Hello, we are your ideas, running wildly through your head, at this time. 3:00am is a perfect time to inspire you, splash your mind with liquid, untouchable words, tones, textures and colors like that pomo of yellow paint that fell on the wooden floor of your primary school's art class and somebody accidentally ppssfftt stepped on it making it explode all over. I still don’t know if it was an accident or if she stepped on it on purpose. It was funny anyway. Aah memories, you can always go back there. And hey! Why are you thinking of writing this nonsensical crap just as it comes to your head? Blog about this? Forget it. This is personal and silly. No! Don’t even think of publishing this, it's a terrible idea. You, self-censoring machine, you can do anything you want whenever you want because you are as free as your mind is, remember? Free? How free? What is "being free"? Nothing is really free since all actions and thoughts are conditioned by those that preceded them.