it feels like almost any human interaction that i experience is face...some more so than others the fakeness not on the part of my peers, althought there is fakeness its not the fakeness that i want to concern myself with today, the fakeness that is couseing me concern is that of my own character, i do not know how to behave in most social situations my behavior is maladjusted and i have nothing of value to communicate to my fellow man there for i communicate pointless babble and gibberish and i take their giberrish in,, but i digress it was not at all my intentiosn to go off track and try to find justification in my behavior, even this last sentence is in fact a justification being writen in progress stopping now would just prove a point but who cares about the point when indipendent thought starts to take controll and you stop caring about the views or opinions of others thats when you drift basck in if y i were to try to create my own phylosophy could i in facat keep it to myself or would i subconciously hope that someone should find it and read it,
 yet what satisfaction should that bring to me why do i care? because if your phylosophy lives on your mindset lives on and so d oyou...in fact bending the will of other to your docrine is a way of achiving imortality, methaphorically speaking all deities or saints have achieved some level of immortality, ahh figuring shito ut or puttiong your own little twist on things isnt it fun...now think about this...someone else has probably alsready thought of it, so does that make thinking a process completletly unnecesarry? mno think  about it this way every idea in the world is connected each one leading to the next once you figuree something out that opens the doorway to figure something else out, if you keep opening doors eventually...ok another thought this whole concept of attaining different levels of knowledge and perception. This is clearly the divider of humanity knowledge is what makes some better than others.

as life goes on...
as life goes on....
as life goes on.....
...i feel that i remain behind.

With no story to tell how can we move forward? How can we continue in our path to become whole…to finnaly grow up? What if the experience that we live through are not enough to shape us to fill in the incomplete programming that we were born with…to make an apt analogy morst of our experiences are just spam. This while a memorable place is worthless I cannot write about this stupid fuckin place anymore than I could write about the exiting mating habbits of the common hose cat, fuck there were clowns  there were food vendors and there were actors…musicians but this place holds no real memorable value within my heart.