We Can Die or Fall in Love (Or Off a Motorized Scooter)
Lately I’ve been feeling as though I’ve lost control of my subjective reality. I find myself becoming more and more withdrawn the further out I push, insular in an extroverted sort of way. Pardon me if any of that is oblique. I can’t control this runaway bullet train that is me.
Today was awfully stretched out, from the sleep-deprived panicking rush to deposit my film paper, and my lit lecture (all my lectures are now full of me, distracted, making proofs of theorems I’m making up. Today I proved (PvQ)^~(P^Q)←→~(P←→Q). I even drew up a truth table to make sure it was a tautology and would qualify as a theorem.) Then laundry (I can begin only wearing the same clothes again,) and jamming with friends (I’m quite fond of the cowbell.) Chicken and Beavis and Butthead Do America, brief party, now home, to lick my wounds. And you’re up to speed in this whirlwind merry-go-round existence I lead.
Today while running to class I saw a dropped business card for an optical company, on the back it reads “God is Dead.” Not a surprise to me, I had a similar conversation once with a fellow named Friedrich. We got pissed drunk in Leipzig, one misty January in 1869, and he screeched at the sky that we have no morals, and threw his bottle towards the moon. It crashed and shattered, and we heard a thud of something large hitting the ground.
I argued before Nietzsche. No, Nietzsche argued before me. He argued about 120 years before me.
Here is the sign that I’ve lost my mind (“Have lost? Haven’t you already?” you might say, and I can’t think of a snappy comeback, so fuck you): I’ll be collecting scraps of paper and presenting them to you with an annotated guide of my “theories.” How the Jews for Jesus pamphlet connects in an intricate spider’s dance with the Intro Econ notes of one Phineas Q. Bartleby. (I now wish to meet Phineas Q. Bartleby, he would probably be the kind of person one could call a “smashing good chap” if there ever was one.)
I feel like I need some new CDs and bands to get into. Any suggestions?
Today was awfully stretched out, from the sleep-deprived panicking rush to deposit my film paper, and my lit lecture (all my lectures are now full of me, distracted, making proofs of theorems I’m making up. Today I proved (PvQ)^~(P^Q)←→~(P←→Q). I even drew up a truth table to make sure it was a tautology and would qualify as a theorem.) Then laundry (I can begin only wearing the same clothes again,) and jamming with friends (I’m quite fond of the cowbell.) Chicken and Beavis and Butthead Do America, brief party, now home, to lick my wounds. And you’re up to speed in this whirlwind merry-go-round existence I lead.
Today while running to class I saw a dropped business card for an optical company, on the back it reads “God is Dead.” Not a surprise to me, I had a similar conversation once with a fellow named Friedrich. We got pissed drunk in Leipzig, one misty January in 1869, and he screeched at the sky that we have no morals, and threw his bottle towards the moon. It crashed and shattered, and we heard a thud of something large hitting the ground.
I argued before Nietzsche. No, Nietzsche argued before me. He argued about 120 years before me.
Here is the sign that I’ve lost my mind (“Have lost? Haven’t you already?” you might say, and I can’t think of a snappy comeback, so fuck you): I’ll be collecting scraps of paper and presenting them to you with an annotated guide of my “theories.” How the Jews for Jesus pamphlet connects in an intricate spider’s dance with the Intro Econ notes of one Phineas Q. Bartleby. (I now wish to meet Phineas Q. Bartleby, he would probably be the kind of person one could call a “smashing good chap” if there ever was one.)
I feel like I need some new CDs and bands to get into. Any suggestions?