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bjbjD Entry 1: My recent run-ins with warted dogs have led to a need for new organization.
Thus, this journal now exists. School isn t really difficult, as much as it is time-consuming.
Mathematics homework generally takes one to two hours for full completion. Literature
class requires not just raw work, but interpretation, which complicates the task of time allotment.
That is to say, the time necessary to comprehend written language is significantly less predictable
than that necessary to, for example, find a solution for a question of mechanical physics.
Yes, there is an element of interpretation in a mathematical scenario, but this is really
more of a search for the carved out path that leads to a specific thought. Precise time
allotment is essential, especially given my condition. The trick is to provide a cushion
for the less predictable subjects. Memorization is a relatively straightforward activity,
but a frustratingly slow one. I think that memorization should be immediate and permanent.
By that I mean that I cannot understand why my eye cannot operate like a eletonic scanner.
So disappointing it is when reality clashes with common logic, and that is why time allotment
is so important. Dream 1: Jan is for your empress question three quartz quarter cup
camel cane question can? He is not your cap d wonder. These rengres are no hurt. This
is the thirteen-year-old boy you saw once at the football field. He smiles and qaaafrth
these turyths. Something about your mother- Scattered dark creases. Remember her? Oh,
of course, this is what that means. Brig down aaaaaaaaaaaaa. Six thoughts for your shiny
pennif. This is her af approximation. No, that not. Not that again you, renct. Bleviel,
she said, I don t know what to think. So much blood to, wonder about. And what that down
apply ? Her cape dresses boys for licks yum yum. s imagine this dark corridor that is,
despite appearance, quite comfortable, warm, and familiar. As our comfort and wrap increases,
we ll move forward, deeper into the corridor and farther into a place of desirable warmth
and hard pressure. Tightroping the act of precisely adjusting sleep patterns to create
the illusion of Antireality. Tightropers exist in a sensational and interpretive vacuum and
can plan outcomes before making choices. The science behind tightroping relies on the belief
that Reality is the majority state, and dream, or Nonreality, is the minority state. Tightropers
achieve Antireality by balancing states to the most miniscule measurement of time. The
act of tightroping is considered nearly impossible and incredibly physically warring. Most successful
tightropers rely on medication to remain consistently Antireal. Special chemicals to assist tightropers
exist only against Reality. Real vs. Nonreal vs. Antireal Real: Sam looks out his living
room window. He, expectedly, sees his backyard, which lies beyond his living room window.
In his backyard, he sees a young boy, who he does not expect to see. Nonreal: Sam looks
out his living room window. He sees a throat and understands that it belongs to his aunt.
He falls down the throat and lands in a viscous fluid, which he understands to be the melted
alphabet. Antireal: Sam desires living and room window but not lack of and. Sam wants
feeling full thoughts, and deports said suggestion. Sam misses his backyard, but missing causes
rumblings, just the way he wanted. He eats his future for lunch. An Old Saying: You are
only as old as your mother is born. Entry 8: Today I found some shattered glass in a
paper bag in my front yard. I pictured someone holding a bottle in the bag, finishing in
front of my house, throwing the bottle to the sidewalk, and smashing it at the heel
of his/her footwear. I realized, however, that this narrative is but one possibility.
I imagine an old man who collects glass bottles. He lines shelves with them. His obsession
with collecting and organizing leads to a life of painful loneliness. One day his most
precious bottle falls off the shelf, with no apparent cause. It breaks on the floor.
Furious with this betrayal, the man shatters every bottle in his house. He is free. He
decides to teach the world what took him so long to learn. He places the fragments in
paper bags, and delivers the bags to select houses across the globe. This story is, of
course, extremely improbable, but if it is, in fact, true, the bag and its contents are
of enormous value. I will therefore store the bag with all my other improbable valuables:
nutcracker, letter to Jerimuel, light bulb painted pink, Japanese candy wrapper, and
two quarters glued together. Statistics (91): Percentages that add up to 112: 84% - Girls
22% - Europe 3% - Cancer 2% - Psychology 1% - Pittsburgh 1% - Dreams Religion: I believe
enough not to believe. Were I to worship something, which I do NOT, I would worship the sliver
of underwear that appears from time to time just above the waist of the pants of the student
sitting in front of me in certain classes. God, people seem to know just about everything
about. He s not very enigmatic, really. And without mystery, there isn t suspense, and
without suspense, there isn t power. The underwear sliver is a porthole to a magical dimension
of infinite pleasure and spectacle to which I do not possess the key. The Desert: I am
here, I suppose, to interact with this so-called figure in red. Yes, this being does dress
in a red cloak, with nothing visible inside it, but is this characteristic the most notable?
I do consider myself far from a shallow person. [a yipping sound, like that made by a small,
angry dog], it says. I greet you the same as any other, I say. [yipping] And of what
fortune do you speak? Telling without showing is surely as bad as drowning without wasting.
A cloaked arm points to nothing. [yip yip] I see nothing. [more aggressive yipping] I
obey and see a blurred black form. To what end is it? You ve asked but not told. I am
a saint for all that is to come. To you ware what I ve to be? The figure is gone and next
the desert. A confession: s be perfectly honest. We ve all killed it. These questions go unsought
for all the right descriptions. Before numbers were unvented, before threes were trees, these
containers knew our ultimate harsh. This isn t such a balloon, I quest, but today these
discrepancies undermine belittlement entirely. Generality hardens force, but my own direction
decides budget. I won t understate my actions nor grease my coalition. This sin is not what
all trained forgotten. Coins say what chains sway, and my trenches don t unearth greater
deeds than her corset. Beneficial as it may be, we ve done away with it in the most brutal
manner imaginable. If that is a crime, let me be crucified like the little boy from which
I ve looked. For this, I confess. Dream 29: Too young, said gotten force, to belate this
underneath. hurt[s]! cries unknowingly separating my creation from its Master. I want this springs
of light to make it home, but my dog is there all ready. Sincerely, Deterioration. Entry
16: I can t sleep when I want to, but I don t know when I ve been sleeping when I don
t. My condition was once my greatest enemy, then my best friend, now something in between.
Like all relationships, I suppose, things complicate, and ultimately there s a lot of
bloodshed and hand-drawn hot dogs. Why can t I sleep? Are you out? The tightropers teach
me new things all the time. This one snaps my consciousness in a way that does not tingle
like the others. I depart from this convention with a notably grimmer disposition. I am now
even more conflicted. These things are like Trojan horses, and I do not want them, let
alone depend on them. But I cannot sleep. Dream 84: The best! The greatest! Return!
Return! Welcome back, Douglas, says The Host. Glad to be here. APPLAUSE. h>sK h>sK gd>sK
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