Wednesday, February 20, 2008

I think my brain consists mainly of fried eggs and vindaloo right now, because memory problems persist often and often life is walking dream fairy. I have a few recollections of an easy time when I was child. Then mother did everything for me, and father. 
Perhaps its the adddddd? does that even exist? I have made a list for dear readers:

the best color is blue, the best food being that which you do not eat. the worst place to live in umerka is detroit michigan, the best gender is sometimes female, female is a terrifying condition, nearly a disease, incurable at birth. 

Best authors are bukowski AND tzara, if the two had a child we could callit bukzara, my cat died two weeks ago exactly. I had to put her to sleep, in death she has a name her name was sunny chiggins, shit, I cried for a fucking week! What does that even mean, It was a cat afterall, my italian friend tells me Im too sensitive, far too sensitive these are only animal. smoke bomb today,  biggest accomplishment was the swarma. where did that go?  My thesis has revamped itself, refusing to remain static. I dive into black parts of my brain as graceful as a swan, hand the cutting edge of the mind, mind the driving force behind everything. in and out like an autistic swinging or spinning. I had a helmet for that but lost it even lost the velcro suit i wear to sssswap things onto myself so I dont lose em.
So that indicates pressure. or pressure for the system.

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