I'm too scared to delete entries that I don't think anyone will read so I just make them private. Anyway, that explains just about next to nothing, if not less. I repeat words a lot lately, mostly in my head. I think about leaves falling and how the ground screams out loud for attnetion but it's muffled under the thick blanket of golden brown and I tell myself that it's lost, it's lost, it's lost. Always three times, unless it's an ongoing repetitiveness which holds no importance but it only duplicated exactly because it matters so little. If you say things enough they either start to -have- meaning or they lose all the meaning they ever had. It's like sayind 'Monday. Monday. Monday. Monday. etc' until the word starts to mean so much more than just a day but also a way of life, a beautiful wonderous way of life that we can only imitate with our repitition. But if you say 'Love. Love. Love. Love. Etc' it begins to fall into a deep hole and is buried by it's own duplications, smothering it until it hands over all it's matter and it is nothing, if only for a few seconds. It's conveniant. Just like dictionary.com, I should use it more, I might learn to spell.