Prove to me that YOU are not a robot!

Even if I show no emotion, or pretend I don't care about some things, I know I'm human.
I don't follow the same algorithms or same logic much.
I sometimes forget to brush my teeth.
I find myself at 2 in the morning reading a silly fantasy novel.
I don't follow a few social norms.
I find math enjoyable
I learn.
I seldom see things the same way twice.
I misinterpret other's souls...
I'm not afraid to forgive.
I am not afraid to care.
I try my best to show my true self to those who look for it.

But.

I sometimes wonder if others are human....

Are you human?

You seem flawless...
You seem perfect.
Any mistake you make
seems to be a part of your programming, an illusion,
only to make it seem you are human.
I see fake smiles.
false determination
fake undetermination.
fake stupidity
mindless words.
memes.
popularity.
sheep.
assumptions.
creativity that always seems to be the same.
 I see People who won't look me in the eyes in the hallways.
Are you hiding problems or machines?
Is being a machine a problem?

My brain is a prison.

I don't know how you feel.

I cannot see through your eyes.

I wish I could connect with you  like a robot.

But for now I must guess.

Well, the world is ending so why do a blog?

Why should I do a blog tonight instead of enjoying my last moments?
The Red moon is supposed to kill us all tonight.
I could be reading a good book right now.
or sleeping.
perhaps praying,
or actually looking at the moon that will destroy me.
But nope, I'm writing a blog about being too lazy to write a blog.
Sigh
Writing in the silence of a room once bursting in laughter.
In the hot air that makes me yawn.
Yawn
Perhaps I know for fact that that I won't die.
maybe my instincts scoff at the red moon of doom.
I could die tonight... but I probably won't.
That's probably why I wrote this blog.
yep.
that's it.

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Behold my creativity.

בסופו של היום, אתה תוהה מה המילים האלה אומרת. הם שונים. הם תוהו ובוהו. הם לא ניתן לקרוא, הם יצירתיים, אבל רק אם אתה באמת יכול לקרוא את מה שאמר. אני יכול להיות מעליב אותך, אני יכול לעשות לך משהו. אם אתה יכול לקרוא את זה אז תודה Google לתרגם, זה סוג.

זה יצירתי לך, אבל אלה אנשים שמדברים אזרביג'אן רואים את זה כחבורה של מילות רגילות.

מה הוא כאוס לזבוב הוא נורמלי לעכביש.

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For the longest time
I thought that untitled
was actually
united
I thought that all those papers I wrote
were in a guild that would someday foretell my downfall
How correct I was.

Crayons back Me Give

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latterday mermaid.

(:):;:()P:;)(

I tried to sing, but no vibration came,

I tried to spout witty banter yet no sound came.

As if cursed by an insane hippo which... wich? Ah, witch, that hated me. 

I became sick as the almost exactly Sadies dance started.

(and am still sick)

My throat felt like it had been pierced by arrows then drenched in lemon juice.

The dust only made it worse as my vocal chords got clogged.

My voice abandoned me.

I have become the latter day ("little") Mermaid.

I decided to roll with it.

Meaning I stopped talking.

My Date must have thought me very strange.

During the slow songs, Instead of talking, I attempted to speak with only my face, I exaggerated the dancing until the dancing made talking difficult. My date returned the gesture, but in a more confused fashion.

My date asked me how I was, and I did a wee jig.

My date asked me what colour my toothbrush is and I pointed to somebody s shirt.

My group asked me if I was insane and I gave them a insane look.

It was either unbelievably creepy or just plain strange.

I thought about telling her about my curse, but I was way too far in to back out.

The only way out was forward.

But then friends of mine kept popping up trying to talk to me.

I attempted to talk to them with my face but it was too dark.

So I just started dancing.

It was the was a fun date, but it was akward.

Soooo incredibly  awwwkward.

And hilarious.

time travel

I travel now. Not over land nor through the sea. I am not in the air. But I travel time. One second for every second. I can only travel forward. Looking backward only distracts me from looking forward, and looking forward stops me from enjoying the experience of now. I must constantly look forward for the decisions I must to make, while looking back for the knowledge that I need to make them, and I have only a shaky understanding of where I am now.
Time moves so fast that life seems a blur; days turn into months, months into weeks, weeks into years. I can hardly keep track of time.

I would like to take this moment for all of us to slow down.                     Relax.              And perhaps take a nap, because virtually everyone I know is sleep deprived.               And after that wonderful nap, as the dregs of drowsiness fade.     Think inwardly.     "Who am I?"      "Where did I come from"      "Where am I going?"        "why don't I sleep more?"   "I need sleep"  "Why am I still reading this blog?".  "oh yeah... the GIFs so it has to be good."