And guess what? I can't bear to imagine just how many neurones and dendrones and axons and synapses get chemically imbalanced or get killed or displaced in the process of it. The insipidity and baseness of a large cartoon snake is magnified and worsened through the deliberate motion of sacrilege of the temple of the body due to lethargy and laziness.

I mean like, seriously lor. It's like one of those graphs for introductory electronics where like one box represents 5V. I tell you man, it's probably like one cm represents 1M V and the amplitude at max. No wonder there's a twisted psyche and twisted wires that short circuit in addition to twisted logic and bad hair.

And still my years of "evolution" as a human being have lost out to the primeval species of a cold-blooded reptile. And the serpent still dares tempt me to anger, to mock me and scorn me at what it itself reminded me of. The serpent can never be trusted, and I even wonder why I reach out in curiosity to try to touch its slimy skin to get a feel of what it is like.

Actually, if you just put in a little more effort, voluntary action. -revise- brain sends message to PNS. PNS sends impulse to motor effectors and stuff, till the hand moves. -endcraprevisionwhichiprobablyget1/5forbiosectionbqn- Then you'd be a star, a shining star. A glowing star. (the heavens blaze forth the death of idiots)

So bright, so bright, that I cringe in fear of the thought.
quixoticka eulogized @ 9:53:00 pm