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soia I have been sitting here trying to figure out this stupid problem for hours when the people who this really mattered to probably just plugged some numbers into some equations. I am convinced that I have been getting less intelligent every day since the middle of december, and I can't figure out why. My mind constantly feels like it's stuck in this fog. Headaches day after day. Frustrated mess. 010130
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soia AAARGHHHHHHHHHHHH
fuck physics
fuck manure/N/crop yield/ecology
fuck school
fuck my brain, body, and having been born
(I'll be okay again if I ever figure this out)
(life is comedic)
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j_???? sleep eat eggs take walks read books (in that order) 010130
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pilgrim When my wife and I were still dating, we took a trip together. While riding along the side roads in a rural part of Florida, we stopped at a Tack and Feed Store.
We went inside where there were a couple of people talking about their horses, injuries, Vets, ect, while we walked around looking at Buggy Whips and such. We Eventually picked out a nice medium Riding Crop. When we paid for it, the cashier and the customers all looked at us without saying anything, but You could tell they knew we didn't own any Horses!
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soia it was such a small thing, such a small misinterpretation, that wrecked me for hours
i discovered that the way to wake up my mind is to sit out in the sun
if only i could plant my feet and begin to photosynthesize
but then, poor students would have to analyze the amount of nitrogen I take up
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soia you living breathing cannibal of an animal
I let you consume my poisonous doubt
watch you on the artificial screen
with screaming wind gently blowing
my lungs are capacitated but my ribs protest
long to touch the skin of your belly
watch you may you know but stay indifferent
it's the movement of your mammalian hand
wishing feeling its host in my own
eyes wondersome, fingernails accentuated
I am frustrated at the prospect of annoying a neighbor
not because he reciprocates, but he is us
the collective cesspool of rough diamonds
this image grainily taunts me
I see the second of inspiration in your eyes
you'll think you have it but you'll let down
I love you
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