It feels like the time has come to write some so-called "content". I think I'll write something. But first, a little splattering of the words being fed into my ears, in the hopes it will help me across the bridge of being inspired to write words of my own. Please bear with.

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At the risk of emitting a few depressive vibes, I'm going to wax unpoetically about the meaninglessness of it all. Or the lack of meaninglessness of it all. I don't know.

The words are not flowing easily. This may or may not have anything to do with the invasion of sonic mechinations breaching the walls of my head. That will stop soon enough. But first, one more song, or maybe two. brb.

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[Bitscape listens to more music, then gets up and runs to fridge. Returns with a slice of bread featuring 2 perfectly round circles of meat and a square of cheese on top, a cup of Pepsi.]

Mmmm... They say that as far as health goes, this stuff is absolutely awful. Not only is it dead animal matter, but dead animal matter created from the scraps left over after everything else was taken. Picked up from the slaughter house floor, seasoned beyond recognition, pressed together into perfect geometrical shapes with a bonding agent, and packaged up for children to put in their lunches.

Well, this all may be the case, but that doesn't stop it from tasting good to me. Yum yum yum.

I seem to recall having vague plans to write something dark and profound here. Where did that go? Let me go back and search the crevices of my head to see if I can find them.

It was a dark time for the Republic. The Forces of the Empire could be found in every province, lurking around every corner. The spirit of the Dark Side seemed to permeate not only every breath of air inhaled, and every word spoken, but also the very fabric of the galaxy. All matter seethed with the Emperor's corrupted stench. Could it be that the true nature of things was indeed The Way of Darkness? No hope, no light, and certainly no escape. How can anyone escape when the universe itself has become a prison of evil?

Perhaps I was mistaken. I don't really have anything profound to say at all. Not a single word of original thought.

If you blink your eyes at 24 frames per second, does life somehow become more significant?

[Pondering whether I really have anything more to add to this bit of nothing.]

The problem is that every thought is a dead end. I could continue to sporadically throw out isolated bits of sentences, but every unfinished piece of an idea makes the whole into a less cohesive, unsatisfied pile of junk.

So be it.

My take on the meaning of life, as it currently stands: There is none.

[music switch]

Duuuuhhh. Maybe the meaning of life is to sit and listen to music all night. Yeah, that's it.

More fragments.

On the subject of music. I haven't outgrown it. Society tells us we're supposed to let go of that as we become adults, and focus on "more important" things. Sure, we may still listen to it occassionally, but we should define ourselves, describe our identies, with more "mature" means. (Or maybe society really doesn't say any such damn thing, and all this is me bullshitting.)

But I still love music. Of all the forms of communication, it is perhaps the most direct pathway to the core of the human soul. I describe and define my life with it. It hasn't gone the way of the pacifier and the teddy bear. If that makes me some sort of mutant, so be it.

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um...

What kind of crap am I writing here? This whole thing is amounting to a lot of aimless, directionless, almost completely random, bunch of ramblings.

I'm thinking about a classic weblog from many, many years ago, long before the term "blog" even existed. A hilarious bunch of writings. What was the guy's name? ... ... Walter Miller!

[Bitscape does a google search in an attempt to see if this bit of history still exists somewhere.]

Cool! Not only does it still exist, but it has its own domain name now. Has been updated as recently as 2001. Still has the same tagline too. "This page still looks just as crappy in the latest version of Netscape."

lol.

Oh yes, and then there was grandfather. Ok, I'm going to stop typing crap now, so I can read this other crap. Thus concludes this attempt to aid the dearth of content around here.