Silent vexation in my temples. Hammers swing and strike my senses. My pupils paint blurred re-enactments of light and colour. Closed eyes, clenched to halt the affliction. The pixels, they scatter across the screen. Fingers tap against the keyboard, no where to go. Nothing to want, nothing to say, nothing to do... Consumed by the daylight. Is that why my eyes are abruptly, well, lets just say abruptly bizarre? Two sides, can't pick one. Too...consumed. Do I lay atop cotton weaved cloth? Or close my eyes and imagine?
Can't anything come true without first imagining it? Walt Disney didn't look up ideas on the internet, Steven Spielberg didn't find ET in the studio, Neal Armstrong wouldn't of wanted to go to the moon if he had not looked up into infinite space. So, no.
It's ominous, that I have taken so long to write this, it feels like a novel to me. Yet at the same time, you are reading this in about a minute if you are slow. But I'm also writing about you reading this, and I'm writting about writting about writting about writting about you reading this. Very complex this is (Hehehe Yoda)...
And if the name of this post is "Bane", it couldn't really be "Bane" because I only talked about pain in the first paragraph. But I'm going to stick with the name because it sounds quite interesting...
The thing is, I kind of had to dig deep to write this post. And I have started to not use as many big words as I normally do, but I'm just gonna stick to that today because I can't accumulate so many diverse phrases or words, etc. I honestly have no clue why I put "etc." at the end of the sentence... I think I hit a dirt track because I am not really discussing the reason it was hard to write this post... I have that song stuck in my head, yes, that song. Before I wrote that sentence, I didn't have it stuck in my head, once I reminded myself of it (in that last sentence) it is still in my head...
My question is why did I even name this post "Bane" when I only wrote about pain in the first paragraph? Did I ask that before, I am quite sure I did. Oh, I understand now, I named it that because I knew that it would be this long, and that you would have a pain reading it. Well, let me relieve you!
Can't anything come true without first imagining it? Walt Disney didn't look up ideas on the internet, Steven Spielberg didn't find ET in the studio, Neal Armstrong wouldn't of wanted to go to the moon if he had not looked up into infinite space. So, no.
It's ominous, that I have taken so long to write this, it feels like a novel to me. Yet at the same time, you are reading this in about a minute if you are slow. But I'm also writing about you reading this, and I'm writting about writting about writting about writting about you reading this. Very complex this is (Hehehe Yoda)...
And if the name of this post is "Bane", it couldn't really be "Bane" because I only talked about pain in the first paragraph. But I'm going to stick with the name because it sounds quite interesting...
The thing is, I kind of had to dig deep to write this post. And I have started to not use as many big words as I normally do, but I'm just gonna stick to that today because I can't accumulate so many diverse phrases or words, etc. I honestly have no clue why I put "etc." at the end of the sentence... I think I hit a dirt track because I am not really discussing the reason it was hard to write this post... I have that song stuck in my head, yes, that song. Before I wrote that sentence, I didn't have it stuck in my head, once I reminded myself of it (in that last sentence) it is still in my head...
My question is why did I even name this post "Bane" when I only wrote about pain in the first paragraph? Did I ask that before, I am quite sure I did. Oh, I understand now, I named it that because I knew that it would be this long, and that you would have a pain reading it. Well, let me relieve you!
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