(Friday, December 16, 2005)
lately, i just can't sit down solitarily without artificial huge gigantic commotion waves of motion slamming on at the back of the head, although completely mental, makes me feel rotten being a swinging buoy in random order in the middle of atlantic ocean.
best described as 'neo'-motion sickness; one gets sick when they're static.
perhaps because i've moved around so frequently, sitting down doing nothing morphed into severe peripheral dynamic withdrawal syndrome. the mind can't help but dwell further into enquiry, how the fuck in the world can kobe beef taste so tender? of fuck, i mean how the fuck in the world can a perfectly normal kid like me suffer from psyhiatry malfunction. so what if i'm not a kid anymore, dork?
oh look, the past two fucking posts is all about my muthafucking distinctive rare diseases. it's december, when the rare disease summit takes place. come to think of it, claustrophobia in a different light. oh fuck, that's even more ridiculously interesting.
8:04 AM
that fucking traitor
liEw, 18 and since 2002, 270lbs, 5ft, brazilian chinese russian icelander hybrid, black eyes, short black hair, racist, antisocial, semi-alcoholic, ignorant, exhales profanity, black-poetry fanatic
