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I am currently listening to the album 'Random Album Title' by Deadmau5 and I will begin writing once I start the first track and then stop abruptly at the very last second of the final track.  Now, excuse-me while I get comfortable...

It begins.

I shall begin with a simple greeting, a gesture of amiable "goodwill" yes a fitting start to a wondrous unknown forest of confusing things hitting you in the face and scratching your arms.  Which way is up?  does it matter?  you stumble about forward and backward, what's the difference?  You wander side to side, you find something familiar; but it's just a memory.  Thinking thinking, you're drenched in mindful tumult.  Foraging in the forest, you find something useful; but what is it?  Your wits? no; but it is a thought, a subtle spec of wisdom secreted from the mind of memories.  Exuding down from ideology to practical functioning.

So devoted to your eyes and ears; which is not a mistake, it's only natural.  Worshipper of the prickling needles and the whirling wind, you leave no front seat vacant! Running, running in confusion, how familiar, yet you're inexperienced; how does this happen?  You sit on your chairs staring at your screens, spending time and more time.  Are you wise with your money?  You borrow your furniture, your house, and your car; how can you be trusted with time?  Perhaps the friendly screen and comfy chair is a fitting start and a fitting end for you.

A salutation, and recognition of others which whom you're speaking to; how polite!  Goddamn I'm bloody cryptic, do I even know what I mean?  Constantly in a tangent, a digression; how annoying it must be!  Well alright then here I am, let's talk, let's discuss.  Philosophy?  Well sure!  It's quite the broad topic though, maybe something a bit more particular.

I really can't think of anything, I'd rather just talk non-sense for the remainder of this post.  I feel like I would enjoy this whole experience more if I was actually listening to the music instead of second-guessing my language and grammar.

The period at the end of this sentence will be the last form of punctuation until the end of this post.

so my eyes are off the screen no pressure no focus on grammar just words words just continuously supplying words here yes yes should be fun maybe I'll think of some big words to share with everything like tumultuous oooo that's uhhh tu mult u ous 4 syllables I think I don't know doesn't matter more words more words like phantasmagoric ooooo that's a good one I really miss punctuation I'm longing for a period or at least a comma this is really difficult this must be terribly difficult to read anyways I'm glad you're sticking with this I appreciate your indulgence.  Christ, I had to do it.  Alright alright, I'll use punctuation.  What track am I at now? Just started 5, alrighty then; like 7 more to go and 2 are really short I think.  Hang in there devoted fans!

I think I'll start answering questions.
1.  yes
2. the green one with the purple propeller hat
3. ich bin berlin
4. A mole between my index finger and thumb, and a scar intersecting my fourth finger and pinkie.

I am making a video game at present.  It will be called Treel (working title) and it's about an alien who arrives on a post-human earth with amnesia.  He discovers the remnants of humanity and begins to make relatable connections in his brain which causes him to "remember" certain parts of his old life.  Different memories surface depending on what the player does in the game and the order in which he/she does them.  You could end up with a character who doesn't care about his old life and wants to make a new one on Earth.  Alternately, your alien might remember very deep and emotional parts of his old life (spouse, home, etc) and desire to go back to it.  You won't be forced into an outcome that doesn't make sense; because, how you play through the game affects the personality and the motivations of the character.  For example, you won't feel forced to go collect a bunch of things or kill a bunch of things if that isn't what you've been doing already.

Still a ways to go, only on track 7.  Oh! just started 8, fabulous.  Well now what...

I have a cold, I didn't wear socks today, and I still need to put on my clean sheets.  I'm looking forward to sleep tonight, I love sheet day.  Gee I wish this was a bit more interesting, sorry about that.  I suppose I could at least change up my sentence structures... I love variation!  I could even fool around with punctuation (don't worry, I'm still going to be using it).  Woah only 3 tracks to go! woooo?  <---Look what I just did!  pshyaw, totes bro; fkin legit.  what is he talking about? this guy's weird, this blog is dumb.  VALID ENQUIRIES AND COMPLAINTS, sorry about the caps; I ain't lookin' back now! Oh god here we go, this song is really good, I'm continuously getting psyched psyched psyched aaaahhhhhhh dropped... So how's the wife?  On a side not.  I digress.  On the other hand (on the other hand? that doesn't fit here...) Off on his tangent again.  Well geometry was his best subject CLEVER.  I'm a clever man, I am a man, what is a man?  I'm almost 19 and I still can't answer this question.  My present countenance displays a perturbed expression for I currently am confronted with the reality that I still don't know what it means to be a man.  Does that even matter?  Probably not; but like philosophy, it is probably a broad discussion topic.  Any who, 2 more tracks; gettin there!  I just realised this now, that it will take far less time to read this post than it will take to write it, so all this gratefulness and hand-holding I've been giving was probably unnecessary.  Oh well, it's not like it matters; I mean, who's actually going to read all of this? Bout time I pressed ENTER
TWICE
I wonder what the value of pie is

Good, and pi?

3.14159265358979323846264338327950288419716939937510582097
4944592307816406286208998628034825342117067

Fun.

Only 1 more song now, I'm getting tired, really tired.  Maybe I'll end it off with some cryptic "mysterious" poetry, some real deep stuff.

Slapping his keyboard in casual grievance known by many, like many who doubt their existence, he lives contently regardless of this.

I see us dancing to this song together, but who is she?
The yolk of my mindful widow, such rhythm, such wonder.

Well I promised I'd end this abruptly as the song was finishing yes indeed as it was ending like a song usually commences the opposite of that which means stop just waiting for it to end soon like it just keeps going and going it won't end not that I don't like it or anything I quite enjoy it actually it's a lovely song it reminds me of the kind of sound I want in my video game which I am genuinely excited about it's wonderful to feel excited about something not that I don't feel excited about anything it's just that this is kind of new and foreign te