December 2011
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“Well life is a dream ‘cause we’re all walking in our sleep
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“But words are things, and a small drop of ink, Falling like dew, upon a thought, produces That which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think.”
-LORD BYRON, Don Juan
I am ready to be finished exams and enjoy christmas the way it should be enjoyed: with a cup of tea, and the claymation version of Rudolf the Red-Nosed Reindeer
Brain Bulimia!
My brain is a bulimic, teenage girl
It goes on a bender, consuming three large plates of World History Only to vomit it up for a few hours the following morning.
My brain is careful to get every last morsel, upset if there is a scrap hiding somewhere. Afterwards it feels a bit queasy; it did after all, suffer a bit of trauma The next day, emptied of its previous contents, my brain...
