i’m in r▒▒▒▒ park. i excused myself from advanced ekg reading because i’m obviously totally completely uninterested in anything relating to medicine at this point.

fuck allopathic medicine. living in this world of opposites, i’m so over it. no more opposition. stop trying to treat things with their opposites. yes, i will die on this little tiny hill, because anthills are major, and in every tiny hill there is something really huge and massive underneath, and well-connected, and etc.

i hate being in this park because of the vanity. currently this pale woman is taking pictures of herself as she walks. i suppose she thought she was out of eyeshot of any observers, but indeed she was well within eyeshot of me, and i saw her perverseness with my own two eyes. i saw it, and now here she goes, continuing walking.

all these people in the park taking pictures and videos of the cherry blossom trees, it’s giving mental illness. it’s giving severe, uncontrolled, neurotic mental illness. it’s waste of human life is what it is. all these people on their jogs, and they’re stopping to take pictures of the flowers on the trees. i suppose i can’t judge them, and i can understand their impulse, cuz it’s that same impulse toward beauty which made me sit among the trees.

there’s a bird perched on a red metal trash cylinder that looks like a pokemon. the bird, i mean. it looks like swellow, with its big little tail. it looks like a tiny swellow. a little swellow, and not a taillow, because the tail is the main thing—the tail, and how big it is.