Oh blogger. How long since I've used you. I think I need to think. and not at a person. but typing seems to help. I'm beginning to think that I've been soft in a way that is unnatural for me.
I think the truth is that I don't care about nostalgia or exploring my feelings. What I really want to know is how much nostalgia has to do with the chemicals in my brain. If some day we will go into smoothie stores and can inject our kiwi juice with one shot of protein, one shot of iron and a double shot of Italy-flavored nostalgia.
A thought from a website; http://www.exitart.org/site/pub/about/mission.html "The first exhibition in this series was Paradise Now: Picturing the Genetic Revolution (2000), which provoked widespread discussion about genetic research and bioengineering in the cultural community, and brought a new scientific audience into Exit Art."
I suspect that all of my feelings are really just a series of chemicals. A complete illusion made of tromp-le-tete instead of tromp l'oil. I've spelled that incorrectly but I'm not sure that I can bring myself to care. Perhaps I will edit it out later but I rather doubt it.
My chemicals are unbalanced and I feel just a little bit dizzy sitting on the 6th floor of a building whose name I cannot pronounce.
My heartbeat is fast. good thing nothing about emotion has anything to do with my heart rate. just too much espresso.
Fuck kisses. What I need is espresso.
"I need to have my meds adjusted"
on I go.
I think I need everything except romance.
It'll be tough finding music for that state of being.
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