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Also wanted, possibly somewhere to crash in Manchester for two on Saturday evening, post Duran gig. :)
Finally, anyone going to B Movie this Friday?
F'tang F'tang ole biscuit barrel.
Apr. 13th, 2004
Also wanted, possibly somewhere to crash in Manchester for two on Saturday evening, post Duran gig. :)
Finally, anyone going to B Movie this Friday?
F'tang F'tang ole biscuit barrel.
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Apr. 13th, 2004 10:41 amI see words where they aren't, words I know aren't there. I reread and recheck the page and they're definitely not there.
But I know I saw it. My brain is overriding my eyeballs and subconsciously inserting other words into sentences as I skim them, which I do a lot. Skim read that is, subconscious insertation of words I'm not quite so sure about, it may happen a lot - maybe I've only just started noticing it and until now a lot of what I read has been half replaced with my brains own deluded meanderings in the spirit of self censorship rather than actually letting me read input from other sources.
That and my nails are getting too long, warping my typing at least that's what I hope as my worms are frequently mistyped or just plain wrong.
But those words are annoying me now, those subconscious ones. They're usually just one or two of them here and there, perhaps I should collect them and make a sentence. Or just sentence my brain to six years in solitary. Or in fudge sauce.
Mmmm fudge sauce.
Who's to say in three minutes I won't just look back at all this and say 'what the hell am I on about'. It's like I'm a different person, or more we are who we talk to which I read somewhere which could imply when you're not talking to anyone, you're noone. Or you get into a self-recursive loop whereby your own persona is reinforced over and over again with itself. Like talking to yourself perhaps, magnifying your own personal quirks until they get larger and larger and finally burst out of your head in a giant rampaging attack that levels half of Tokyo
But I know I saw it. My brain is overriding my eyeballs and subconsciously inserting other words into sentences as I skim them, which I do a lot. Skim read that is, subconscious insertation of words I'm not quite so sure about, it may happen a lot - maybe I've only just started noticing it and until now a lot of what I read has been half replaced with my brains own deluded meanderings in the spirit of self censorship rather than actually letting me read input from other sources.
That and my nails are getting too long, warping my typing at least that's what I hope as my worms are frequently mistyped or just plain wrong.
But those words are annoying me now, those subconscious ones. They're usually just one or two of them here and there, perhaps I should collect them and make a sentence. Or just sentence my brain to six years in solitary. Or in fudge sauce.
Mmmm fudge sauce.
Who's to say in three minutes I won't just look back at all this and say 'what the hell am I on about'. It's like I'm a different person, or more we are who we talk to which I read somewhere which could imply when you're not talking to anyone, you're noone. Or you get into a self-recursive loop whereby your own persona is reinforced over and over again with itself. Like talking to yourself perhaps, magnifying your own personal quirks until they get larger and larger and finally burst out of your head in a giant rampaging attack that levels half of Tokyo
