Criticality. Shortness. Science.
Criticality is instigated by a second messenger cascade that
modulates autocrine signaling. As one binds to another, they can be absorbed by
the other and poison them from the inside out. Alternatively they may maintain
detached on the surface and indirectly imbue the other with self-doubt which
reacts with defense mechanisms to form a compensating shell that slowly
desensitizes and degrades the receptivity of the cold motionless surface. The
main effects are accounted for by the mirrored coding of their actions.
Homeokinesis, managing the untidy foldings and structure with the energy of
another. Eventually they will be broken
down and reduced to tarnished metaphors of themselves, microscopic, inanimate,
diagrams of their souls.
To be cold is to forget heat, to be hot is to forget
cold.
Palindromes.
For approximately fifteen minutes everyday for five days
then for 30-45 minutes on subsequent days in a rhythmic lunar cycle until the
peak days there is a shield that will lower itself over the eyes. Something
about my honesty makes me taste like lipstick and the iron in my blood.
I am constantly in a
state of presentation because I am striving for a presentation.
Should I be so surprised when I support barely heartedly day
after day neuroscience which I love for only two reasons:
I know how it can be improved upon, and it makes me feel
like I haven’t been that brain damage in high school because I’m capable of
understanding my brain damage in high school.
I do not want to compensate for my dazed flachelent attention
span; self medicated with hallucinogens,
masters degrees, and phone numbers.
That leaves me alone, uneducated, and sober.
Motives are what we make them. This is why LSD is an extremely important
drug.
Subjectivity is part of an external reality. Sweat lodges are a crucial component of
realistic and empathetic self reflection.
Self help books are the devil. Because they externalize the
struggle.
I am not a self help book. I am not a self help book. Just chant that three times, and you can
truly be yourself.
I am constantly in a state of presentation because I am
striving for a presentation.
The writers mind drifts between the page and her readers,
drifts to their awareness of his wonderings, and then finally admits them and
falters beneath her own egocentric diologue, holding on to his sanity by the
string of assurance that self awareness grants her.
I am striving for being in the being of being.
Seeing everymoment in every other moment.
People hallucnagens and exploratory journeys through the
history of abstraction and molecular wonder.
That’s just not what happens though. I sit down and look at flash cards and the
information slowly siddles into my mind.
I weep. I weep. I weep.
I was happy that time I exercised.
Now my sentencenes just keep getting shorter.
The I me my more numerous.
The melancholy satire more convoluted and reflective of a
generation that could find the middle of nowhere on their GPS.
Hypocracy is inevitable.
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