...

im tired. and its only wednesday, so thats kind of problem? everyday a day passes. theres no stop to the passage of time, which show us that we will always need to move foward, even if tired. or hungry. or writing blog posts at 4am. oh well! what a beautiful thing it is being able to complain about sentience, on a wordly network, where everyone with a internet connection and acess to this adress, can come, click here and read it

but to these people i would be just an idea, which isnt a problem. lots of people are ideas in my head. mother theresa, the guys from creedence clearwater revival, the american presidents... strange... i dont know... its strange, for sure. just dont forget that sometimes people are people, i think thats important. everyone is just a guy, a dude. everyone is someone.