My backbone has literally disintegrated from surfing the internet for, well, six hours. Six hours?? SIX FAGGING HOURS??!! That would've been equivalent to two days of school! Parently been absent the whole day cos I wasn't able to wake up this morning from dreaming about, no, not dreaming silly, can't even remember what I dreamt of so prolly I was just spacefaring away in the infinite confines (wtf oxymoron) of the void of my dreams. VOID = NOTHINGNESS = OBLIVION = haggling over ineffable (ineffable, hm, interesting; it's like saying "unfuckable".o_0 Reminds me, I've forever been bugged over the bloody forking grammatical utility of apostrophes. RIGHT. My quaquaversal eyes have already processed millions, perhaps billions of words my entire life and yet I have not the slightest innuendo of the use of apostrophes. The Question: do you write the punctuation mark--such as a comma or a period or an inundation of screaming bolded exclamation points--inside or outside of the "quotation marks"? Or rather, "quotation marks?") so where was I? Drat. The streams of consciousness have diverged towards a forked path and took the road less travelled--the void. Back to the void, ah yes. What was I yakking about the void?

HELL. My vocabulary is dwindling into the size of a peanut. I haven't read a book in a MONTH thus apparently sapping my bibulous mental lexicon storage into a brobdingnagian warehouse with but a mote of a platypus' brain inside. Imagine the Louvre, no, imagine something GARGANTUAN and SPACIOUS (hang on there, I'm exhuming a kilobit of a simile) like, say, Manny Pacquiao's mansion and hurl all the furniture, the paintings, the utility fixtures, pipelines, gadgets, and other paraphernalia out the balcony, then make bakbak all the stairs and columns and everything else unnecessary leaving but the walls untouched then place a tiny baby ant in there and that'd be my brain in the void of my skull. A WTFKNGCRAAAAAAPY imagery, but so effing huwat, go to hell.

I am going to DIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.X0 I swear all those shoolwork and papers and presentations and bullsheeeeeeeeet I swear I am digging my own grave towards the other side of the planet.XP HARGHHH. And tangina, may exam ako sa Thursday at Friday at Saturday and I'm not even doing anything about it, not a wink, not a lift of a finger, not a sulyap on my lecture notes, not a bloody joule of effort for the furtherance of my future BECAUSE I am TAMAD.X0 WHY?? Because I am pathologically addicted to SURFING with the mouse as my surfboard and the internet as my supertemporal ocean.XP GAAGGHHH. When will I ever be normal?? Shall I have to be a geek for life I would have to devote myself into the disintegration of cyberkinetiks.XP What does that mean--_cyberkinetics_? What in the world of Dante is that?? Educated guess: cyber: virtual; kinetics: kujalens, fukinenam. HAHAHAHA. Bloofy duck. Only I can understand myself.XD Why, of course I can understand myself because nobody can decrypt the complicated sinuous matrix of my psychoses. Then again cyberkinetics can be analyzed (like dude, ANAL.XD Analyze the word analyze and you get the morphology of the process, the "becoming", (again, the apostrophe: where the hell do I put that three-pixel hooker?o_0) of the word ANAL. And what is anal? Why, anal is the reflection of the voluble whippersnapper yours truly! Wherefore I am anal expulsive, you as the reader are anal retentive since I produce shit and you receive shit--it's a two way process bastardization and communication in cyberkinetics. AND back to cyberkinetics...XP) so cyberkinetics can be ANALyzed by defining the etymology of say, cyberspace and human kinetics. Cyberspace is the superhighway of electronic communication while human kinetics is the study of human body's anatomy in silly recreational activities such as sports and wellness and fitness and all those huballaboo vindicating anorexia and bigorexia. HENCE cyberkinetics is the electronic superhighway of the human anatomy. Am I even right?o_0 Apparently there is no such word.XP Let's try it another way around. Cyberkintics' etymology can be broken into these: cyber + kin + net + tics.

cyber = virtual
kin = relationship
net = community
tics = bloodsuckers

Figgering over the given root words above we can therefore conclude that cyberkinetics is the virtual relationship of a community of bloodsuckers otherwise known as VAMPIRES. Virtual vampires, that; we suck the blood that runs through the systematic binary cerebration of the quasispace. FUCK. Don't tell me I'm not making any sense here because I am the fart of all knowledge combined.XP

Before I say good night--WHAT?? I'm hitting the sack? But I have to before I fail to materialize at our 8am community service tomorrow. (Persona A: WHAT! Community service! You are altruistically serving the abjected destitutes of the country! Persona B: Why of course! I need to bolster my charisma for I am running for President on 2406, four hundred years from now when I shall have to be immortally deified!XP) So before I say good night and gag myself to sleep, I want to greet my dad down there in the netherworld: (say, how should I greet the deceased?o_0) HAPPY THIRD [death] ANNIVERSARY. Hope you're happy wherever you are right now, dad. Cos I'm happy where I am too.:D Ah, what a blessed child.

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