... yeah so my name is yeah ok so what my name is ______ Spillguts so what why does it matter anymore you've got yours I've got mine yeah ok so
life moves fast. can't catch up you know. time is constant out there moving some where beyond where I can see it but I know it's out there keeping a constant pace moving fast and yet when we choose to observe its position is totally arbitrary. one moment this next moment that. what does it matter. it's like an emotional reaction that goes nowhere. like screaming in a dream. like living in a nightmare. like dying in a movie. the larger the capacity for thought and genuine curiosity the more beautiful and awe inspiring Life becomes. but it moves so fast. here today gone tomorrow. mine is almost already over I doubt I'll even get to finish this book (?) blog website whatever who cares. which is not a story by the way. who needs another story and quit reading the Bible like it was the only one in existence or as if it was Life itself. because it isn't. it's just one book in the infinite shelf and books are full of words and words are empty vessels of abstract information illusions rumors myths lies. no one should be made to
answer to a Word. so fast. gone. it's over. what for. how come. why all the trouble. and forget numbers too. numbers are fucking evil. I bet life would seem to slow down a bit if we all decided to remain silent. for awhile. long enough to let the dust settle...
