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i have to say something about charlie sheen.
here's the thing. before the man's unravelling i never actually like him. his show i find mildly amusing in so far as i appreciate when celebrities are self-reflexive and hyperbolic verisons of themselves.
now i actually empathize with charles in so far as i have been charlie sheen manic crazy. yes i have.
mania, for the bystanders, is exciting for the first 48 hours, amusing stretching beyond 72 hours but by the 8th day everyone is now dumbfounded wondering when you will die, sleep, stop.
and no fucking way does a manic wants to admit they are sick. no fucking way do they want to stop, slow down, end. no fucking way do they want meds and "normal."
there i no doubt in me, not a molecule of doubt that charlie sheen will make meaning out of "bipolar"; bring more understanding to the term i hear thrown around an awful lot.
can you imagine what it's like inside charlie's head? i know some of you know exactly what it's like. i do. i have precise detailed knowledge. no exageration. i have spoken in rhyme and spewed secret codes. my brain firing powpow pow pow pow pow.
this shit IS brilliant.
one speed? yep. go. genius? yes.
the poetry, fermented and rotting words dripping lazy effortless shiny out of the mouth of blinking danger danger madness star. sheen, darling, you're just too much...
i appreciate that sheen is the one in the public eye going through this. why? because he can be our sacrificial lamb. we can even pretend he was never an arrogant misogynistic douchebag and let him stand for mania. it will be a cautionary tale.
i know there are other celebrities who are out of the psychopathological closet; carrie fisher, patty duke, margaret trudeau. none of those fine women have the caliber of the sheen machine.
sizzling. losing. bye!
what if when people saw sheen's corner or read a tweet they reacted like they were seeing the news reporter suffer a stroke like migraine on camera. what's wrong with him? we'd all gasp. if it were all so clearly a sickness rather than sick madness.
don't worry if you hate him, he will drown on his tiger blood.
shine on you crazy fucker you. shine on charlie so that you may burn out spectacularly. go!
here's the thing. before the man's unravelling i never actually like him. his show i find mildly amusing in so far as i appreciate when celebrities are self-reflexive and hyperbolic verisons of themselves.
now i actually empathize with charles in so far as i have been charlie sheen manic crazy. yes i have.
mania, for the bystanders, is exciting for the first 48 hours, amusing stretching beyond 72 hours but by the 8th day everyone is now dumbfounded wondering when you will die, sleep, stop.
and no fucking way does a manic wants to admit they are sick. no fucking way do they want to stop, slow down, end. no fucking way do they want meds and "normal."
there i no doubt in me, not a molecule of doubt that charlie sheen will make meaning out of "bipolar"; bring more understanding to the term i hear thrown around an awful lot.
can you imagine what it's like inside charlie's head? i know some of you know exactly what it's like. i do. i have precise detailed knowledge. no exageration. i have spoken in rhyme and spewed secret codes. my brain firing powpow pow pow pow pow.
this shit IS brilliant.
one speed? yep. go. genius? yes.
the poetry, fermented and rotting words dripping lazy effortless shiny out of the mouth of blinking danger danger madness star. sheen, darling, you're just too much...
i appreciate that sheen is the one in the public eye going through this. why? because he can be our sacrificial lamb. we can even pretend he was never an arrogant misogynistic douchebag and let him stand for mania. it will be a cautionary tale.
i know there are other celebrities who are out of the psychopathological closet; carrie fisher, patty duke, margaret trudeau. none of those fine women have the caliber of the sheen machine.
sizzling. losing. bye!
what if when people saw sheen's corner or read a tweet they reacted like they were seeing the news reporter suffer a stroke like migraine on camera. what's wrong with him? we'd all gasp. if it were all so clearly a sickness rather than sick madness.
don't worry if you hate him, he will drown on his tiger blood.
shine on you crazy fucker you. shine on charlie so that you may burn out spectacularly. go!