here we go again

I think this is one case where censorship is ok.

How I imagine Xenurias inner monologue...

what the christ was that

also:

close...In my mind most of the discourse comes from various crystals. they harmonize and resonate in a grandiose discourse of sounds and wavelengths. I call them the singing rocks of autism.

They spin, change shape, sing, and sometimes to express a point they change color although color is kind of hard to see up their.

Oh..


And when I am in alot of pain like when I got elbowed in the rib cage or when I had a stomach virus I see rapidly changing pulsating green numbers in my head. They seem to indicate various forms of pain and suffering. There is a different number of rows and columns depending on the level and location of pain.



So yes I am quite mad.

There is a fine line between genius and insanity... I straddle that line every day, sometimes I put more pressure on one foot then the other. This explains the variability of sophistication and intellectualism of my expressions.

fine line between being dumb and not being dumb