blather_12_step


	blather_12_step_program
Ouroboros	When I saw blather for the first time, I knew that a piece of the puzzle had arrived. An answer. I had always felt different, an outsider, and once I saw_the_blue, I changed. I felt better about my life, my choices, felt that I finally belonged somewhere. At first it was something to look forward to at the end of the day. I would race home, excited for my fingers to hit the keys, my eyes hungry for words. No one in my home knew about blather, or how I stared at the computer screen until the_small hours of the morning. Work began to loose it's glamor. My friends fell away, as night after night I rejected their calls, preferring to sit alone in my dark bedroom, froming and neverminding, blather_stalking my new blather comrades. I dreamed terrible dreams of dancing at parties with Daf, Seeds of Light and Kx21, underscores swirling around us like the mad silent music of our demise, blurring_the_edges of my vision, shrieking me awake in terror. Shaking I would crawl to the computer to choke out a pathetic and crude blathe about my emotions. I stopped leaving the house. My skin paled and body bloated from package after package of top ramen. The turning point came when I hit bottom. I had been following some skite from '02, convinced that the order of their blathes titles had a secret meaning just for me, typing a grand synopsis of how their spiritual message was a metaphor for the evolution of blather, when the power went out. All my work was lost. I came to some days later in my grandmother's house. I was smothered under blankets, unable to rise, unable to blathe in her computerless home. She informed me that I had a problem and that it was time for me to get a good look in the mirror. That's when I realize that I am a blather addict, that I'll never be able to just check on the recent page for a quick look. I'll never be able to just write one blathe about my aching heart. So that's why I'm here today. I know that my road to recovery will be long and hard, but hearing some of your stories has been inspiring. I know I'll make it.	090205
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jane	hi, my name is jane and i'm a blatherholic.	090205
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meta	meta	090205
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amy	addictive_personality dependence inspiration_issues boredom. would rather write television shows than watch them. magical_thinking_syndrome schizotypy (low grade schizophrenia caused by abnormal dopamine levels) one gigantic filter. experiencing too much and having too few people to talk to about it. where'd-my-friends go post-college depression. listening frustrations/needing more time to follow what someone else says. karma? bodhisattvitic tendencies mercury/third house emphasis in denial about old boyfriend (for awhile there) looking for a cheap and easily digestible writer's workshop. my name is amy and i always read and sometimes write at blather. although, i sure wish my name weren't amy! it's too short and naked. but boy would my parents be resentful for life if i changed it. hence, blather. (chicken or the egg, you know?) in the end, i think it might be just boredom, but it sometimes takes awhile to get there?	090205
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ergo	1 You shake it all about 2 You put your right foot in 3 You take your left foot out Damn fell again! Never could do the steps in the right order.	090205
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hsg	triangles_and_circles	100209

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