binge purge

white swirling thoughts fill a dark mind, as achilds mind is occupied solely by the involement in a game. Completely filled by these white thoughts, much like white noise, soothing its own unique way, was the  mind(or something close to it, at least a sense of self awareness) of a single entity, dosed and uncontrolled. Dangerous is the mind filled by white, and the mind knows it. Now, the mind must make a name for its self. It thinks of all the names of human history, and decides that not one of them is unordinary enough for the mind.
 For the sake of repetiton, the mind now shall be referred to as X.
 Although not nessicerrly meaniingful, its better than "the mind", and much better then nothin at all. Yet nothing at all seems to be a blissful release at the current state of X. X has troubles with x's sense of being, as does his mind. Oh and dont be fooled, they are two separte beings working alongside to make one funtioning body work as one.


most of that is just jibberish

boredom takes over the mind of even the most sophisticated beings

The state of being is largely accepted as the best deal any living organism will get, because of the fear of the alternative.
Random thoughts fill x again and again, and x finnaly relizes that the music distracting x is the cause of all the random thoughts, but x learns to like the randomness and simplicity of how the thoughts come and go, like that of water flowing though the ears of time.

found on my drive