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Contemplation of a Bored Soul (by Ren)
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One day I doubted the way one was spelt.
I doubted the way it was felt.
It looked like O-N-E, yet was pronounced Wun.
It should be said oh-nee.
Yet I never noticed this until the day I spelt it in capital letters.
Why?
Now I am confused.
I question myself.
Is this how it is spelt?
I guess it is.
God bless phonetics, and curse the day when humans refused to incorporate the use of it into their own blasted language.
Damn you.
Daam yoo.
Then it occurred to me that maybe if I spelt LIFE in capital letters, it would become magically self-explanatory.
Or maybe it would do, as it did, remain an enigma printed in a glorified font on a sheet of paper.
Who invented words anyway?
I want rejopernot to mean something.
It should mean not knowing one's self.
Which brings us back to the problem of oh-nee.
Nevermind.
Whatever.
Go with the flow.
That's what rivers do.
We should all become rivers.
Literate, intelligent, poetic rivers.
Let's not think.
Just flow.
Hmmm.
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