The Experiment

Today-We've made progress.

Witness the reaction.

EUREKA!

I know why I don't like to sleep.

If I don't dream then I feel like it's a wasted sleep.

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The best thing about believing in reincarnation is that there will always be a "Better Luck Next Time."

I heard that somewhere; just don't know where.

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I still think you're beautiful.

Even after the puke.

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I recently found out that cheek samples from a human deal with the same sensation as their donor as far as fifty miles away, MEANING, a swab of cheek cells will feel fear, sadness, etc. fifty miles away from their original host, who is experiencing the original emotions.

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How is it clean air if birds shit in it?

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This is my brain

EVERY

WAKING

SECOND.

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If you would like to try to live like this, then, I feel sorry for you.

Sundial

Not happy with work, but happy where life is right now.

I need to finish my writing works before school starts, but, then, I think I could use some of them to keep me home and grounded as a break from the studying, though still concentrated.

Less than a week of freedom.

Twin Cells

A person's cell, cheek I know for sure, can feel the same emotion, and sensation as the human it was extracted from for up to fifty miles. Could this have something to do with the twin thing? Meaning, if you are a twin could this support the notion that you and your sybling share experiences without being together?

Must look into.

Hazard Bait (a 2 minute drill)

I'm not having those dreams anymore. I can wake up without disturbing the neighbors as I scream, thinking my arms are missing.

I've saved my tongue from drowning many times.

I'll live today. No one's yet taken a piss on my head.

So Good

I'm having fun again.

Forget Birthdays (a 2 minute drill)

I woke up at three a.m. and made myself some coffee. I'd been trying to sleep since eleven, but too many thoughts, and unforgiving ideas stayed my sleep. Awake was all I had known for the past couple of nights, with maybe a few blinks of slumber in between.

When I saw that woman give up her child to the M.D.S. I couldn't help but shake my head. Then, I had to smoke a joint so I could accelerate my thinking, move it beyond what I'd witnessed. But what stuck with me was that I 'd seen it all before, only from a different angle. I remember being handed over by a woman to a frightening being wearing a gas mask and leather gloves. I was so young, though, I thought I was just going to get a thorough bath, not be stuck under inspection lights, be sliced open, and analyzed like a dead cat in a classroom.

I'm still wondering, why every time I light a birthday candle my head aches, my brain boils, and my nose bleeds.