CP

Ebbinghaus, Wiener, Turing, Bertalanffy, Chomsky, Piaget, Tolman, Kohler, Hebb, Marr, Miller, Neisser

What are you chasing, Sarah?

Quad erat demonstrandum

The feeling of ( ) was so pervasive that it even overrode the instinct for ( )
And as you bowed your forehead never touched the floor
And you are waiting for that one moment when the ( ) you never heard
and all the things you ( ) come back
to haunt you
And now you remain a sealed envelope.
And of course nobody knows of all these words the letters inside contain.
And you will say nothing because wasting words is a waste of time.
And no one understands the disease that slowly spreads upwards, rot to the brain.

I should be feeling something but I feel nothing

Should be studying you bloody idiot

Still dark. Pull on shoes, mind set, you are a machine. Roll out of bed and straight onto the road and then it's just you and the sky and the darkness and the gravel sparkling under your feet like a million stars. No bird; the occasional dog barking in the distance but nothing disturbs this infinite silence, this all-encompassing freedom. You are shut out from the rest of the world in your moving brackets, a moment in time encapsulated forever. Wind on your face and you love it even though you hate wind but today for some reason it's different, the challenge is exhilarating, you're flying, no thoughts, nothing. Just emptiness and yet this incomprehensible satiation that you never want to question and that you never want to lose. This is what it means like being close to God. Only you and the sky and the road and Him and you want to cry with the sheer beauty of it, the sheer simplicity of this dance, one-two-one-two rhythm. Heart pounds. Hair in face. Sweat in the crook of the elbow. Everything is perfect. You will never tire.

Motion.

Round the same corner and you know every house by its smells and the exact sounds of the people only now starting to wake up. Every minute is precisely timed. The darkness is dissipating and then you see it, every morning it never fails to amaze you, those colours in the sky. Slowly. And the loud voice of the muazzin reverberating in your ear as you pass the mosque, and your feet follow those praises to God. Each a song, a poem in its own right. You want to live with this melody. You want to die with it.

Faster.

The day cannot begin if this doesn't happen. It's the starting point, the initiator, the origin from which everything else spawns. You are giving birth to beauty, frail thing. Fragile, and perfect. A sparrow in the wind.



(WHILE EVERYONE ELSE IS GETTING READY FOR SCHOOL MUAHAHAHA I AM A SKIVER)

Piece of Advice (Pt. II)

Nucleophilic substitution of halogenated benzene derivatives is even better than the rate expression.
And the interaction of p-electrons on chlorine with delocalised pi bonds never disappointed anyone.

And if your legs say no, then you just have to agree with them. Ultimately the legs become more dominant than the heart even though both are tired now. Pushing is impossible once you have reached the limit (except for me). But today was a reality check. I need a slap. And a hammer to pound ( ). I cannot move. Always ( ) on ( ). Then hard ( ). And all the while the sweat of blood. the beads of tears always on the fringes. Gone down ( ) now. Losing ( ) is bloody affecting everything. 6km becomes a chore. I hate ( ). Outline of a skeleton. And then always punishing. And always wanting smallness, childness. For fucking what? You stupid crazy bitch. Fucking 10 year old. Just smash your face into the cupboard. You're so smart, and yet you're so damn stupid. Wake up and smell the roses I told you ages ago. Now you're only smelling dog shit. Stupid bloody dog in neighbour's house should be shot. Why all these fragments. Why all this anger. Microsatellites. Minisatellites. Making you like this. Light, like a sparrow but a sparrow is fragile and that is something you're not.

Yah

Break glass
Done it once already
Fist into mirror
Blood on knuckles

Priya asks hard questions.. Lol

Attention!

J'aime gagner par un mile ! (ou deux)

J'habite dans un monde duquel je ne pense jamais échapper
Le poids, lourd sur mon coeur
Sans cesse

Piece of Advice

Don't have sex
Have French Roast

Life = faeces

You always spoil everything.
Why taint the morning?
It ruins the whole day.
And then you sit there like a stupid fuck.
Learning nothing
Seeing nothing

Story:
Girl is on a drip
Girl eats apple
One little apple
Girl starts running laps around the ward
No not me
But I know her too well


...Slide...


touchbodyhateyouskinsweatgoawaybreatheperfectlyfuckingflawed

Mad World - Gary Jules (sang by Lambert)

All around me are familiar faces
Worn out places
Worn out faces

Bright and early for the daily races
Going nowhere
Going nowhere

Their tears are filling up their glasses
No expression
No expression

Hide my head
I want to drown my sorrows
No tomorrow
No tomorrow

And I find it kind of funny
I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you
I find it hard to take
When people run in circles it's a very
Very
Mad world
Mad world

Children waiting for the day they feel good
Happy Birthday
Happy Birthday

And they feel the way that every child should
Sit and listen
Sit and listen

Went to school and I was very nervous
No one knew me
No one knew me

Hello teacher
Tell me what's my lesson
Look right through me
Look right through me

And I find it kind of funny
I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you
I find it hard to take
When people run in circles it's a very
Very
Mad world
Mad world
Enlargen your world
Mad World

Hate

Stupid b- wtf is wrong with you