So this is what it looks like when I write (I have the computer hooked up to the TV)? So what are you writing about? Not really sure yet but we will see as it progresses. I don’t want to talk about life, I don’t want to talk about death, so why don’t we just talk about being, yes just being. We are all supposed to be the same are we not? I am not going to racial or anything like that, because I just don’t fucking care about any of that.
I am talking about when we are we, or us or what the fuck ever. The person who you really are, the one you have to live with on your own, “I”. Yep you, just plain ole you. That guy or girl sitting there at your computer, just like me and writing every, little feeling you feel, every thought in your head. Just because we can, just because there might be someone else out there that knows, perhaps just a little bit about how we might feel. Ok I get that. But what about that everyday person (do I sound like I don’t know what I am talking about?), ya maybe, more than likely not. You see I do and don’t really give two rats asses about how people view me, yet I cower in fear (shame) that they will see through the façade I have built. I am what I am, tough, hard, cold, scared, lost, and lonely.
I am not going to finish this, truth be told I am in a state of earth endured grace (ok sounds morbid, but I didn’t die, kill myself or otherwise harm and animals in the writing of this shite). I was fucking stoned…..
With much love and gratitude,
Dan Kline
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