oh well. like ive sed before, what you think is beautiful can actually be a plane cartwheeling out of control into the side of a mountain, and it proves no truer now. but, fear not, no bad feelings are held, just glad to be back to abnormality. but lately, things havent been the same, something seems different. the world is one big walking cliché. i think it is a curse to live this late in time, in such a time that nothing we do is original. this little fact had been biting me for a while when i realized that all of my stugles have gone to waste. trying not to be a cliché is the biggest cliché of all. one "dying to be different", but, as i have explained, is impossible. but of course, someone can prove me wrong, saying that they have the patent for something, but how original is that idea? it couldnt have been comepletely their idea. surely someone has subconciously thought about how to improve this or fix that, but, they never went through with it. so nothing is completely original. or is it? enough with this self-riteous rave, i need to write some more. -jason