Scorched-earth Cartesianism thru a scanner darkly.
Body 'frags' brain>>>ziploc'd jungle-rotted meat>>>lysergicleansed brainpan >>>autobahn>>>D-Train. This we know macro stylee, brain w/out body = inverse xternalisation, 'nirvana' (as in 'zen' altho allusive of another famous mind-body separator) at the furthur end of the Long Strange Trip. Why nirvana bliss? Well it occured to me this morning like it does every morning, brain w/out a body hell yeah. Wake up involuntarily ("The wound healed without my consent" - Tarden in Kosinski's 'Cockpit'), fluids demand to be let out, cold-sensitive skin demands to keep fluids in. Peristalsis demands ingestion, entropising enamel demands relief, gums open up blood sluices in sympathy, gut rips holes in self noisily to counter. Neurochemicals demand cigarette, skin yellows relentlessly to impede pleasure associations. Skin has so far crushed demands for fluid freedom but now the solids have revolted as well, as if ECT'd awake by all this activity the deepdeepDNA is now demanding a violent release of sperm cells rehearsing for some cataclysm that'll never happen if my skin keeps yellowing and teeth keep disintegrating. Why does it do this to me, why!!!?
Up now, you can't fight the revolting solids. I have sunk to many depths in my life but I have never slept in my own shit. I suppose the day may come however. Look in mirror. BIG mistake. Either allow follicle intifada or risk another 20 minutes of involuntary bleeding. I hate bleeding, it's boring. Everything is very boring to me which is why I need so much nicotine. The directional capacity of the urethra is always full of surprises and the PSIs are dropping into negative integers. It is probably more hygenic to piss into a jar but then I get to see what a weird fucking color it is, not nice. The repro-hormone revolt quickly quelled by a) 'accidental' dousing of cold water everywhere, b) one look at self in mirror. Perhaps truth can conquer bio-utopianism for once?
As usual the oral, nasal and unbelievably the retinal depts. have deposited their usual garbage barge of fossilised flakes all over the facial skin. Yesterday this chick told me "You know why ppl avoid you, and why you can't get laid, and why get you hassled and arrested all the time? Cuz you've ALWAYS GOT DIRT ALL OVER YOUR FACE." So I punched her. Actually I didn't, but why can't I make a cheap, unpleasant remark about stuff like that? Comedy is about the cruelty of life. What could be more cruel and thus funnier than the condition of chickhood, bleeding & breeding and then getting battered for it too? (The 'for it' is what raises it to truly Olympian farce.) I seemingly cannot get rid of these clots of toxic residue short of auto-peelery so pre-emptive strike against migrating upper follicles second-best alt, plus after getting haircut I get really carried away and buy stickers saying "Nixon's the One" and "Silent Majority" and "Anglophone Imperium, Love it or Leave It!" Take that you fuckin' effete snobs. That felt good, yes, but why must I stop at a haircut, when I'd really like to have my skin peeled, bladder catheterised, hormones and neurotransmitters neutralised, senses blocked, limbs incapacitated, and above all be able to DRINK AS MUCH COFFEE AS I GODDAMN PLEASE WITHOUT HAVING TO TAKE A SHIT EVERY 20 MINUTES????
― dave q, Wednesday, 26 March 2003 12:31 (twenty-two years ago)
alt q: Is it optimistic or pessimistic to believe there's no future?
Well not "believe" but "live your life as if every event was its own island" and "keep any notion of 'tomorrow' (action -> reaction) a distant abstraction in the far corners of the mind" and not even establish a unified sense of self or self-identity because that would require taking into account parts of your lived and unlived life that you get bored thinking about for more than ten seconds?
― Jody Beth Rosen (Jody Beth Rosen), Wednesday, 26 March 2003 13:45 (twenty-two years ago)