What's on my table? fresh milk. Skyflakes crackers. pen. mechanical pencil. papers.
What's beneath my table?
dog. dog food. unpaired slippers. cold floor. dust.
What's inside my room? ( aside from those mentioned above)
lost soul. computer set. telephone. cabinet. hopeless case of "the asymmetrical mountain of photocopied articles that nobody wanted yet they are preserved"( for sentimental purpose perhaps. i DOUBT that)
What does my room look like?
chaotic. catastrophic.
What's inside my human anatomy?
growling hypothalamus (which is now satisfied by the food intake.) , healthy liver, healthy lungs and other internal organs apart from the brain, unhealthy state of mind, dysfunctional central nervous system
What does my human anatomy look like on the outside view?
a coalition of the most diabolic forces of her nature: halitosis, hell-like hair, skin itches, stinking feet
What will i write?
about the dog and her current state of consciousness. anarchy.
I'm getting weaker. Boredom is rapidly contaminating my system. It'll defeat me soon. sooner than i thought. NOW! Grrrr! no! no! no... i need an antidote!.. the antidote of life...me and the whole troop of my system including the calluses won't be defeated!!! graarrr! ! ! to the glory of my body! fight boredom!!!
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