I am saddened that I have already swallowed. The pecan is gone.
The texture is rough and reminds me of human skin, like ball sacks, and/or when I bit my cuticles off my fingers and swallow them, which I secretly really enjoy.
GOOD TIME. What is good time? What is bad time?
People like to have parties to celebrate good things that happen to them in their lives, or sometimes they just have parties because they feel like hosting a social gathering. Sometimes parties evolve autonomously.
I don’t remember when I learned to sit in a chair, per say. My spine was probably strong enough to hold up my weight when I was eight months old. I have a lot of experience sitting on chairs.
He said there are many similarities between Go and organic chemistry. I didn’t really know what he meant– about bonds trying to be stable. I guessed there were some mathematical rules, evident in nature, which were far beyond my comprehension.
The more I learn about neuroscience the more I resent my cultural upbringing.
I stood there paused, meditative, alone, wondering about the people who fantasize about killing themselves so much that they actually apply pressure to the trigger.
“Do you have a history of mental illness?”
I understood the impulse of young men; to spread their seed and leave, and I accepted this with curious passivity, assuming that I too wanted nothing more.