How are you?
I don’t know what to say. Sorry for my gibberish.
I am not communicating what I had intended to. So I should do a better job @ blogging.
Oh well.
Maybe some other time.
Thanks for reading.~
How are you?
I don’t know what to say. Sorry for my gibberish.
I am not communicating what I had intended to. So I should do a better job @ blogging.
Oh well.
Maybe some other time.
Thanks for reading.~
I don’t know. It doesn’t drop.
Life is strange.
Decisions are important.
Decisions take practice, && time.
I don’t know much about life.
…
I’m a biologist. What the fuck? I don’t know much about life?
I’m not a biologist. I’m a poet.
I’m not a poet, I’m French.
I’m not French, I’m just here writing in this blog post, blah blah blah.
Thank you for reading.
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Dinner is some delicious home-made slow-cooked chili beans, from raw beans and other raw ingredients. Mother does most of the cooking. I’m trying to be more… useful. I have 2 days a week of cooking starting since recently, && they’re the same recipes every time. To memorize/get practice/develop flavor-subtlety && touch.
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I used to play sports.
I don’t know what to say.
I’m sorry for all this.
I think, I can adapt to insanity fairly alright.
What is a memory?
I am connected to people. Remembering them is connecting w/them. They are conscious, I am conscious, && I think of them–but maybe I am being deceived otherwise.
I wouldn’t know.
I’m sorry for all this.
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I hope you’re okay. I hope you’re all doing okay. Things are like, this or that, but it’s not bad.
It’s bad when it’s bad, but that’s just… things. && (Indian) things are like this, that, etc.
What else could it be?
I need to eat dinner.
Thank you for the plants, planet, && family.
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I will do my best to “give back” (like I stole something or something).
I just want to help out. I want to accomplish things.
Am I such a freak? Schizoaffective disorder? Kratom?
I exercised today. Some step machine && some yoga. Like almost an hour of yoga, actually. But not yang yoga–rather, yin yoga. That means peaceful motion, long holds. Yang is like, power yoga you may be familiar with.
But the principles are more or less the same.
I want to lose more weight next year. So far I’m just trying to structure my life, right now.
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The parents are recovering, what from I do not know.
I did a lot of damage, w/my mental illness. I’ve actually been on treatment for over a decade, but it hasn’t really worked until like, a few years ago.
I (re)started kratom about a month ago. So far, it is treating me very well, && it is completely under control.
It has been bad before.
Due to kratom && my mental illness. There was some overlap, too.
&& I was alcoholic for a while.
&& pot in grad school.
WTFm8.
I dunno.
I ‘pologize.
Fur the fock.
I have done a lot.
I haven’t done anything at all.
…
I haven’t done anything at all.
I don’t know. I don’t feel good. This house feels like a prison.
I guess I need to do some chores.
I don’t work hard enough. I work on my web app && send out one resume a week.
I’m lonely. My mother is… has forgotten things.
Going for a hike w/brothers && mother.
Hopefully it goes OK.
Thanks for reading.
I’m sorry I didn’t mean to insult anyone, and just, the reader is very unhappy w/my writing and situation/status.
So I aplologize.
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We canceled the hike.
I guess it was too scary for me.
Having a bad feeling about something should be factored into whether you even attend or not.
Poor middle brother will be angry. Mother is fussy.
I guess I don’t know these people.
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I’m sorry for the traumatic/traumatizing blog.
It does belong to me, though.
&& building it was something.
Anyway.
I don’t know what to say. Mom tried feeding the cat upstairs but ants crawled all over the food. Then dad yelled like a psycho abt it, is now cleaning it up __&&__ looking for the entrance the ants are using to access that area of the house.
The house is very cluttered so this is sort of an ordeal.
Dad sort of verbally abused mom abt her foolishness.
Mother is a silly person.
This all woke me up after 5 hours of sleep, b/c I went to bed at 3 AM.
But I like waking up in the morning, and having a reason to wake up.
My room, of course, is spotless, b/c (bitch) I’m perfect.
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I don’t kow wat ese to sy.
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It’s sort of strange, innit, all the bad advice, all the mistakes others push on you.
Hard to find normal ppl these days.
We live near a church, so the neighborhood is kind of weird.
I (hope?) think? some new neighbors bought the house next door (?) The old neighbors, a British guy and his Asian slut, sorry, concubine (of course), seemed to have sold the house.
Well anyway.
I don’t know. IF ONLY YOU WOULD STOP SQUIRMING AND JUST SIT THERE AND THINK A MINUTE BUT NOO AND WHEN YOU DO IT’S TOO MUCH && THIS IS A REFLECTION OF YOU NOT ME BECAUSE I DON’T EXIST I’M JUST A DISEMBODIED VOICE PROPAGATED BY NOISE POLLUTION AND PSYCOTROPIC DAMAGES.
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What else is there to say?
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I don’t know. I don’t know what to say. Fuck you?
Bitch shit fuck ass nigger thizz ass nigger bitch. Die die die.
Fuck shit ass blow shit fuckass. Blow shit fuckass.
Blow shit fuckass.
My parents are not well.
They are tough, but not healthy.
So I dunno. It’s rough.
The AIs are a little cheery/formulaic.
Divers want to strain, sit apocalypse.
The dynasty, of fall.
What commitment, how morose.
That one died. Good thing there’s always more.
…
What would you appreciate but yr own self-destruction?
Bad customers, bad guests, bad countries.
Bad habits.
I don’t know. I’m pretty tired. The system is choking me. I bought a bunch of music on amoeba.
The internet is not funny or cool–it’s creepy.
That’s great. Success humans.
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Mom has problems, dad has problems, brothers worry me.
I think, for once, I don’t need to stop worrying and indulge in hedonism like my rapey therapist insists.
I think I need to solve problems.
I hate retarded fuckshit healthcare workers.
Fuck.
Brain deads.
I have therapy coming up, bee-T-W’s.
But I don’t know. I don’t know what it is.
…
Having difficulty working on this web app I want to release. I really just don’t want to do this anymore.
Get out of a groove, fuck’t for duration (of time).
Can duration be applied, as a word, to things other than time?
Interesting, never thought.
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Fuck shit ass nigger thizz bitch.
Kill yrself.
I don’t know what to say.
I’m so tired.
Good luck.
~
I’m not really sure what to make of this. I don’t know what it is or where it came from, and I don’t know why it’s here.
This is strange hypnotronics, hypnauhtics, halloween halloween halloween.
The system, is down; the system, is down.
leekoo leekoo leekoo.
I don’t know. I try to do my best and what does it get me.
I’d like to do work stuff today, but it’s Saturday. I’m trying to figure out things, maybe something will stop torturing me.
So tired it hurts? Sorry middle brother. Me too…, me too.. .
What else kud it bee?
Is it a baracuda? Where does it live? Why would you subsume to a whale?
The system, is down, the system, is down.
What else is grid=loque.
I wouldn’t know the status of the repository.
I don’t use git.