March 3rd, 2024

john | March 4, 2024, 3:35 a.m. Uncategorized

Enter laughing, and Where's Poppa.  That was some different type of humor.  Glad I've been exposed to it.  There isn't much else to say.  Seven pages.  The story has to come first.  It has to feel raw, be cleverly witty, but easily digestible.

The subject matter is the banter of it.  The exploration that no matter how much I explore it feels bland.  There seems nothing to write about that draws my attention other than what you are reading now. 

This flows, like it should, with fluidity and bad spelling.  My mood is still somewhere between here and there.  There doesn't seem to be much that doesn't cause me to have a tiny grin on my face.  Maybe this is the happiness that I've been searching for.  The one that just stays with you despite it all.

The beat of the moment is something that can only bridle the pleasant flow it emits.  There must be a structure to it, as if there hasn't always been.  Maybe it should be something based on an acronym.  Not a fan of acronym's though.  They seem to be overused.

The glimmering of the city lights is something else.  They just speak back to you as you look at them.  Why does it feel so rare to feel happiness. 

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