Jason is at Daniels house, party just ended. He feels cold. His feet are cold like the 30 moons of mercury. Jason types this blog while breathing the cold air around him, the musky dampness of the air symbolises the air and its musky dampness, which can only be described as musky and damp. In the room next door he can hear the chitter chatter of those who have survived the clutches of sleep. The clutches of sleep, covered with sleepiness and sleepability, which didnt reach those who are still awake....
Wongs party was fun for Jason, he arrived late, why did he arrive late? was it fate? was it meant to be this way?the party started at 5, so why was Jason late? Is being late good or bad? Was JASON being late good or bad? The tidal wave of confrontation tampered with his mind until he decided to unwave the tidalness of this conflicted tampering. Alot of things happened at this party? Is this true? i think it is true? yes it is true! but what happened? I saw everything but yet i am still blind like a bat with no eyes in the dark at night. Did anything happen? of course something happened, many things happened, but what happened?
Well certain things happened to people, who i will not mention the names of, and then others whoose names will not be mentioned and then those others, who shall be named.... as anonymous. Jason limp fingers types slowly in the cold, why is it so cold? is it fate? is it fate that brought upon this coldness? this coldness feels cold, but is it cold? Yes it is cold.... but what is cold? is cold a substance? or is cold a matter? what is the matter? is matter cold? does cold matter?
I think im looking into it too much. However, there are many things unexpressed which can only be expressed in the ways of inexpressiveness. So i shall express this in a way where there is no expression. The End.
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