Sunday, April 19, 2009

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

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