My names Brian. I got diagnosed with glasses and asthma in the third grade. My education after that is spotty at best.
I respect my body, keep records.
I dont have external motion, smell or touch in my dreams. Control equals start/change/stop. I'm not concious in my dreams. I've got a viewpoint (my own) of color, not much else. To sum it up a few words: trapped, can't leave, foreverness, hold this.
Self: perfect communication is mathematics. Two way communication is Joe asks Ed what he think about (blank) and Joe responds "yes" and that their (blank).
Destroying energy is acknowledging something in the physical universe and then giving it no time and space. Matter includes energy for the format MEST: matter, energy, time, space.
metallicy taste in the back of my throat
karma 12845
that is communication also ie. putting something metal in your mouth.
As far as smells go but I'd like a feel when you go swimming two-month-old infant while tripping on some acid
blanketing is putting two bodies together and seeing what, if any sexual charge you get off it.
I live in Oswego new york. My parents are C f potter and K s burger. I went to schools in the central new york area.
I would include instructions on how to critizise, but I'm not going to. My dream is to lay around
comfortably with no clothes on and under the influence of drugs that my Probation Officer cant detect.