Your head will collapse.

somone once told me, a someone who doesnt exist, that if you start writing then sooner or later you will become coherent. i dont know if thats true. i sometimes wak down the street with an intermineable chatter going through my head, virtually unnoticed by myself, and i thin that maybe i could convert this to words it would be ok bu then when i write something it tends to resemble something that you're upset you stepped in. anyway, this is an attempt to do that. it is free of revision, and correction, although only i am here to verify that. but which thats ok, because, what does it matter what you say wheny you are the only one to hear it? words become someting so important dont they? but only when they are recieved. this is something i need not be concerned about. well i was wondering wwhether the human so called race is a sociable one, and i was thinking that its not. what is it, do we think, do i think, that binds us together. language? no language separates us. we have languages that reaffirm our state lines, that reaffirm our sense of continental space. the dialects we have inherited from age old languages. we have infinitesimal variations between the same language. you say tap i say fawcett, but we both mean the thing you turn and hope for water. there is a language for the rude boy, a language for the aristocrat, a language for te man who sells you a hot dog, a language for the man who sells you a mpobile phone. theres binary language and texting language and the bad language you hear on the 171. when i walk downt eh road and come across a someone who i dont know, i at first trouble over whether i can or should or want to make eye contact. then what this eye contact means. do i now facy this individua;, do i hate them? am i startin'? do i want change? or, the least likely of all the options that confront my foe, am i nice? aM i worth knowing? what is it. why do we have people. an ant, whom i am not unlike in all but character, will just test everyone out. we don't. do we scrutinise, is that what iit is? without friends we lack connections, and without connections we lack opportunities, and without opportunities we lack hope. we are in stasis, time is a lie, so waht is hope anyhow. hey let's meet up in 100 years and have a party, what would hold us back? and there and i'll still be in a toilet cubicle because its the only safe place to finish my drink.

theres something offensive about looking up pixies lyrics- to get these moments reduced to banal symbols. where do we go from here, to deciphering them, sure, sure theres no going back to the days when you wondered what that was all about.