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A random list of randomness - Part 2, Post 1.— % &

A random list of randomness - Part 2, Post 1.— % & The person who's writing (rather typing) this, wants to call this the entré into the second part of #aRandomListofRandomness - II - 1. 1) approximately, 3 minutes back, i was scrolling through all the random lists of randomness i had written. but what i actually planned to do was-- read my old long forms. apparantly, i wasn't a bad writer after all. who's a bad writer, anyway? tell me, don't you dare tell me, but tell me, please? words becoming chunks, covering the tips of thumbs and deforming at their own pace. i wish i could swallow all the good writers, the bad writers and the writers who never call themselves writers. 2) my 6th Haruki Murakami read. there's a long, beautiful story behind this. an incident, a happening perhaps-- nay, not writing about that. so, Murakami. i don't know if i like him, but i am devoted to his books. i don't know if i love his books, but i am devoted to his books. he has the energy to rekindle something in me and i am always, always left to scurry in and in and in to find what that something is. 3) i nearly typed, "Je vais/Je voudrais" -- that's how obsessed with French i am right now. i am not obsessed yet, i am manifesting. i want an obsession stronger than the kohl that sticks to my skin even after i apply oil and rub away the particles, i want to think in French. now, i must confess how i only want this and i haven't taken any healthy steps forward. wish me all the luck in the world.
A random list of randomness - Part 2, Post 1.— % & The person who's writing (rather typing) this, wants to call this the entré into the second part of #aRandomListofRandomness - II - 1. 1) approximately, 3 minutes back, i was scrolling through all the random lists of randomness i had written. but what i actually planned to do was-- read my old long forms. apparantly, i wasn't a bad writer after all. who's a bad writer, anyway? tell me, don't you dare tell me, but tell me, please? words becoming chunks, covering the tips of thumbs and deforming at their own pace. i wish i could swallow all the good writers, the bad writers and the writers who never call themselves writers. 2) my 6th Haruki Murakami read. there's a long, beautiful story behind this. an incident, a happening perhaps-- nay, not writing about that. so, Murakami. i don't know if i like him, but i am devoted to his books. i don't know if i love his books, but i am devoted to his books. he has the energy to rekindle something in me and i am always, always left to scurry in and in and in to find what that something is. 3) i nearly typed, "Je vais/Je voudrais" -- that's how obsessed with French i am right now. i am not obsessed yet, i am manifesting. i want an obsession stronger than the kohl that sticks to my skin even after i apply oil and rub away the particles, i want to think in French. now, i must confess how i only want this and i haven't taken any healthy steps forward. wish me all the luck in the world.
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