what i do is

among other things, that is, but one thing i do rather consistently is ramble, babble, write without limit or inhibition... it is a secret language, a world within words that is at once my playground and sanctuary and therapy and process and so often through this life i left myself behind in words just to try to fit in to the human culture, just to be accepted as just another imperfect fool needing help from just another imperfect fool because nobody wants a perfect fool (are you even paying attention?) who understands and accepts and actualizes being part of everything with an awareness of all that can be perceived within the human spectrum and beyond, some intuitive knowledge, genetic memory of being part of everything (awareness does not change what is, awareness only allows us to experience it more consciously)...

or something like that...

losing myself in the foibles of human weakness, i can give credit to another for improving me, helping me be a better person, and even for saving me... people like to be saved, it seems, so i play the part too...

among other things...

narf :)