1:44, streaming thoughtings

I’ve got plenty to do.  The kind of plenty I usually wish I had at my whim when I’m faced with the ‘nothings’.  

This room is quiet.  I’ve got all the music 75% of the world knows about(the other quarter being the ones making the music and/or with exclusive, inside opportunity’s to hear the elusive ‘unreleased’)yet I can’t find a single song that I’d like to hear in my discomfort.

Every six times i eat anything peanut related my chest gets tight and my breaths truncate and the acid from my stomach that’s not supposed to come up comes right up and I ask my myself, “why???” and it sucks.  It sucks for a long time and it sucks now.  Right now when I have shit to do and things to hear and air to breathe.

I just ate these peanut butter crackers for the 2nd time today.  The first pack, rocked.  They’re made by, Lance.  Toasty Crackers.  Now this pack, as aforementioned, ‘s given me some trouble.  By cracker two i could feel my chest getting tight and by the end of the pack I was guzzling water and it wasn’t all getting sucked in and it started seeping out of my mouth with cracker residue, down my chin, on my white shirt which I shouldn’t be wearing, making stains and tiny, sordid, cold, little, vexating, made that word up, blotches.  

The only way to catch my breath is to make myself burp, and these burps man, way acidic.  They rip my chest in half.  The acid files right up through my esophagus, which is an astounding process when considered, our bodies, well hopefully not your body, my body has seemed to’ve conquered gravity and takes my belly juices from wayyyy below and right up through my chest, in between my ever weakening lungs and into my throat which must be in the early stages of establishing holes.  

That was an odd sentence, an unusual means of expressing such a debilitation.  ”my throat must be in the early stages of establishing holes”.  

The process is probably either acid reflux or indigestion.  Both of which I am capable of treating myself.  I can choose to eat at reasonable times, at the right times(not too late), drink less, stay away from smoke/smokers, stay away from already acidic foods(which comprise my entire diet)elect to resists foods I am aware give me issues(Lance.)go easy on the soda, drink more water, easy on the tea.  And as I list my treatments I burp up another, hearty helping of saliva and acid that slowly and painfully seeps up to the horizon of my tongue and my hangy thing at the back of my thorat(ubuala?)and again, trickles down my esophagal(another made up word, I think)lining, burning, raping and pillaging, inch by inch by inch.

But i have work to do, and songs to hear and air to breathe.  This stream of conscious bullshit should be read.

By, 

-No one…

@1 year ago with 3 notes
#1:44 a.m. #stream of consciousness #ramblings #college #spilled ink #writing 
1:44, streaming thoughtings

I’ve got plenty to do.  The kind of plenty I usually wish I had at my whim when I’m faced with the ‘nothings’.  

This room is quiet.  I’ve got all the music 75% of the world knows about(the other quarter being the ones making the music and/or with exclusive, inside opportunity’s to hear the elusive ‘unreleased’)yet I can’t find a single song that I’d like to hear in my discomfort.

Every six times i eat anything peanut related my chest gets tight and my breaths truncate and the acid from my stomach that’s not supposed to come up comes right up and I ask my myself, “why???” and it sucks.  It sucks for a long time and it sucks now.  Right now when I have shit to do and things to hear and air to breathe.

I just ate these peanut butter crackers for the 2nd time today.  The first pack, rocked.  They’re made by, Lance.  Toasty Crackers.  Now this pack, as aforementioned, ‘s given me some trouble.  By cracker two i could feel my chest getting tight and by the end of the pack I was guzzling water and it wasn’t all getting sucked in and it started seeping out of my mouth with cracker residue, down my chin, on my white shirt which I shouldn’t be wearing, making stains and tiny, sordid, cold, little, vexating, made that word up, blotches.  

The only way to catch my breath is to make myself burp, and these burps man, way acidic.  They rip my chest in half.  The acid files right up through my esophagus, which is an astounding process when considered, our bodies, well hopefully not your body, my body has seemed to’ve conquered gravity and takes my belly juices from wayyyy below and right up through my chest, in between my ever weakening lungs and into my throat which must be in the early stages of establishing holes.  

That was an odd sentence, an unusual means of expressing such a debilitation.  ”my throat must be in the early stages of establishing holes”.  

The process is probably either acid reflux or indigestion.  Both of which I am capable of treating myself.  I can choose to eat at reasonable times, at the right times(not too late), drink less, stay away from smoke/smokers, stay away from already acidic foods(which comprise my entire diet)elect to resists foods I am aware give me issues(Lance.)go easy on the soda, drink more water, easy on the tea.  And as I list my treatments I burp up another, hearty helping of saliva and acid that slowly and painfully seeps up to the horizon of my tongue and my hangy thing at the back of my thorat(ubuala?)and again, trickles down my esophagal(another made up word, I think)lining, burning, raping and pillaging, inch by inch by inch.

But i have work to do, and songs to hear and air to breathe.  This stream of conscious bullshit should be read.

By, 

-No one…

1 year ago
#1:44 a.m. #stream of consciousness #ramblings #college #spilled ink #writing