Kill Kuato

Monday, December 04, 3:54 PM – marco

got back from an outside “ghost float” a g.f. because I am moving at about 4 feet per 30 seconds. Sounds spin me around, creening for the location of the airplane, or the bird, no sound location. so the sound of a loud truck pulling out of its driveway about 50 yrds away sounds like its going to run me over, but you dont know where its at, so I startle and try not to fall over as I spin atound looking for the oncoming truck.

I havent walked with my mom since I was very young.

Since my other senses are becoming more sensitive-even smell-it can be overwhelming.

My moms child dog is a bernese mountain dog, ( ya talks to it and stuff like a human)- large, passed gas in the TV room last night-it was so bad I thought my mom would have to put a stick in my mouth to not bite my toungle like somone having an epileptic seizure. I later told her that having the dog in the house is not “conducive to my healing”.

before I forget, this is the brace I had my head in for over 6.5 hrs. looks comfortable eh?

head mount used at SBI to allow robot arm to kill kuato

I can still feel the “woodpress” clamp indentations in my head.

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