I am, you know, an ordinary person (Chapter 12)

Hi there. I am an ordinary person. The fact that I have 2 nose holes, 1 mouth, 2 ears, 2 eyes doesn't make me special. Same goes to my 2 hands and 2 legs. Connected with calcium-built joints (and cartilage too) I am able to move my limbs and transport my body around, freely. Isn't that ordinary? I guessed you won't appreciate that,too. You know what, I don't feel responsible towards my body. It is free, as I declared. Given by my parents, ( which in fact a product of lust and accidentally will ) I can feel the waves of freedom lurking deep in my blood vein. Oh...It is fantastic. I can command my limbs as my wish. I can do what what I loves to do with it. I control it! See? How swift I can to break the glasses with a toss of hand? Look at this! I can lay in the middle of the road in the middle of the night so that cars will trample my brains and all the contents in my body will splat out like those unlucky rodents scattered along the road, stinking with rots and flies' hunger. I can ride on the fast-moving motorbike and crush into the brick wall. Isn't that impact makes me feel wonderful? Extreme acts will leads to destruction, but then, aren't those masterpiece were outcomes of bold emotions and peaks of expressing ones thoughts? Oh, thats' commit suicide, you replied ( and careful in tone not to BOLD my emotions,too ) So? I will remained speechless and go to bed. Good night. Me in the mirror.