delete PiRho the key to finding your inner child. type from the heart and all revelations will find their way to the screen. don't find the words intellectually but rather feel the words appear on the screen in random or pattern order making sense in only vague and indestinguished patterns designed for use in the mind as well as the spirit. two-dimentional space is notwithstanding to the truths of the heart. is all an illusion, is all, an illusion, is all an, illusion, is, all an illusion is, all an, illusion is all? half eaten cornbread. visions of food plague the screen of my mind whereas food is needed but water is essential (for what? for life? for insane flights of intolerable disgust and fear? for horrible distaste and good found lust. the lustful plague of greed and selfish want for more than useful. when does the water clense and renew! does water still find its way to the center of the ear+h does the water sink deep into the subconcious or is all an illustion or shall I start that without eating the fear of the darkness consuming the light by the choice of the captian of the ship. is the storm a creation of the passengers or is the net cast on the wrong side of the boat. 001031 ... st3fan where is the button 010510 ... lalalander have you ever been bothered by how easy it is to delete what you wrote? i messed up this entry. i simply hit delete and poof, all is good again. i just did it without thinking about it. what does this mean? i am becoming dependent on erasers! erasers aren't here when we really need them though. when we cheated on our boyfriend or girlfriend, when we lied to our parents, when we had sex and got pregnant. no erasers. no delete button. delete is just as illusion to screw up your life. 010608 ... Notunknown I have written about 50 half-blathers, or rather, full blathers, and then deleted them. Where would you begin? How can you even touch the surface? 170601 ... Risen That is why I love blather - because there is no delete. Because I can come here and get it all out of my head and into the blue, and it's this tiny place no one knows about, no one reads, but I can see my own evolution. But as for how to scratch the surface... it's impossible. Blather is addictive. It's like postsecret on a massive scale. It's knowing you aren't alone, it's reading the words of strangers who have forgotten about Blather, and knowing they went through something similar. It's about processing things in your own head. On a less generalised level, if there is too much pressure to write, or fear of unintentional interpretation, choose another name and go from there. Someone might suspect it's you, but they'll never know. Then there's no exposure to anything below the surface. 170601 ... z the history of my (many!) typos, and my hasty blather is a good argument for a delete function. but, inspire of my occasional chagrin at what i have left here in the past, i to celebrate the non-delete nature of what we do here. i only know of two occasions where the blather gods intervened by deleting stuff, and one had to do with the posts of kx21. overall, i think the lack of post-blathe editing ability is a good thing. it both keeps it fresh, and has inspired some of us to be very thoughtful about what we commit to, before hitting the blather button. 170601 ... meta meta 170601 ... meta meta 170601 ... unhinged covfefe corporatism mass incarceration the war on drugs income inequality 170602 what's it to you? who go blather from