#!@$%^&*^&$UI^*!

In a totally fucked up world, you can bet American Horror Story: Asylum is as normal as you can get. As a matter of fact, I will watch an episode after writing my brain out! Nobody would ever want to be in this chaos that is worse than the lives of Greek gods and goddesses up there in Olympus. Hell, this is even worse than Philippine politics! 

Never bite off more than you can chew. I didn't ask for this. Well, a part of me actually did and I don't know if that little guy inside me is satisfied at the moment or just as flipped out as I am. As much as I want to divulge, or 'brain fart' as my blog title has creatively (?) suggests, I can not. Would not. Should not. Yes, the very rare moments that I keep my mouth shut. Shut as it can get. Lips sealing as much as I can, borrowing from the words of the speech therapist that reported an IDA case this morning. Brain's flying and jumping around trying to take everything in. Poor Brain. I hope I can do something to help you process so much information. The complexity. The intricateness. The shroud of mystery. And most of all, the 'what the fuck?!' factor involved in all of this. 

Brainwashing myself won't be any good at this point in time. Deeply seated portions of my brain have taken unconscious interest in these nuggets of information and wouldn't let go of them. I really don't know why. I must sleep. Or watch something fucked up.