Friday, February 5, 2010

i'm going to grow gloriously fat. i remember the women in paintings hanging from the walls of the Louvre and Orsay, all white flesh and dimples, the epitome of beauty.
the sensation of being fat gives me a sense of satisfaction, almost sweet. i feel contented, well-fed, placidly happy.
do i have a perverse nature? or maybe my serotonin system is shot since i seem to have no control over my sleeping and eating habits.