dead brain cells and counting

in a years time, i have produced hundreds of brain trash and not so much of an important stuff, published for a good imaginary show that would tickle my palate (well, that's for my part)
yes, everyones got their own story to tell. probably, even the so called crying hours and the screaming dramas everyone did encounter. they may seem so pathetic but yet, all we need is just to look at them as if they a comic.

tryiong to laugh it all out, the present me--- now trying tyo rise from the embers of depression. i may have fooled people for my pretensions of contentment and happiness. everybody has their own way of defining it. mines a little more complicated in that matter. a fusion of two independt bodies would just lead to another chaos if forced together.
welll.... but at least, my make believe of pretenions has been so effective.. a reality covered with candies --- fanatsy.

this BOG- a home for my weird thoughts and dreams. with which i humbly present to the audience of virtuality, i've come to love more. i may not be leaving it entirely for every one of us. but at least, this makes a mark for us to move on. no, i will not and will never leave this. which as a matter of fact, i regarded so highly--- a treasure.
this has been my little neverland.

an indefinite leave. no spparent reason, whatsoever. its a foolishness to mark myself without really nothing behind it. i just needed a big break. because i've known my priorities and continue to build whatever dreams i had put in mind.
i just needed a break... a big one.
a rehabilitation for my slow brain. seems like it has reached his optimal learning. asymptote.... or i have reached the advance stage of the overlearning. and no more conncetions are being made. whatever.
indeed, i'm eaten up by a idled force. and i long again to write. with power. once again to move or twitch even just a single soul.
i've got the so called reinforced thinking because of thsi....
um...

yet, my reinforcer has long been gone....
this is my doom, but little by lttle, got the hang of it though.

----needing some stimulations -- could either be a shock or some conditioned neutral stimuli----

aprils fool

with avrils baby headbanging, i dont see why such people would flock to the concert area and give her a try...did simple plan stuck themselves up?
i guess they did. funny. nobody said a word after their visit?
or was it a visit? stoopid past time.

note: NOT an avid listener of music.. any genre.

tsk... o wel, just giving in to the demands of some old band felllas, dont have time to speak up?
well, at least i do.
got my computer crashed by the way...
fuck