Sunday, September 14, 2008

The Floater

O, squiggly line in my eye, why do you always escape beyond the periphery of my vision everytime I try to look directly at you?

Your existence possesses a mystery that brings the Milky Way to shame, and allows for it's own fairytale with a summarized moral lesson at the end.

You provide a strange satisfaction to the Curious that seek to understand your purpose and intentions.

Your presence is somewhat intriguing and mystical and fucking irritating at the same time. Sorry man.

So what is your purpose then?

I once thought you were my guardian angel, sent by God to watch over every crap I would do.
Kind of being my guiding light + being God's spy cam. But why the hell are you in the form of a disgusting looking worm?

Later, I decided that maybe you were just a parasite sucking on my cornea. Like an eye-leech or eye-tapeworm or eye-caterpillar. Then I would have to be blind by now.

So my final thoughts were that you were just an illusion. But wait! How can it be that so many people I've talked to has had the same illusion I've been having?

So I made a final finalest theory about you. I decided to term you as a 'mirage' instead of an 'illusion'. Smart aye..

I drink chicken essence everyday and have sex with the glass bottle after. That's why I'm one of the few who can initiate such theories. Such others would be Einstein, Newton, Jay-z, Bob the Builder, and a couple of not-random others.

Here is a screenshot I took of this eye-worm.

O, allegiance of my eye, where do you reside in? My iris? Pupil? Cornea? Potong Pasir? Or are you just one of my dull refracted thoughts? You being in my eye, do you see things the way I do? In its exact colours and dimensions? Do you have an eye?
It seems that you have some sort of pre-thought mobility. Like at a particular moment you decide to have an erection and stand straight up. The next moment you decide to curl up and try to touch your worm toes.
At other times you just look crippled and sad.

Also, how is it that you are able to move so fast? You know you could probably challenge a housefly to see who gets whacked dead first.
And you know, whatever it is you do or whichever kamasutra position you decide to switch to, your movements amaze me more than me being able to write a Chinese essay without using a dictionary.
Respect sia.

You know, right after I wrote all these junk, I went to search on these eye-worms. And I came across this http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Floaters.
Which kinda sucks because it totally eradicated all the mystery I used to feel about these worms. (Wikipedia you suck Ronaldinho's teeth!)
But I decided to keep this blog post anyway, just to screw with your precious time =D

Justin, 00:18