乃尺丹⼯れ 刀丹爪丹ムモ?

Yesterday, I took a blow to the head.
How came the shoe to be air-born, I can not tell in right. The essence remains; Or rather, what remains is without essence: my brain shattered? Perhaps splicéd in deux?
Lately, which of the two, I know not, having been of late, a dead minded fool, not of two which I know.
Half of me is missing; my left side, I presume...well, that is the two my hearing just went optimal. What the hell was that?
Haha, my neck is sore.

匚尺丹乙ㄚ ち卄⼯匕. モ卄?

Now my brain feels cleaved it half.

The sad part is, the only organ I care for is the brain--the others are just intermediate goods, good for nothing but sustaining it.

What a pity, and my hearing too?
The only sense I could care for.

If I were to lose my senses, I would rather lose these:
1st- Lose my Sense of Taste- Taste is a trivial matter, devised by the gods and their buddies; the sugar pushing corporations; to only confound the mind into thinking that what is good for you is not, and what will give you diabetes is good. I would not miss much without my sense of taste-- and without my tongue having any predilection towards any evil--say Nutella--and no bias against salad and high-fiber cereal-- I'd probably gain a few years, and loose a few pounds. Now, I'm not advocating the loss of taste-- I suppose it would be tragic not to be able to salivate over a piece of foil-wrapped death every so often-- but that would only be a small scale catastrophe.

Whereas, if I were to lose my second least important sense: 2nd- my sense of smell-- some harm could come of the mild solace one must have knowing that; the next time your one of thirteen year old brother's compatriots leaves you something to remember him by, when you were intending to take a shower, on a hot summer's day--; you needn't remember a thing. The down side I mention, of course, being on the off-chance that one of those violent half-pints does manage to make something that would effectively destroy all enemy units; you could walk in there, oblivious to this odious invention, and would unknowingly have walked into a deathtrap, and you would likely asphyxiate on the fumes.

The next sense I'd loose would be that of tactile awareness---to some extent my 3rd choice would be lovely, even now; my head hurts after having come into contact with a heavy projectile just yesterday, I itch all over from my house's bone-dry air, and so much more; all of that would no longer be a problem. To lose my sense of touch would certainly be a determent to my health, at least on a superficial level-- perhaps even putting me at risk for infection; but it isn't high on my priorities, when placed beside the last two senses I'd part with.

The 4th sense I would part with would be my vision; this would be tragic-- no reading, no seeing, no describing the colors, or the shapes, and lights-- this would probably destroy me.

The 5th, however, would be my hearing-- who's inevitable loss saddens and frightens me intensely. I have very acute hearing-- this I suppose makes me hard to live with; and despite the fact that my super-hearing makes me an incredibly light sleeper, and pains me whenever there is noise; often perceived as moderately loud by other people; to which I have been subjected-- I still love my hearing. My hearing is the medium through which one soul flows into me-- via the magic of music. My ability to hear those notes in there, that other people have to strain to detect; that is my love. It is not about a talent, or a smug "Do you hear what I hear?... Didn't think so!", it isn't even a talent; it's a gift; but it's not about being gifted, or lucky, or special, or different; hell if I had it my way, other people would not be able to destroy my precious hearing on a daily basis. I am greedy about my hearing, I cherish it. I snap at those who yell in my ears-- and when people are doing that unutterably loud construction outside my window, when I am hoping to be able to hear the music I love until the day I die, I could kill! I love my hearing, because it is the divine medium through which music is transferred; I keep my speakers on low volume, to reduce the risk of the musical equivalent to STD's--hearing loss that comes from enjoying your loud music with too much of that wave generating passion. I love my life only when I am surrounded by music-- which speaks to me in ways that are impossible to convey through words-- it shows me pictures that are impossible to create in the minimalistic color pallet provided by the human spectrum of vision. I can't hardly bring myself to imagine that this privilege of hearing is so very temporary granted; a privilege of youth that is so prematurely snatched in old age.

Anyway, my ADHD has taken down another road; and with Finals Week looming like an impenetrable cloud of sulfurous shit crystals and CO2; I've haven't the time to see where it leads me, so it's time to backtrack again, and do what I am supposed to be doing.

Pretty sure I failed the Geometry Final-- which nearly destroyed my vision in those late study hours-- which was the reason for my long blogging hiatus; and speaking of Failure, I'd better do my homework now. Otherwise, I might end up failing every class, and that would be a bummer.
I'm being paranoid about brain damage-- just another form of work avoidance; it's probably just a tension headache and sore shoulders.

Let's forget it happened, and see if I still feel like I've had a hemorrhage after my work is all done.