The decision 2 write about your life or to move ur journal out of notebooks & onto the internet is a humbling act on a stage dedicated to Narcissism. The meaning of the act often disintegrates once in argument with self or another person, all whiff of its reason is gone. The blog or any public medium, not fully 'thunk' through - because of the nature of expression - stops itself. The play, dressed in drama, must choose to pick itself up and either dance the dark, or turn the lights on... & holler.
The great thing about freedom of expression is that its free; its price, that comes like dead-weight, is accountability... to words, expressions, opinions and suggestives, all able to heal or tear, warlike. Trouble, haunts narcissism, like the constant rumor of ghost that one day start appearing.
You put the lights on or in the dark holler. Either way, you got.ta.aa holl.ller. And live amongst people & life like mirrors. Or otherwise, you can only lie, by writing fiction. And, I, cannot lie for nuts.
Transpose or stop your life. What do you do?
- back to school, the deftones
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