Something old I built.

There's none

Yet?

Taped Water Bottle

Just a random doodle of a water bottle

Well, might as well

I know nothing, just bias assumptions. I've gone too deep, twisted mind I have. It's not deep, just the depths of my mind. Though this is nothing.

I fear many things, yet I would like to show. Still fear to show, but honestly, I might as well deal with consequences.

The space is vast, and time is infinite. Any ideas or creations of mine are nothing new. Though I'm not here to invalidate your original stuff, it's to invalidate my own stuff.

I know I'm not the only one with similar ideas, yet I can't able to know every origin. Sometimes, I want to know every single thing about who made it or the idea first. Twisted into chains, locked up by ownership. It's impossible for a human to gain knowledge of everything with clear details since time and space are vast and infinite. If credit is something you seek, then you must know the depths of it. Time and space. You can not have bias to validate claims. Because it's popular doesn't mean every time and space will know. Sure, some may know that can be true and false.

Honestly, I feel like creating freely without the twisted chains of credit. Claiming I have no ownership means I can create anything and not worry about crediting me. Although identity is needed, vagueness is flexible. Identify a vague form that can be many is something. Not the first that for sure. Quite prideful if I dare think I was the first. It's a type of pride I would rather not have. Though I'm still human, the 7 sins have many forms.

I'm glad to have some parts out... Though this is just out of fear and worry. In the end, make it as you will. Besides, this is for me to get it over with fear of others. May cause me to be heartless. My heart of mine is for you to not worry about me and enjoy your life. I guilt trip myself in a twisted way, many twist and blank. A content paradox, so you mustn't worry. Though that was prideful of me assuming you're worrying.

Life is fine with this in mind. Enjoy this nonsense. This may be a vent. Though I don't see it that way... it is strong emotions... but I also see it to be thoughts... I don't have personalities. Perhaps it's strong emotions and thoughts, yet lacking of it also. I'll figure it out. Still a mess, though a bit organized... or am I delivering myself.

To simply put: Insanity

Though their are others that can claim that title way better and best suited for a good example. You mustn't waste time on me although too late for that. Was it entertaining or just bland. I assumed the many answers, so it's best not to waste more time on responding, just a recommendation since I don't control your actions yet able to influence if you let it. This is a time waster, though the same goes with my other stuff. I'll assume, and this will be the only one with the tag time waster.

I do like to be anonymous and create freely into the abyss. Though, some identification is alright depending on the depths and situation. A sneaky reference, details of origin, name of reference, something vague, every single detail, natural action, identity of creations/works/engine/ideas/inspiration/melody/etc..., ect...

I don't like conflict, but in a twisted way, I do. Mostly, a twisted joy is letting others win while having no clue of their being a hypocrite, become prideful, and/or other gains. It is so funny to have a situation where I'm suffering while others cause ignorant harm, and I laugh. A type of malice to harm one's self to have a chance to grow someone's harmful attitude. Though another malice of mine is a defensive one. Or other emotional response.

Whatever happens, happens. Meaningless meaningful. Like the lost notebooks, anything can be forgotten... well in this case it's a stretch since I remember oddly enough depending on weird factors. Well in physical form it's gone.

That's it, could've done better. Feels right to end this long ass text.

Testing and imagining how this idea work. Perhaps there's another way to do it better.

How foolish of me. So what I became rustic. Even if the ability to make is rusting or/and etc... . Just create for fun.

Sure, I'd like to be hidden. Tho should credit stuff in a way that's not too much (info dumping, heavy advertising, etc...) . Although crediting certain things will be viewed more likely, there will always be a chance of gaining an audience that shouldn't be here. And crediting can be complex... like people changing names, the ones that's lost in time, etc..

I'm used to things not going my way, and it's normal. Lost notebook of drawings. So if I go poof that's unfortunate.

Insanity. Man, people are so creative ( it doesn't matter if it looks generic. I still see it becoming many things and envy you one way or another). My stuff is just so generic (someone had the same idea even if it's unknown, lost, not been seen, past, present, future, etc...).

Many thoughts... It feels like repetition in a way yet different.

Welp, things happen. And enjoy... just don't distract or push away yourself, which is myself. Progress takes many forms, which one it'll be and become.

Confuse yet so clear. Let's see where it'll go. Could've talked to myself in my mind, but this time, I felt like posting it. like a small stool. Life is many. There are similarities and differences. Yes, I'm just insane just repeating somethings people already know or too busy focusing on their own important thoughts/stuff.