Magical Sailor Fuku

...seem to be the only thing that I have, even though it's not my language of expression. It's hard for me to take words seriously, so I play with them. It's a challenge for me to use them in a serious manner, and their sentiment always seems hollow to me. I ofttimes wonder why I use words at all, since they have no meaning until you give them one. It just seems redundant to me.

I just had a sudden urge to say something like this, as I usual do. ;/

An article I read on MSN today.
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The Power of Silence
There is no photograph on this story. No illustration. Only silence. Curious?
By Tom Chiarella

http://men.msn.com/articlees.aspx?cp-do ... &GT1=10823

I tend to be silent at home. Or at least I don't bother with much "small talk", if I can help it. I'm even quieter around strangers or people that I don't know very well.

Still, it's not a medium that I like to use, either. There's just something more... Pure, or raw, that I wish I could use. It doesn't require a spoken word, gesture or lack of said gesture.

Kind of like just knowing, or feeling, something. I feel like I'm doing it to some extent already, although far from the wide spectrum that I imagine it to be.

That's probably as good as it's going to get. I don't expect to enjoy much of anything in my life. And I'm hoping for oblivion after death, so... Words. Blah, blah, blah. And spellchecker has no issue with blah. Stupid spellchecker. It certainly has an issue with itself. ;/