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Why don’t I take a normal sentence and twist it all around to make the words seem like the wrong words for the direction of the sentence and then switch gears again to make the sentence understandable to those that would use different words in the same direction. Maybe I could take a simple topic and make it complex and unreadable by choosing the role of me as a super scholar when it comes to knowing myself over a superficial scholar of everything else or I could take the knowledge of true scholars that know every type of every person they meet in every role except for themselves in the role of a guy like me and make it plausible for only a handful of the scholarly. I would know myself better if I could control what was coming next out of this Ouji roll pen that seems to write by itself from the content within before I know which topic I am trying to raise from the dead, I mean dormant memories of my fine colander mind that sifts whole memories from the lucidity of dreams that run together like my sentences that tend to end as a poem. If I could choose the memories before I go panning for gold within them they would be worth something more but only to me and not worth sharing with all of eternity, a facsimile of poetry on the receiving end, going through and rearranging letters into binary code that is as good as gold, started as a question to unfold the style of what has been written and how it was read before it was told, again a new short post that is already old after going through all that rigamarole.