melt

free my life. tied in a constant whining and a strange, incomplete awareness of the self and its actions.

I am unable to extend thought or imagination beyond some basic syllabyic pointers. Stuck in a circle where all signs point in different directions, these places where i want to go but, are unerachable as the circle has no exit.
And as i get more aware of the banality and uselessness, cheesyness of these words they become home hatable, restricting all further correspondence i plan with this sheet of white memory holding scrap whose other side was once important to me.

it is strange how objects held to remind you of a moment fail you by becoming distant and thus degrading the memory you had attached to them.

Also assumung the fact all the words and thought i read never seep into my mind or help to uplift the state of my concious ness. the words coming out are always the same personla ramblings with no thought-content, no background, concept, structure or meaning.

it is a looped up tape, and the only way to knwo when to stop, is to let the ice melt.