tonight i FEEL immortal

Junior was FEELing incredibly sick. He was not physically sick although he would have told you he was. He could not help but FEELing sick. He could not stop thinking about how his beautiful curvaceous teacher was the same woman whose eyes he had seen just before he was in a car accident. Junior was FEELing homesick. He knew there was no way that he could possibly get home, because his home was in his professors eyes and there was no way he could possibly achieve getting her to think of him in a romantic way much less think of him in any way at all. She probably did not even remember him, or so he thought. Junior was love and home sick and just sick of it all. UGHHHH! Junior was hold up in his dorm room thinking about how bad his life was. He had not moved for hours. Finally he decided that it was the appropriate time for him to move so he slowly lifted his achey arm up to grab the bag of Doritos conveniently placed a short five inches away from where his hand lay on the bed. He proceeded to move only his fingers a small portion of his arm and and his jaw for the next three hours. Junior was very upset his situation, not because he had some false notion of true love or fairy tales or any of  that nonsense. At least that is what he told himself. He was so mad and he finally figured it out. He was mad because he finally was FEELing. For much of high school and middle school for that matter, he was not depressed or happy or mad or excited. He just was. He had no feelINGS. Junior was upset because the one set of eyes that made him finally FEEL something after so many years of him being in a state of somnambulism were an unattainable goal. He decided he must get her to notice him some how because he felt at minimum he needed to get her in his life outside of school somehow. He would do this by studying and impressing her with his thoughtful and insightful answers. After reading Walter Benjamin's "The Work of Art in the Age of Mechanical Reproduction" Junior could feel nothing again for it had him questioning every single piece of art he had ever enjoyed and this questioning and curiosity led to frustration which led to his eventual return to being numb. There was only one way that Junior knew how to do this. He sparked up his remedy and took in a few deep breaths, five minutes later he was out the door headed to the bar down the street. Here he would drink away his numbness to find something, what that was he did not know. He drank and drank and drank and drank. Then he drank a little more. He Fell. 

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