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color me blind
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A female member of the homo sapiens species
(warm-blooded, omnivorous, currently alive) Diet includes walrus diarrhea, preserved portions of man-made worms cooked in boiling water and the outermost layer of flesh of eggs that have been incubated, raised, beheaded, plucked and fried in oil. Extremely unpredictable, high-five on sight. tagboard
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I went to this durian farm that belongs to one of my church members' brother. There were lots of durians, lots of mud, lots of trees, lots of rubbish, lots of dogs and cats, lots of flies, and lots of mosquitoes. Oh, how I hate mosquitoes. I have bites all over me and I can't stop scratchinggg And I just found two of them trying to leech off my elbow which already has three bites. the cheek of it. I wish I could snap my finger and incinerate them. *fwoosh!* just like that. But even so... I somehow find that I just keep blowing them away, I really do not have the heart to smash them. Even though their my enemies. ... Oh my fish burger what is happening to me? Meh, I finished my maths except for heymath. Pro, aren't I? These holidays gave me alot of time to think, and think I did, of mostly weird stuff... I remembered back when I was young, I used to want this power where I could see colored nimbuses around people that showed their feelings towards me. Red for anger, green for envy, blue for calm, black for hate, grey for neutral, yellow for scorn, etc. So that I could judge my reaction towards them. But as I grew up I did realize that this was really too good to be true, and life isn't that easy. besides, I had a feeling that knowing may be worse than not knowing. And that is probably why I find people scary. Because when they change, it doesn't show, and you have no idea what you are looking at. Or maybe it's the same for everyone, thinking that they remain the same while the world changes around them? I'm a person who dislikes change. Like people dislike earthquakes. If I change, I wouldn't have to wonder what they are. But then, I wouldn't know what I am. Just to be. But I can't know that I'm not already. I want to Fade, to become one with the background, as unimportant as a stick or a leaf. But maybe only when I am ignored will I realize how nice it is to be noticed. That's the way it always works anyway. And that is something that won't work, not ever. They change, for the better or worse, but all they've done is make themselves alien. I guess it's inevitable anyway. Friend, foe, neutral? Who knows. When will this change? When did this change? After all, all you know is what you see, and what you see is far from what you get. ... ...what. I am going insane. This is worse than horror movies. They are all around me. Waiting for the right opportunity... Clamoring for my blood... The mosquitoes. My towel and fan will not hold them for long. The only escape I have is.. THE AIR COND ROOM. *HURTLES UPSTAIRS AT ULTRASONICSUPERSPEED* ... ... Oh, I just realized there's no internet there. ... I'll get my jacket. which reminds me, my next character, Hurtleee! |