Old recovered thought processes
Male rewarded for simply being me, doing things that I enjoy, engaging in those things and only really absent-mindedly engaging, if at all, with those things I don't - this is the way life should be
All of us fighting the tiredness and the misery of our existence every day in order to live and communicate acceptably and within acceptable min-max limits
Reminders-many flavoured cocktail sick freak ashamed to be me hostages Hazlemere church house foetus fly rape quiz bouncy twig(s) kill nature
(can womankind live purely artificially?would they have to alter themselves)sssswww
Can I process pleasure and pain
without sentience? (animal ethics?)
legs waist seperated, hold up torsoless, like in dream, make things work nonetheless
Belief changes with situation. I am not damned for eternity because I am safe, in a comfortable situation..?(All is lies and pretentiousness and plastic taste in back of throat)
Band playing, image multiplies and the music and their movements converge into an abstract energy, large unstable being moving unnaturally in all directions at once while retaining one stable, changing idea. It eventually becomes more and more reminiscent of a human until it is shakily unmistakeable, and when a knife is ripped across the throat the music immediately changes and fades.
(Male-transvestite-pre-op-post-op transsexual-woman lacking feminity-feminine woman-ULTRA FEMININE FEMALE->She has a vagina that stretches down the thighs as if to overtake their length, and halfway or more up the stomach. As if you had a penis, that you enlarged about five times, stretched out into a broad circular flesh volcano, with flaccid spout, and I want to go mwah. I believe it would taste somewhat acidic, however?
(irrelevant justification)Like a very religious person uses their mind to decide what should be in their heart, or vice versa, mind decides what is in penis
YOU SAID you said what you wanted. How do you think I feel about that.
Council flat attempt at luxurious garden, poke fun at themselves using burnt out oven and scrap heap model bird
sleek dark apollonian hard glint eyes piercing through nose offset by pink flower in dark hair
The muslim women hiding everything in obscuring black cloth
I stared outta window, couldn't take in interesting words, many things interesting they're just beyond me, so I watch the birds fly, most people can appreciate that, or the anti-beauty \M/. Then read pidge's blue book bit. Related to mostly all of it, no matter what she might say in response, and I'm so glad she showed just how open her mind can get, again, by showing her optimism at the end.Your hope, your hope, I feel its steady hand, etc. Oh...and then ran straight after that to catch my brake bus, which links the hospitals and plays the radio, something similar to capital. All the drivers seem to have the same taste in music, or pretend to. Anyway, point is, I'd just read that entry, and fucking George Michael starts singing into my tender grey matter, Faster love. I didn't, but should have, repeated I love pidge like a mantra to try and drown him out, it was so graphically like she'd just been putting so beautifully. Felt like I was a throat and the world was an unidentified rotten thing from a wastebin sliding down it.And then Natalie Umbruglia whatever's new single played!! Well it's all the fucking same really isn't it. But they do all have different insidious agendas. Natalie speaks like a parent to a six year old, providing only enough information to convey the chosen effect. I am going to follow her home in my batman costume, dispose of bodyguards with a BatBomb and then take her back to the Batcave, recently refurbished to my own tastes, of course. Here, no-body would be able to hear her screams, and after the media's already forgotten about her disappearance I'll let her out, with her mind turned inside out. Beautiful. I love being in a good mood.
save money on car= cool. Make money make money money. Do you really have to look at the people chattering behind you to know what they look like? No.
This must all be recorded. Don't ask why, just state:record, repeat, state, repeat,state, repeat
Here in amer I have found silence,loneliness and true mundanity, and that in itself has shown itself to be a very necessary step for shaping me, not spectacularly but subtley
All of us fighting the tiredness and the misery of our existence every day in order to live and communicate acceptably and within acceptable min-max limits
Reminders-many flavoured cocktail sick freak ashamed to be me hostages Hazlemere church house foetus fly rape quiz bouncy twig(s) kill nature
(can womankind live purely artificially?would they have to alter themselves)sssswww
Can I process pleasure and pain
without sentience? (animal ethics?)
legs waist seperated, hold up torsoless, like in dream, make things work nonetheless
Belief changes with situation. I am not damned for eternity because I am safe, in a comfortable situation..?(All is lies and pretentiousness and plastic taste in back of throat)
Band playing, image multiplies and the music and their movements converge into an abstract energy, large unstable being moving unnaturally in all directions at once while retaining one stable, changing idea. It eventually becomes more and more reminiscent of a human until it is shakily unmistakeable, and when a knife is ripped across the throat the music immediately changes and fades.
(Male-transvestite-pre-op-post-op transsexual-woman lacking feminity-feminine woman-ULTRA FEMININE FEMALE->She has a vagina that stretches down the thighs as if to overtake their length, and halfway or more up the stomach. As if you had a penis, that you enlarged about five times, stretched out into a broad circular flesh volcano, with flaccid spout, and I want to go mwah. I believe it would taste somewhat acidic, however?
(irrelevant justification)Like a very religious person uses their mind to decide what should be in their heart, or vice versa, mind decides what is in penis
YOU SAID you said what you wanted. How do you think I feel about that.
Council flat attempt at luxurious garden, poke fun at themselves using burnt out oven and scrap heap model bird
sleek dark apollonian hard glint eyes piercing through nose offset by pink flower in dark hair
The muslim women hiding everything in obscuring black cloth
I stared outta window, couldn't take in interesting words, many things interesting they're just beyond me, so I watch the birds fly, most people can appreciate that, or the anti-beauty \M/. Then read pidge's blue book bit. Related to mostly all of it, no matter what she might say in response, and I'm so glad she showed just how open her mind can get, again, by showing her optimism at the end.Your hope, your hope, I feel its steady hand, etc. Oh...and then ran straight after that to catch my brake bus, which links the hospitals and plays the radio, something similar to capital. All the drivers seem to have the same taste in music, or pretend to. Anyway, point is, I'd just read that entry, and fucking George Michael starts singing into my tender grey matter, Faster love. I didn't, but should have, repeated I love pidge like a mantra to try and drown him out, it was so graphically like she'd just been putting so beautifully. Felt like I was a throat and the world was an unidentified rotten thing from a wastebin sliding down it.And then Natalie Umbruglia whatever's new single played!! Well it's all the fucking same really isn't it. But they do all have different insidious agendas. Natalie speaks like a parent to a six year old, providing only enough information to convey the chosen effect. I am going to follow her home in my batman costume, dispose of bodyguards with a BatBomb and then take her back to the Batcave, recently refurbished to my own tastes, of course. Here, no-body would be able to hear her screams, and after the media's already forgotten about her disappearance I'll let her out, with her mind turned inside out. Beautiful. I love being in a good mood.
save money on car= cool. Make money make money money. Do you really have to look at the people chattering behind you to know what they look like? No.
This must all be recorded. Don't ask why, just state:record, repeat, state, repeat,state, repeat
Here in amer I have found silence,loneliness and true mundanity, and that in itself has shown itself to be a very necessary step for shaping me, not spectacularly but subtley