I don’t know. I’m sort of tired. I’m trying to take it easier, out-juke the trickster reader (who talks loudly instead of reading). Maybe that is me. Who is the reader?

I don’t know I don’t know. What would you advise?

Papa had a migraine yesterday, and he was really scared it was a stroke. We did the basic face-asymmetry/symmetry test, lift left arm (I told him to lift both arms) test, and from his descriptions (one eye blind spots, pain in one half of “brain” as he said) it seemed like a migraine.

I enjoy being a biomedical engineer, && a former athlete. I enjoy helping others be healthy, as little as I am capable of it, still so.

Still so.

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I’m lonely. But I want to stay single. YOU KNOW WHAT THAAAAAAAT MEAAANS: Yeah, go to the local card game shop and make friends.

Oh boy commander, I hate commander, I’m so scared of people.

I’m so scared of people.

The good thing is, I can take it slow, take it easy, take it slow.

Which is good.

That makes me heppy.

I’m trying to go “easier” on myself, and mom is shopping for flower seeds on Amazon.

What else is new.

I’m sorry I scared you. I’m totally okay. I hope the black net is treating you well. You know I don’t remember who you are, right?

Sorry about that.

Well anyway, I’m glad we were able to connect, and that I can prove to you that I’m okay, not in prison, taking safety measures in this insane fuck-show (I won’t call it a “whirled”).

So it is.

So it is.

Well anyway. I hope you’re doing okay.

Plenty of fish I guess.

Need to go to CARD STOOOOORE 2-day! Yeah! :-D.

Take it slow; take it easy, take it slow…

I’ll try to work on more photos more often. And publish them on here!

Oh also I sort of want to learn lyrical poetry (like verse, sinquaine, etc.) not free verse. FUCK FREE VERSE TO HELL AND BACK. IT’S NOT POETRY.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh retards.

Oh well.

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Why not more?

You can leave me alone. I’ll be okay. I hoeppe you’re okeigheuh.

fuck

shit

ass

nigger

thizz

bitch

.

fuck shit ass nigger thizz bitch.

fuck shit ass nigger thizz bitch.

fuck shit ass nigger thizz bitch.

The neighbors are gaslighting me and I am anonymously reporting it to the internet, so that the FBI might investigate (on its own).

Good luck!

Here’s a photo I took/made. Enjoy!

Thanks for being a great reader. I realize I haven’t been taking care of the reader lately. I apologize. Parents/tasking. Parents yes (mostly you don’t have to do anything), tasking NO (mostly).

Oh well it is what it is.

Thank~

My brain is relearning how to function w/o being dolt what hoo-doo.

Ohy yya.

Why there?

Anytime.

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Shit fuck ass nigger thizz bitch.

The neighbors are filibustering… the neighborhood.

Oops.

No home office. Not 4 UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU.

… but maybe for uWu?

:-).

Slash root dot England coddslewaldy hey hair hare hehre what?

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I don’t give to tease, but I do enjoy a good time.

How are you, stupid retards.

Fuck shit ass nigger thizz bitch.

What? The psychiatry dept told me to get a mantra.

Fuck shit ass nigger thizz bitch.

Can you guess what my mantra is?

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I give up on everything. I’m not going to clean up after myself.

I guess my past is not as baddeeeeeeeeeugh as I thotte.

What else?

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Is Elsa Kim really dead?

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I don’t know these things, and I worry. I had a lot of female (and some male) heroes in my peerdom in school. Mathematicians, engineers, social science / humsoc ppl.

Pooh-puhl.

Ohy why.

Oh well.

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I don’t know what else and the voices, the voices. What else could we do?

I’m glad things are there again though. For a while, things were not there.

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Or maybe it was just a promise.

Lots of bad javascript on the internet.

Oops.

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What else could it be? I don’t know much, I don’t know much, gutt-butt you betta’h.

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Or else.

I don’t know.

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What is it and why does it go there? And what do I do with it? It’s so dark indoors.

And I can’t have the window open b/c it’s not private where I live, in the front of the house.

Shit fuck ass nigger thizz bitch.

Shitty wind tunnel on this area around 680.

Oops.

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What else could you would you like to DIVULGE.

Oh hi there, Marc.

Fuck you, Marc.

Lots of Marcs. I don’t like the one that taught me. Stranger, random marx.

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I don’t know what else to say. Things are what nothing can sell so slime up and go to hell.

Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeighy.

Ory.

Why?

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I don’t know what else to say.

Shit fuck ass nigger thizz bitch slime ass nigger gringo ass nigger thizz bitch.

Shitty fuck you bitch shit fuck ass nigger thizz bitch stupid retards ass fuck shit.

Shit fuck ass nigger thizz bitch.

I give up.

Terrorists win. Maybe they will overthrow the americas and legalize opium.

Then everyone will be happy winners.

The neighbors are gaslighting me again.

Yep, there’s the drug dealer outside.

What a criminal area I live in.

They’re all religious, too, which makes them criminal(s?).

Fuck shit fuck shit ass nigger trash shit fuck ass nigger shit fuck.

When do I get to complain?

I did like an hour of yoga today.

It didn’t help.

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I wish I could make decisions for myself.

The parents own me.

The mental healthcare system owns me.

My brothers own me.

The neighborhood owns me.

California owns me.

I am a slave.

Now go fuck off (b/c I’m not allowed to say “kill yourself, go commit suicide, stupid”, b/c it’s illegal).

Bet that one throws some chink-ass/slime-ass lawyers for a loo.

Outside. Around the bend.

THROUGH the urinal.

Or retardation?

Fuck shit ass nigger thizz bitch.

I hate you.

I’m fucked I’m fucked. I’m bleeding (money) and not allowed to say what I want.

Welcome, welcome. This is trange. Trangers every which way.

Except the right way.

It wouldn’t be substantive w/o some plausibility.

So why not shoot the loo?

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I don’t know what to say. I’m tired.

My pills are fucked and my thinking is slow.

I guess I have a brain disease.

I’m really trying to get better, though.

And juggling.

And juggling…