A Sixteen Minute Dip Into The Vast Stream Of Consciousness

Nobody says anything worthwile anymore. I don't know why. Everyone just walks around and says total darbage left and right without any regard to the lesser man who might just need some help. It's getting out of hand. It's kind of liek a machine that latches onto your head and tells you what to do. It gets on the back of your head so no one can see it and it sinks it 's claws deep into your mind, affecting everything you ever do. Everything. It changes the way you think, what you enjoy, what you want to be, what you are, everything. You can never escape it. It will get everybody evuntually. I'm typing too fast. I'm misspelling way too many things. Perhaps this is a sign that my machine is workig just fine. I'm concentrating on getting as much information in my sixteen (now theirteen) minute time period that I'm lacking in aunderstandability. It's ironic wthe way I misspell things when I'm talking about misspelling things. That wasn't done on puropse. Nor was that. I see now that I get all over ""get all over"" people for typing bad, but dshoot, I do it too. I just correct myself. But what I really was talking about in the beginning was this way that people just say stuff they don't mean and jjust do stuff they don't want to because it makes other people look at them like they matter. They like to feel like someone is out there caring about their poitiful existences (the word "pitiful" took me a long time to get out, there"). People are too cnntenet (content) with being the same as everyone else. If someone sees someone sdoing something they think is kind of neat, they immediately follow suit, rather than taking a bit of a risk and trying to do something unique. Everyone gets in their fad and does what everyone else tells them they should. everyone gets plastic surgeried until their eyes don't open easily and they cant' hold their chests off of the ground and puts dog crap into their boides to look bigger just so that they can look a little bitter. Better. Should have typed better, but i did not. Everyone sacrifices living so that they can look a little better, but it's so freaking stupid because nothing they do is ever really going to matter. Your neenee implants are going to get old, as old as you will right before you drop dead, and then those neenees aren't going to serve much of a purpose. You'd think people would learn from other people's lives but they never do. They pay more money, take bigger, stupider risks, and end up killing themselves faster than their parents did. Perents = ancestors. I hpe (hope) this was an alright idea. Just accidentally backspaced, by the way. It should have read, "I'm sort of..." but I forgot what I was doing and erased the sentence once I saw that it was not going the way I hoped it would have. I'm sorry. I won't be going that again. I sound like a derned Asian that can't speak english. "Engrish" awhawhawhaw. If you ever go to play around on Myspace, be sure to avert your eyes from anyone who dares to put up a Myspace. I'm so sick of the internet. Everything you do ends up looking even more retarded than the last thing you did or people get into a virtual fihgt (Virtua Figher is a fun video game, by the way) and never speak ever again or whatever because of something that got said on Myspace. On Myspace. Myspace is the hand of Satan, and the hand of Satan is not something that we should be toying around with so casually. People replace going outside and putting their minds to inventing somethng or creating something great with Myspace and internet wastes. Listen to me, I have one minute left. Do not waste your time on the internet. It will only waste your life and take everything that you ever wanted to do and break it over your freaking face. I'm staring at the clock. By the way



My sixteen minutes is up, and the above is my sixteen minute foray into the world of stream of consciousness. I'm pretty satisfied with the amount of stuff I was able to say, but only time will tell how the content fares. I hope you enjoy it. It's completely authentic; I corrected no spelling errors, I erased nothing, there was no polishing to anything. I think that's the way it should be, if I understand stream of consciousness entirely correctly.