Nov 22, 2006 14:56
Limbic cortex on…
I've become captivated by the anatomy of a silhouette and torn by the complexity of water. Fixated on the electrons ejected into the computer screen, I am disturbed at the arrangement. Fuck the colors but more importantly fuck this fixation. With her legs wide open she is filthy in the center. Opaque… no wait grayscale. Decision to proceed with an emergency tracheotomy suspended due to left shift of … fuck.
Standing on the yellow lines of a busy street I am watching as the three thousand pound machines come within inches of hurling my body how ever many yards away on the horizontal axis of my post. This is me trusting everybody. This is me trusting the public with my life. People on the sidelines cheering me on… no wait they are yelling at me to come back where reality is… the sidewalk.
Q: a 66 kilogram human being (A) is hit by a 1361 kilogram machine operated by 72 kilogram layman. Subject A is launched with an initial velocity of 12 m/s at an angle of 28 degrees above the horizontal. Determine the time of flight and peak height subject A experiences before his heart stops.
Orchestrated masterpiece all tied in a music box… what a façade. Forceful incision made on the anterior lateral DISTAL region of the ulna most superficial layer… three centimeters deep. Eject your contents radial artery.
This entry is about being stupid… it's about being afraid to project.
Limbic cortex off…