I feel adamant about other people. I realized, all my urges, all I desire is this calm, tranquil place near the lake. His may it be not.
"...an egzodynamic's thoughts are rapid, said in haste, preceded by an impulse. If not jot down while saying 'em out loud, then lost n forgotten for ever"- after my sociology PhD let me make such introduction to my utterance. Yes, exactly this sort, this level-utterance- is my creation of thoughts compared to the masters, the geeks. It goes up through painful one-word stage, then there's the two-word episode and so on n so up we go. My feet n lower lip sore. I set the aim for the lg-computing successors to achieve: invent such a definitely portable device for human race which would record all the dis- n appearing in the cortex thoughts n strays and consequently us, human, will be able to present 'em. No erroneous assertion retrospective needed. To behold the stream of consciousness. I'll end up with another night cap for an imperturbable sleep. It'll give me the mysterious [fancy GBteam pronunciation] token to dreams - a Chromeo-mixed getraxt. [Aww, whattaa fab neologism, blend n clip in one!-am gorgeous!]. You never know when you get cold, get your own tibia shoot down. You scratch some wordies on a scrap; so chaotic that you loose the order. The sexiest you look when you don't know it. Just to put a widely known phrase in a bunch of simple n plain words. Me? I don't know anything. I feel... Yes, I do. But sometimes it disrupts me. I'm not vain, it's just the insatiable feminine greed n well...vanity itself. I like to watch myself. I like to watch my body. All the shapes n curves. I almost worship it. Certainly I wish, I had known all that lies behind, the reason of all those ridiculous, jealous sneaks, green-eyed monster's peeks, almost rude-edged behaviour. So I decided to take the floor. I mesmerise you, make you curious of me. I only need some time solely for myself to develop, to rummage about - n the trap is being self-induced. You know when everybody is asleep, it's silence that rules, it's all that can be heard. I enjoy admiring myself. I feel beautiful.
die Stadt dreht ab, schreit nach Wind, man ist platt wenn man draußen Zeit verbringt, alle Frauen halb nackt im tighten String, wenigstens ein Fuck von dem ich begeistert bin, ich hab Fieber, lieg auf’m Rücken, ich brauch Waffen für ’n Krieg gegen Mücken, ich halluzinier, hab trockene Lippen und träum von Schneeflocken und Skihütten. Meine Stadt hat Fieber, sie tropft und klebt, wir haben schwere Glieder, der Kopf tut weh, wir sind wie ’n alter Hund der grad noch steht, wir ham’s verzockt, verbockt, der Doktor kommt zu spät! Ich gehe vor die Tür, es ist sehr heiß, vielleicht bin ich morgen nicht mehr da, wer weiß
