Too complicated to fix.
The feel good assignments are too complicated to fix. I get shown things in my blindness.
What sort of essay writing style is that? Two sentences that don’t seemingly have anything to do with each other. I am not blind since prima facie I can type, yet the blindness would be apparent to modern Neolithics. That’s what we all are, some sort of primitive home sapiens, not quite Yeti yet unable to unsee what we have seen. My closed eye sight is sort of what imagination and day dreams used to be without this constant connective tissue between minds. It’s like an impression of an impressionist painting. Having said that, I will disclose what voices, that I could hear through my partial deafness, suggested. If you find the conversation unbearably light of reality, I won’t hold it against you.
There is something called quantum entanglement between particles. What happens to me happens to you sort of thing if we were particles. All day I had gone without even a stirring of an erection. I live in a college area with people who dress in skimpy outfits and my mind desires while my body does not. If that makes any sense. Last night finally I got the glow, the radiance, and whatever else you call wood. And then someone took someone else on a tour of what was happening. They showed a map, first of America and then the rest of the world. ***CLASSIFY POST***
Apparently my wood and vibes that resembled “feeling better” resulted in similar entangled vibes in other parts of the world where bases and other classified locations are. Apparently I am the link that makes you feel better or worse. The problem as it was explained to me, is they can’t come up with arrangements where “I” feel good. If my mind desires, my penis doesn’t feel anything is only an example. My blindness and partial deafness is also only an example. My feeling sick in my stomach is also more examples. People are located in different parts of me and it’s too complicated to fix. No one apparently can agree on seating assignments. And therefore… I struggle….although I am a lot better now… I used to be suicidal every night.
I have gotten used to the idea of having no choice, no volition, no control over my timeline. Anyway, over the years, I have complained many different times, this isn’t a complaint as much as a “can’t we all just sort of … find seating arrangements that make me feel okay?” After I was shown the map, there was a sudden evacuation from my left inner thigh. Whoever was there must have seen and was horrified or was shown the exit. Surely they couldn’t be held responsible for making or not making people feel indifferent the world over. For many people having their mind and penis do opposite things would be torturous, for me it’s just another day.
