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the discourse of this year ha been one of buildings and buildings and buildings. my heart rate is exceptionally high, i believe, and we’re all out of yogurt. i hate days like this, when my parents are at habitat for humanity and i am at home learning about how pyruvate functions in glycolysis. that is a lie. i love learning about this, but i ate too much blue cheese so now i cannot focus. my brain is full paralleled to my stomach; no learning can happen with a full brain no learning can happen with a full stomach. i my mouth has olives in it and i want it to stop. foooood contamination.
i flip through the pages of my textbook. knowing what is new on each page, learning only what i can consume on an empty stomach, and utilizing this knowledge in my own ego. there is nothing substantial in life but the perception of knowledge and a greater understanding. i take notes with my right hand and drink water with my left. i know too much about biology to not do this. i know too much about filling and emptying. some people do not know what a lipid is. i will not go to school tomorrow. my stomach is full. i cannot learn anything more tonight. compulsion is a dangerous outlet.
there are cracks in the door of the house we own
we need new dog leashes so that my hands are not muddy when i jog
falling from the ceiling are moths whose lives once revolved around the false perception of sunlight in our kitchen
it’s funny to think about humanity
