posted by wil's myth at 18.8.05
Left to my own thoughts I am poor in my concentration. Random push in any direction will obviously move me forward, but almost always in the wrong direction. The shadows of memories lead into thoughts, words, movements, and these dreams come alive before my eyes. The formations, solidify, drift in the ether, and evaporate when touched. Simple reality melts the castles of the dream kingdom. It was either a simple flash, a synaptic misfire, or bad batch of ones and zeros. The information can not be trusted. The data is corrupted. It is this forum that he world takes shape. The foundations of all things is based on nothing. At the smallest level the rules are chaotic, and changing. There is no start, no end, everything exists as it has, as it always will be.