Even amid malevolence

When consumed by the contemptuously irrepressible oppression of malevolence, there will always be benevolence, however diminutive

Disclaimer: I hope to recompense my recent surge of malhereuse blogs (so sorry guys I hope you will forgive me after this). I haven't had a particularly bad day, just the abhorrence of the heat depresses me so much lol ELSA ETERNAL WINTER WOULD BE USEFUL RN. In fact, I haven't had such perpetuity of elation since georgerai informed me our sadistic form tutor is leaving at the end of this year :') so amidst the abhorrence, I wish to exemplify and captivate the essence of the recent moments - however ephemeral - that constitute benevolence:

You go to make some tea and in the vacuum of time it takes to boil, lol I will never know how long it is bc time just looses its value and it kind of slows but it doesn't feel long bc when you're lost in the midst of your mind the elongation retracts like the elasticity of the time entrapped in your mind 

Legit it must be the whistle of the water boiling bc it's just entrancing 

And then you see a cat with its contemptuous emerald green slits of eyes lock with yours and the ephemeral fear is surpassed by the inceptious nature of the feline eye 

And perhaps it reminds you of the time you saw the squirrel and a sudden moroseness acidifies in your stomach like the microdroplet of lemon juice that penetrates your eye and you cry at the futility of eyelashes bc are they not supposed to protect you from this?? I was thinking about eyes the other day and I realised they're actually a pathetic design lol my gcse DT product was more sustainable than them:  okay so there was this thing I recall reading where ostensibly, the purpose of blinking is actually 'wakeful rest'; if sufficient lubrication was it's only purpose we'd only need to blink like twice a minute.

Thus, it helps us achieve a transitory mental cleanse to refresh us of the abhorrence of our experiences. 

Then I realised: eyes are actually so poorly designed, like seriously

- the fragility of their nature requires much protection, hence eyelids. However, imagine if we lost them for like two minutes our eyeballs would fray like a shard of grass incinerated in the heat of a the sun slicing through a malevolent magnifying glass or like my split ends magnified in the sun 

- ok eyelatches: supposed to be a preventative barrier to stop things getting in the eye but oh wait 99.12% of the time if there is something in my eye it is invariably at least an eye latch. And do you know how many eyelatches I lose when I'm this stressed. But wait OMG TWOT PLIST::: (ooh triple colon this could be a new stylistic doodle convention of mine) 

What if 

Eyelatches are actually protection from our eyebrows??? And it's actually an eyebrow in our eye a fallen eyebrow who thought he could be such a smooth surreptitious serpent by sliding through the eyelashes like a sly direct message !!!

But yeah I have a hypothesis bc science: maybe as humans evolved and lost body hair as they began to clothe, there were variations in patches that stayed. And perhaps the ppl who had no eyebrows all died bc they could not convey the surreptitious or suspitchous mood when they needed it the most?? Just hypothesising wow I should be a science journalist 

Another nice thing: unparalleled boredom after another week of not even bothering to mime the notes in concert band and the teacher goes 'ok so you're all v good with short and frequent, but you can't play long and exposed' and then I thought of when the teacher told the clarinets to 'play the long D' and two people in the band laughed irrepressibly: a year 10 and 12 and you know who the year 12 was :-). On the recent occasion comprising 'long and exposed' ((what frivulous imagery could possibly be evoked by this to elicit anything remotely humorous???)) one managed to mostly suppress the laughter but par consequence, I had to basically shove the entire mouthpiece of my clarinet down my throat and curl my lips over my teeth biting so hard they probably turned yellow and although the prints may have relapsed.

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The impermanent imprints 

Perpetuates through the repressive continuum,
as the sibilant glissando of an infinite piano. 

Cute little poem about the repercussions of biting too hard on my mouthpiece xo 

So ultimately, in spite of the fact satan sacrificed his tongue and sent it straight to NTN 

Word of the blog: perpetuity 

- the state of being everlasting (basically just the ultimate form of perpetual/ perpetuating)

Oh and btw satan m8 don't waste your time in NTN again it's basically already an inextricable hellpool of sinners so just PLS allow us to dissolve in a spiralling demise and take our souls (those who still have them lol gD luck finding mine hahaha 👹)