An attempt to understand the multiple minds of this person through daily activities, routines, encounters by means of recording through the use of this blog. The successful rate of fully understanding and the ability to comprehend this person is still yet an unknown factor.
Your problem (I can almost hear you say), is your lack of reality about the whole situation. Look at you! Your cellulites are showing and your fine wrinkles are making their way through your dry skin! Yeah we talk about minds and spirituality but does the average person give a shit? Common, would you date a saint from the last century, admiring his corpse, imagining his shrunken penis and get jealous with the pathetic tities that he has ever licked? We say we hate those materialistic bitches but you know what, here I go, yes I love them, I love their brainlessness to the max and hate those stupid thinkers who pretend they are so full of theories, and by that I mean YOU. Oh and oh, your hair looks stupid and I don't want to show your face to anyone I know. (with that statement, someone came in and smashed all the windows and shattered all the glasswares available in sight. you hide under the table shivering. that someone someone, a saint from the past, appears, with his shrunkened dick and hollow body, with egyptian style wrappings around his thin chest, walked up, took my hand, and walked me out of the trashed bar.)
In the end, the silence continued and there was no conclusion. The heart continues to erode through the years of confusion, disorientation, and disturbance. The mind loses concern over the body's action while the value system fails and the line of limitation falls below zero. The repetitiveness of the sink and float cycle no longer interfere with the actions. There are no emotions felt. The coward at the end chooses the mixture of tiny tablets with poison. This was one courageous choice which was the most powerful, effective, and enduring moment of life. Theirreversible action led to sorrowness by those who had a heart lacking in vocal presence. Yet the busy mind returns to sought after what was important, and so he thought. Never even realizing the complex metaphor which waited to be explored.
One large scrambled, two hard-boiled, three easy over, four spiced up, five burried in rocks, six with placentas, seven with chick eyes, eight with siamese twins, nine with type b personality, ten with fallopian tubes.
I Can't Stand It, I Know You Planned It
I'ma Set It Straight, This Watergate
I Can't Stand Rockin' When I'm In Here
'Cause Your Crystal Ball Ain't So Crystal Clear
So, While You Sit Back And Wonder Why
I Got This Fucking Thorn In My Side
Oh My God, It's A Mirage
I'm Tellin' Y'all It's Sabotage
So,So,So, So Listen Up 'Cause You Can't Say Nothin'
You Shut Me Down With A Push Of Your Button
But yo, I'm Out And I'm Gone
I'll Tell You Now I Keep It On And On dam!
'Cause What You See You Might Not Get
And We Can Bet, So Don't You Get Souped Yet
Scheming On A Thing That's A Mirage
I'm Tryin' To Tell You Now It's Sabotage
Why; Our Backs Are Now Against The Wall
Listen All Of Y'all This Is Sabotage
Listen All Of Y'all This Is Sabotage
Listen All Of Y'all This Is Sabotage
Listen All of Y'all This Is Sabotage
I Can't Stand It, I Know You Planned It
I'ma Set It Straight This Watergate
I Can't Stand Rockin' When I'm In This Place
Because I Feel Disgrace Because You're All In My Face
But Make No Mistakes And Switch Up My Channel
I'm Buddy Rich When I Fly OffmThe Handle
What Could It Be, It's all a Mirage
You're Scheming On A Thing That's Sabotage
we ought to spend more time thinking about this.
variable x = random reinforcement schedule X unpredictability of behaviour
let us try this:
we give at random intervals, which means I give you food at unknown times, so you will come back again and again since there is a history of me giving you goodies, but not everytime, of course you will go to other more reliable sources, but those reliable sources may end due to lack of resources or boredom; and so you will still come back to see whether I can provide sweets for you when those reliable resources run out; but at the same time I do not provide to you every time; I just might provide to you. And just the principle of this gets you hooked on requesting from me since you think if you request 100 times there must be at least 1 time that I will respond; but then you don't know my schedule, and so you get frustrated and all these negativeness thoughts occur. so beg me, beg me and maybe i will tell you my schedule of reinforcement.

we are born, we meet, we live, we interact, we love
you feed me, you hold me, you support my weight, you inspire me, you hold me, you open doors, you tell, you restrict, you allow, you teach, you breath, beside me, and let me know, you are my elderly, existence of knowledge, in which I cannot, live without
and your absence, your non existence, your absence your absence in every event in the timeline of my life, can I spare some of my time just to be with you? I love you so.
I tried, I am not an explicit teller, a fortune teller, a leader,
I love all the beautiful people i have met, am i one to you?
did you know my existence shattered when you forgot to hold me when i fall?
it broke
me
in
to
tiny
un
cur
able
pieces....
i cry and i cry and i cried...
there is a hole which has never been tried to
be fixed by you your busy schedule and i try to follow
the same stupid fucking stupid schedule of yours and
meet our material needs do i really care about diamond studded sofas
when my internal organs are wrapped with vines but you have
never noticed do you know the neurons looses its orbital power in states of sub zero climate and square pupils are beautiful
Can you take me to an abandoned merry go round?
What happened to the delicate transparent ferris wheel that took us up above the mountains and into the darkness of the sky lite up with ten thousand stars?
When did we start to plan our trip to the deepest forrest where the Maya ancient temple erect? To breath in the religion of Tibetans, to wait in sub zero from midnite for auroras, to touch the narwhales, to feel the presence of spirits from rotten totems? When did we abandon our plans just like the merry go round, forgotten, between the tall grass at the park where no one visited?
When did the little particles of living took over and consumed our minds and took over our bodies?
To the deepest cave, I want to be with you, and live, in the simplest form, and lay down, departing, the, rest, of, you, we, go.

- do you have problems understanding social cues?
- we love high tech stuff cause we can be left in solitude, the inventions of isolation with virutal artifical social networks, our own special creative identity creations
- we hate sleep cause it makes us think and it lets our brains speak freely
- we want to break rules, we want to create bruises, we pretend to have control while we bleed
- we sent sms in class, we sleep and write poems and think about sex and dicks



