Really, in todays day and age we are alltogether way too accepting of emotion. Repression breeds creativity, thoughts, imagination. But now we can blast out feelings out through a keyboard and broadcast it to any unknown on the internet, through nefarious blogs and chats and tell-all status messages, all bloated with an disgusting excess of pure human emotion bleeding through the screen in clots and sludge, not as real or as special as anything kept inside to ferment like a fine wine. The thoughts leave the body and then pass into nothingness. Besides, the question is how can anything be truly felt when everybody who glances at the page knows exactly how you feel? Knows everything about it? Secrecy is the same as severity. The fire increases its temperature if contained in a small tightly sealed jar. i'm not sure if i'm making any kind of sense here but then again what does it matter? As soon as i load a page the surge of emotional excess bowls me over, obnoxious bluging caps and melodramatic pose weeping amoung the vicious snarling and screeching of red-hot enraged swears misspelled in anger. Emotions mean nothing anymore, valueless impulses shared or given away on a whim. You feel better afterwards because you killed it.