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It's been quite a while since I've acted on a serious whim. I've gotta get on that.
My whims are the product of my creative mind. Am I stultifying? Lord, I hope not.
No running for me, today. Walking through squelchy field, forest, and stream will be more than enough of a workout. My ailment has left me thoroughly scattered. My vision has holes. It's leaking out of me. The music I listen to plucks at my skin painlessly like the nibblings of tiny fish. I feel like my consciousness has turned into itty bitty particles that are seeping out of my head and raining down on my surroundings like volcanic ash. And that makes me rather weak and dizzy, I must say.
Who needs drugs when you have a brain like mine?
My whims are the product of my creative mind. Am I stultifying? Lord, I hope not.
No running for me, today. Walking through squelchy field, forest, and stream will be more than enough of a workout. My ailment has left me thoroughly scattered. My vision has holes. It's leaking out of me. The music I listen to plucks at my skin painlessly like the nibblings of tiny fish. I feel like my consciousness has turned into itty bitty particles that are seeping out of my head and raining down on my surroundings like volcanic ash. And that makes me rather weak and dizzy, I must say.
Who needs drugs when you have a brain like mine?
Hi. Hello. Salut
Date: 2008-05-03 08:28 pm (UTC)From: (Anonymous)I SO do not know how to use the iMac in question that it's just amazing.
That said, glad to be able to read you again after all this time.
Say hello there to f00, wouldja?
B.
Re: Hi. Hello. Salut
Date: 2008-05-03 08:55 pm (UTC)From: (Anonymous)B.
Re: Hi. Hello. Salut
Date: 2008-05-17 05:26 pm (UTC)From:And hello. =D