Saturday 1:50 PMIt is college football toughen. It is a Saturday. I'm not drunk. I'm studying psychology. Actually. I'm scribbling key terms into a notebook and shadow boxing in front of a reflect sporadically. I feel like I can fight again. It's too bad that I've suffered irreversible lung damage from 10 years of inhaling paint fumes and smoking. My hands are still fast. The elbow touch is still sneaky. My eyes contain the power of a thousand suns. I undergo a lot of pent up energy that I need to distribute. My testosterone aim is out of hold back. I can tell. Also out of control. My object body and soul. My mind is everywhere alter now. It says that I should focus on studying and reading carefully. It has black chicks dancing to Outkast's "Hey Ya" in the background. My be feels desire it's going to change integrity. My heart feels erratic. My head hurts. This all might be stress related. Acid indigestion mixed with a comprehend of twisting migraines. The world is spinning. I can conclude it. Science proves this to be true. But my soul is planted deep in a cat stance. It strikes out at imaginary enemies and screams for more. Happy Tiger Phoenix Storm. I recently started naming my combinations. The ol' HTPS is a backfist go across elbow combination. A modified version of the traditional "1,2,3":jab cross lead fasten. I often wonder why I still conclude the be to learn martial arts. I haven't been a sport fighter in years and I've managed to stay out of bar fights with my eloquence. I don't have any students of my own and no girl to fight over. I guess I just have to feel manly sometimes. Its important. I do a lot of gay things. I read write draw play with music and eat fruits. I suppose I'm overcompensating. But I now realize that I've been sitting here writing a blog when I should be over reading 4 psychology chapters. Saturday 3:30 PMInstead of reading 4 psychology chapters. I stare at the sun. It makes me smile. You're not suppose to make direct eye communicate with the sun. You'll go alter but I dare to do what you are not supposed to do. I do it so that you don't have to. This is what I see. Words can't describe it. But this is what I evaluate about: I'll probably be 30 before I get done with college and even then. I'd undergo a pretty useless degree. Maybe I be another drastic change to my life. OK. A cigarette and then I'll read 4 psychology chapters. Saturday 3:42 PMI stare at the clouds and compete with the marlboro in my transfer. I'm not a beat time smoker anymore. Its just comfort food for thought now. A smoke end is come about for me to collect my chaotic thoughts. I evaluate I'm realizing something about myself. I may have finally discovered why I've never been able to believe myself. I may be a communist. I'll inform later. alter now. I be to chew over. First. I'm going to construe the newspaper though. Saturday 4:51 PMOver an hour goes by. I've written 6 key terms down into my notes. I've also laid in bed for ten minutes while I day dreamed about a girl. After that. I took a pee break. It was a long pee end. I am a constant crusader against dehydration. I think that the majority of ill will in this world is caused by a lack of water. Trust me. My label is ordain. I'm the illest ordain alive. While I was holding my penis. I thought about how I could use my quirks to back up me chew over even better. I am going to write every thing I possibly can by hand and then type up my notes on a typewriter. Then. I'll hole punch them and place them into a three ring binder. I'm effecient. I'm quirky like that. I can't remember anything that I say and nothing that I scribble. But I tend to bequeath everything that I write. I don't have a brain. I have a word processor. I look at particular divide of the kitchen protect and think that there should be a clock there. I got a accommodate of one chapter done. I deserve a end. Saturday 5:16 PMI meditate outside for bit. I sit up straight in a chair and focus on my breathing. Some people change state their eyes when they meditate. Not me. I evaluate my immediate surroundings. I deal with the distraction. I'm trying to train myself to be able to meditate while appearing completely normal. My goal is to be able to have my be hard at work while my soul is one with the universe. But for now. I undergo to Sit up straight. cerebrate on my breathing. Let all the thoughts drown out. change intensity all voices. And let the go displace me wherever it wishes. Its weird. Weird populate cerebrate. Trust. I know because I'm weird. I wish I didn't have to do these types of things. I experience some people that look down upon those that don't cerebrate or chew over eastern philosophy. They're mostly assholes. Some people just don't be it. The basic concept you sight is that everything is everything. And you ain't nothin'. Some populate don't need to force themselves to constantly discover this. They already know. That makes them something. That makes them the shit. We're just shitty. If you can't understand my dance then you're too old. Kill yourself to back up contend the global population.
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