'Consciousness is not simply a sensory-perceptual affair, a matter of mental imagery, as the contents of our mind would have us believe. It is deeply enmeshed with the brain mechanisms that automatically promote action readiness' - Jaak Panksepp
At the time they cut me free. I was brimming with defiance. Doctors looking down on me. Breaking every law of science.
How'd I ever end up here? A latent strain of color blindness. Then it seemed to dawn on me. Haemoglobin is the key
"My" cousins decided to show up... ugh. Why are they so fucking boring? Why do they have to smile so much? Why are they so disgustingly happy?! Make them stop discussing what the various types of weather they traveled through every single day of the way here! Why the fuck did they have to bring their stupid ass rodent-dog with them which just sits there and yelps at me? Who gives people the right to breed these demons? What right do people have to inquire upon how my summer is going? Maybe I don't celebrate the summer, has anyone ever thought about that? Racists. Someone kill me, and I will offer you my dead body as a present. Or maybe some money.