rollercoaster of junk

i feel the need to write
and i am not sure what to start wth.
could it be the lack of creativity?
or maybe the over capacitation of imaginary mumbo jubo that is oozing out of my head?
what?
youve never been there?
its like a rollercoaster ride through the depths of your mind.
passing by the memories of nights past, around the corner to future endeavors, and underneath the bridge of lost dreams.
finally escalating to the peak.
the idea.
the thing you hae been searching for, and for a split second you can see clearly.
for a split second.
and then you drop.
down into reality. down into insanity.
down to the computer lab where you are sitting trying to come up with a peice of arbitrary wisdom to share with the world.
a network of circutry and whores that span the planet, and someone in china can translate your thoughts and go on their own roller coaster of randomness.
i feel so dirty and violated.
and i like it.
reach out and touch...space.
is that sacry, or is that just the new norm?
the new way of interacting.
through cyberspace and technojunk.
is it my e-duty to post?
if so, then it is your e-duty to read.
did it work?
i'm going to lunch.