Easily Distracte…. I’m Hungry

This hunger has gotten rather bad (much like this monologue [I like cheese]). It is making me feel very weak, very tired, and very hungry (the one-two-three punch of fatigue [which came first, the bird or the hollow bone?]). I feel like I’m getting better at ignoring the feeling of hunger (and the feeling of reality [gorillas have very human-like faces]), but I don’t think I can attribute it all to my own will power (what about won’t power [what about the children!?]). I think I’m just getting very distracted (and gaunt [rock candy can break your teeth]).

When you have a bug bite, it can get very annoying (the same applies to siblings [Indiana Jones hated snakes]). When you have two bug bites, the annoyance is through the roof (the same applies to siblings [his father hated rats]). The weird thing is when you get tons of bug bites, only a few of them annoy you at a time (the same applies to siblings [Indiana Jones chose wisely]). This is because our brains really can only process a finite number of things at a time (A very singly minded Terrabyte processer [Driving on the wrong side of the road on an abandoned road is harmless, but illegal, that’s odd]). It can store those things in memory so that you are aware of the fact that you’re feeling pain in multiple places, but usually that pain is only there some of the time since you’re attuning your attention elsewhere (like parentheses[hockey pucks!]).

Pain, anger, joy, sorrow (sex [humming birds are crazy cool])… all of these things can only have one focus at a time (except sex [visual arts mean nothing to the blind]). And yet our attention bounces through all of them, or multiple aspects of them, constantly, non-stop, like a city train (except it doesn’t smell like pee [next stop, rage!… wait, continuity?]). If they didn’t… that would be even worse (but it still wouldn’t smell like pee [I wonder if the romans had white-out]). People who feel lots of anxiety can’t help but think about these things. They constantly chew it again and again, like a cow (a cow that chews emotions [more mosquitos means more bats]). They ruminate until they’ve no longer can identify the original though, and it’s just raw emotion [emotional cud sounds disgusting [what is the oddest thing that has ever saved a person’s life?]). It’s enough to make a person go mad (or to a rehab clinic [The political medium hasn’t change how strange the advertising is]).

In that way this hunger is actually a relief (rolaids spells hunger [ponies are only different from horses in size]). Instead of being forced to think (much harder than being forced to not thing [bang]) only of my broken thumb, or this bloody struggle, I’m given other things to worry about, to feel, and to try to avoid. It keeps my mind busy while my body’s becoming steadily less so. Yes, I should be thankful for my afflicted hunger (and water fountains [curling is odd]). Now, amidst all my pains, I feel joy! How amazing distraction is (and water fountains [I’m breaking the 4th wall to say hi to everyone!])!