A state, a state, a state, and a state. But where the state of mind I'm trying to get to.
It hinges on acceptance from the exterior.
Belief on the interior, acceptance from the exterior.
There is just mindless interaction with the world,
and then there is purposeful interaction.
I'll drag myself back to this hill, because, where else am I if I go elsewhere?
I cannot convince myself of the arguments others throw at me.
You argue at me, and I think, "gee, sure would be nice to agree"
but then, nope.
People, people, people, everywhere. Stop. Stop. And then continue.
Personal rejection of external valuations, where external valuations are a hindrance.
God dammit, but if I could just stop the world's telling me things.
A day, a day, a month, a year, and then a recoup.
It's just the moment, it's always the moment, and words come and go quickly, and whether or not they fit the moment, then whether or not they last, seem to be two different things. Two different qualities.
Then, I could complain at the moment, tell the moment that it is all wrong.
Unhappiness necessitates a certain madness.
God dammit, though. I'm building a sandcastle.
Children, on a beach. Just like that. Not my favourite way to trail into a new idea. From the obvious, to the obvious. Not my favourite way to speak. WORTH NOTING.
worth noting that I am unhappy. worth noting.
No, of course it means nothing to you. No. No, of course it means nothing to you.
I'll be aggressive, but it's childsplay. It's just a running about the everyplace.
Being good necessitates a being acceptable. No, poor.
Postulate, I postulate that she cares, somehow, and that changes the scope of things. Then, I postulate that I am wrong, and that changes it again. If she cares then I am right in proceeding to care back. If she does not care, then I am silly, or wrong, in proceeding to care. Fact.
Situation to situation, moment to moment. Always. Always. Changes. Scenery, peoples. Whoever, whatever, moods around me, then moods I'm in. Always. Always. Changes everything.
Feel like I'm flinging a flimsy blade at a solid bunch of facts. Who's fault is that? [wait] where did fault come into play? It's simply the state of affairs. Simply the state of affairs.
Nobody, everybody, some people. Then who. Candy daisy filaments and food. Filaments and food. Embrace the stupidity of statements. Embrace the lack of meaning in poetic sounding nonsense. Call valuable that which is not inherently valuable. I define. I define. I define.
I define.
