BLOG #16: Stream of Consciousness

"Why is a raven like a writing desk?"
A raven eats worms; and a desk is worm-eaten!
Cannibalism, symbology, and logic;
Streams of thought and calculations, the need to know and the desire to learn.
My mind is crowded…
It is so crowded in here and I don't like it.
Will you, won't you, will you, won't you, will you join the dance?
Madness takes its toll—please have exact change.
My screensaver is some, and my password takes me down the Rabbit's hole…
"Why is a raven like a writing desk?"
I haven't the slightest idea…
Lost my muchness have I?
Who are you?
How can you know who you are if you don't even know?
My name is not who I am.
I exist.
I think therefore I am.
But does that make me just a thought?
Is all that I see and seem
and all that I want for naught?
This is a much more fun typing exercise than Microtype;
I've only looked at the keyboard a little!
I hear therefore you speak!
But if you are no more than my thought
Am I just talking to myself?
~Fin~

Like most of my streams of consciousness writings, this was produced during a manic phase. Any fan of Alice in Wonderland will recognize many of the references, and no thought should be spared by the Reader toward the idea that any of the lines herein are intended in any way to plagiarize that stupendous work. Whatever is included in this work is a product of my associating concepts to whatever the frak my mind was doing at the time I started typing this, and anyone who indulges in stream of consciousness writing knows that you don't bother examining what you wrote while you are writing—you just it flow and figure it out later.
Any thoughts?

The preceding has been a stream of consciousness sponsored by Cheshire Industries, your #1 source for The Strangeness, and is brought to you by that "What the frak?!" feeling you get when you realize that you are a figment of your own imagination. Thank you.

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