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Merely, I have a few skills left, and no brain. Please don't read innuendo there. I'm fucking being plagued by innuendo at the moment. I'm like a thick as shit, I'm not wise anymore and don't see the whole picture. I'm not THINKING before I do things and this perjoritively slow brain is embarresing; since my retirement from the music business my 'intellect' has been the epicentre of my personality, [Albert Camus > an intellectual is someone who's mind watches itself. Now, that is something that's worth saying]. It's all I can do to distract and entertain students who talk to my friend AC who looks like a samuri who is a rasta who was raised as a nordic sheppard and misses it, and has brown hair. I tell the students who can't hear Alex about my sister and watch them get horny.

I am an insect and an old man combined. I use ecolocation to navigate, like a moth, and I do most of my calculations and observations with my anntena. My mind is like a pane of glass in the morning (ref. Jonathan Safran Foer). Would I be the first Prime Minister with a personality disorder? Therein are two questions; thereon another.

I hate being 19. I hated being 18.

I leave tomorrow. Or, if the payment has already been made, I leave next month.