This is a website that I created to document my thoughts. It addresses many of my gripes with similar platforms, like Twitter, Tumblr, Micro.blog, and Blogger, although it takes inspiration from all of these.
I’m Matthias. These are mostly my thoughts. Raw, un-distilled, thoughts. I do filter any thoughts that would be offensive or NSFW. Generally, with the exception of censored profanity, complex ideas, and links to other sites that are less principled, this site should be safe for your child to read.
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This website is my own creation. It follows my own rules. It is dedicated to 3 things.
This website is an outlet for the many intrusive thoughts that I have, that I cannot speak out loud. These thoughts don’t have meaning, they aren’t important. Even if it were socially acceptable for me to share them at random times, even if people were interested, they’re still not of any particular value. On the other hand, here they can be themselves. They can exist free from judgement. You, and me, come here to examine the curious thoughts of a curious boy. Here my thoughts can thrive.
I open vim to write. I don’t have a spell checker, so I struggle, catching my own errors by sight, recognizeing that the word looks wrong, but not knowing how to fix it. I shrug. I’ll go over it with a spell-check at some point. But I might not. I might impuse-publish this page, one night, when I’m feeling particularly lonely. Then the message that I dread (“you spelled ‘recognizeing’ wrong”) might come as a welcome social interaction, and an opprotunity to improve my website. Rather than an annoyance.
I bought a book earlier today. I am writing instead of reading it. The irony. I created this site to give me a space to write, and yet, often I post here merely things that I have read. The irony.
Thank you for coming to my website, and reading some of my thoughts.
It really does mean a lot to me that you’re interested enough to read them.
I pride myself on my thoughts, and if people weren’t interested in them
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I’m tired.<br>
I’m tired of this. I want to do something interesting, something different. I want to do something different every day.
I want to feel something.
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This is an attempt to feel something.<br>
This is a safe space for me to vent.
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This is the end of my sanity, of normalcy, of grammaer and ru;es and smaness.
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This is poetry, this is all poetry, and if you haven’t figured that out by now, then I’m probably not that interested in listening to you, so you shouldn’t feel any obligation to listen to me. This is the poetry of a broken generation. Of a generation that is as broken as any that came before it, and yet feels the pain of brokenness just as strongly as any others.
Pray with me. <em>The Lord is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit.</em> The LORD is close to me. The LORD is close to me. The LORD is close to me. The LORD is close to me. The LORD is close to me. The LORD is close to me. The LORD is close to me. The LORD is close to me. The LORD is close to me.
This website is an exercise in mental stimulation.
This website stores Thoughts that I have, but it also encourage me to have thoughts in the first place.
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This website is a part of who I am<br>
This is a representation of my mind.<br>
This is an influence on me<br>
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Soli Deo gloria
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Thoughts posted here seem to fall into one of a few discrete categories. Firstly, analysises of topics, things that would be too long for Twitter, or else invite debate. Second, updates on my life and what I’m doing and feeling. Third, expressions, of feelings. All try to be informative, humours, and rehtorically enjoyable.
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Poetry is text written to convey emotion. Text is written to convey emotion. This is text.
Please, don’t try to share anything here in other places. I just don’t imagine it going well. Although sharing this website as a whole I imagine would be beneficial.
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I fear this is a creative writing exercise.
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This is the end.
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This is my last ditch effort. My guilty pleasure. My bad habit.
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Good Night.
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