Out of everything you don't read (May 30th 2010)

 I'll be safe to admit, I wonder aloud at this moment what people actually think when it comes to this thing called facebook.

I've registered it as a tool, a form of creative expression, which grows exponentially on a daily basis - I guess there is no escape other than this method of social contract - it is for myself, anyway.

I don't understand why I come to this as a resource, really - it makes me curious what I can perhaps divulge others thinking. It means I can connect on some form of secularization from the norms in everyday life. I suppose that is the main proponent, before thoughts can truly emerge.

Submerged in all of this, I've taken to a consciousness all my own, it is on ready.

So, as much as I feel I've accomplished thus far, there's really nothing that can say what it goes to show for it.

However, I do relate back to myself, that fear of the 'unknown' as if what might be judging me for the sometimes abnormality which may cease the reader from interest. (I suppose I am aware.) But, there's no truth to saying what I just did, I wrote it to please the reader from that they may agree with.

This thing called facebook, is just a vehicle to recite language (poetic verse), though I always thought admiration came from what others are reading so that they were left not inspired, but training the eye.

Most of facebook users really apply their choice to do so, freely as they wish - I wonder if there if any. . . other users really put any commitment to this medium. Does it really reveal anything, to enhance that from experience.

I guess this leads me to my adult life.

I prefer the message I create can relate to this on a level of maturity I own. I do not always get that picture, however.

That part of me that wants to live, I certainly do. I come on here one day then the next, hoping I can fulfill whatever destiny may come. Yet, all I want to feel is empowering on that level.

It's taken me the past decade, give or take, with the same notion, one day would make me a very happy kind of romantic figure, yet so many days I know their is emptiness without it. This makes me second-guess just how important life really is, so I come on here to rid myself of that cost.

I die a little inside.

- Marco

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All I want to do through my writing through FB users, is to show attributes of a kind which we otherwise would never recognize in real time.

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"This thing called facebook, is just a vehicle to recite language (poetic verse), though I always thought admiration came from what others are reading so that they were left not inspired, but training the eye.

It's taken me the past decade, give or take, with the same notion, one day would make me a very happy kind of romantic figure, yet so many days I know their is emptiness without it. This makes me second-guess just how important life really is, so I come on here to rid myself of that cost."

If anyone asks themselves about my motives through prose,^

I think this answers it all.