5.06.2006
¡tantos niños lisiados!
The young student has been given the impression that children in Spanish-speaking countries are disproportionately handicapped because they are portrayed as such in the illustrations of her text book. This does not explain why she would not want to go to school in those countries.
PS, sorry for freaking out. Today after in fact a full night of sleep but one infused with vivid restless dreams wherein I imagined that I was experiencing an awkward reunion with my high-school prom date and I had discovered, in some abandoned folder of my old computer, downloaded photos of hilarious Dinosaur-Comics-brand backpacks(?) from 2003 that I never knew I had, and every other anxiety of my life paraded forth as well in a precise specific catalog of inscrutable mental trauma, I awoke still rather restless, but at last after working up a healthy sweat getting some carts in under warming pre-noon sky I felt the calm and equilibrium return once more, and as if to cement my neurotransmitter homeostasis I accidentally electrocuted myself while adjusting a lighting fixture. My first electrocution!
It mostly just felt like fear. Like my arm was for a brief moment very afraid of something, but the rest of me couldn't really understand what it was or what it had to do with the funny little buzzing sound.
Then after lunch I get back in my car and essentially all the trees in the neighborhood raped me with their air sperm. It actually snowed tree sex. Trees are MAJOR perverts. So is coral from what I understand.
faces from: 'Une vocation' by Bouguereau.
The young student has been given the impression that children in Spanish-speaking countries are disproportionately handicapped because they are portrayed as such in the illustrations of her text book. This does not explain why she would not want to go to school in those countries.
PS, sorry for freaking out. Today after in fact a full night of sleep but one infused with vivid restless dreams wherein I imagined that I was experiencing an awkward reunion with my high-school prom date and I had discovered, in some abandoned folder of my old computer, downloaded photos of hilarious Dinosaur-Comics-brand backpacks(?) from 2003 that I never knew I had, and every other anxiety of my life paraded forth as well in a precise specific catalog of inscrutable mental trauma, I awoke still rather restless, but at last after working up a healthy sweat getting some carts in under warming pre-noon sky I felt the calm and equilibrium return once more, and as if to cement my neurotransmitter homeostasis I accidentally electrocuted myself while adjusting a lighting fixture. My first electrocution!
It mostly just felt like fear. Like my arm was for a brief moment very afraid of something, but the rest of me couldn't really understand what it was or what it had to do with the funny little buzzing sound.
Then after lunch I get back in my car and essentially all the trees in the neighborhood raped me with their air sperm. It actually snowed tree sex. Trees are MAJOR perverts. So is coral from what I understand.
faces from: 'Une vocation' by Bouguereau.
