searching for continuity

(d)bro, let loose with the lasso and become what you need to become (what is the internet for if not for that?).

still... I think we need some continuity. It's like we've ripped a gaping hole in space with this blog, or rather, like we've inserted pockets of space into time (i might be wrong, but I think that's what you've been getting at with your posts about us hanging out and writing this blog at the same time and how the two - the hanging out and the writing - are impossibly linked), like some diver dude with the bends, or pepsi blood (something worked in that new add campaign). Anyway, the way I see it, all of a sudden there are pockets of space where there's only meant to be a single point (or where there used to only be a single point, because who am I to make value judgements on this shit) wrapped up neatly in the presence of the present, and I'm waiting for the redshift to kick in (because that's what that's from right? space expading simultaneously outwards from every point), and when it does this blog is going to explode, and it's going to be nothing more than an endurance game: who can wrap their mind around it longer? or it's going to turn into a battle royal: each of us competing to mold it into something manageable, which i actually think would be cool in a weird way, like a chess game, only the point would be to remake everyone else's ideas into something of your own, like that crazy african-american signifying monkey. Now that i think about it, isn't that what i'm doing right now? - taking your ideas and squeezing them in places and cutting them open in others until they bleed and choke and die and are reborn in the image of something new and of my own. Eventually, your voice and your ideas (or mine depending on who wins), will start to sound and look foreign to you (although this is not my intention), becuase there's no way I can read your posts and fully grasp what you're trying to say, and so, when i chew them up and spit them back out, they're bound to seem strang and oblong where they once looked round, like a chinese man in harlem, or a black man at the skiway for that matter. Eventually, you'll get into my head, and i'll get into yours and you'll start using my words to think your thoughts and vice versa, until one of us becomes schitzophrenic or goes completely mad. Instead, i think we should establish some sort of loose direction to this blog so that we're not forced to chose between exploding our blog and lobotomizing each other with words, video clips, colors, and music.