I wouldn't let my heartbeat bother me, it's more a fear of embarrassment or creating a disturbance in astronomy. A rational/irrational dichotomy, I'm trembling with excitement and awareness in my uneasy psychology. Any number divided by zero is infinity, so why the undefined? Only thing I don't know is the murderer of Kennedy, I'm not exactly an antonym of divinity, but only fools and hypocrites wanna add politics and offices to the Trinity. When challenges are gone, I spin webs of nonsense, and build and build until I have rope and use it to catch new friends, my basement is a mess, mainly because it's filled with limestone, and we didn't build a door because it's a South Floridian home. I've been crowned the Smoothie King by the Land of Shaven Ice, the suckers, they have no idea that my secret weapon is love, and a blender, I was exiled to the forest of fires and lived for ten days, and was readmitted when I came back with a cup of water, so kill me, I've got unlimited lives, cause ever since I was little I've had a GameShark embedded in my spine, I can also walk through walls and I have unlimited ammo, except the walls are psychological, and my ammo is deadly insults. Take me to your leader, I'll convince them to suicide, and earn the throne just to cast your entire lifestyle to the wayside, take me to your woman, I'll convince her for every day you were together there's another reason she should cut ties with you forever. Take me to your child, I'll convince them that the smoke coming from your ears when you try to think is more cancerous than a Black & Mild, take me to your house, I'll need a place to stay for when your ego explodes into a shower of sorbet. I must have done something humongous, the stares and thoughts I generate in public are both plentiful and pained, and I hate the word plentiful, it makes my mouth feel vulnerable to the shells of people whose ideal is to fornicate in the rain and I try not to use repetition, I hate it, to the point of calling relatives ignorant and leaving them in the heaven-sent-and-missed cardboard box, along with natural disasters and homeless with something to say, or the fact that the most common bird of the city is gray, or the fact that all true artists leave their house in total disarray, and I don't like it, I dress myself in wooden jewelry and talk to myself in a language I created just to convince the population that I'm psychic. Never to hear the under-the-beeline laughter is my shower head, all it ever did was cry on my shoulder, I'm starting to think that it was molested, I tried to save its suicidal life but its heart slowly gave up and slept from all the pain medication it ingested. So don't be like me kids, don't try to repress your sexual urges for the sake of humanity's ever-shrinking decency, and biggest of all, don't let your level of paranoia not correlate with what you've done or heard in the local news recently.