padding hypnosis is kinky in a way i don't like. i'm happy with my head so i guess that means i'm happy with what i've chosen to block. the only information i'd want to retrieve from my subconscious mind is everything i once consciously self-censored. i would then compile this in an alternative anonymous diary so i could compare how much i've actually grown to how much i'd like to think i've grown-- thus confirming how empty and yet prolific my time on this planet has been. ----- i might be working somewhere that should interest me for other reasons than its coffee room i am possessed by the splendor and beauty of the coffee room which has french windows (a wall window, my nursery room had them before saddam stole it...and murdered my neighbors and generally raped the country--should be angry for other reasons than the french windows) they overlook one of my favorite neighborhoods in cairo besides this it also has 3 out of the 4 necessities i require for a comfy space plant life if this place were attached to a clean bathroom i would live in the office ----- things you don't know about my bedroom: elizabeth taylor smirks down at me from the wall every night and every morning the clay head bottle stopper dangling on a string is hollow, but i don't know what to hide in there yet my ac can cool or heat specific sections, but i don't know how to command it to because the remote hates me. my ac has a remote. i have an ac. |