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v. tense 2day. My pal Mister Eden, whom I've known on th Internet for over a year but will be meeting for th first time this Saturday in New York City, advised me 2 relax me batty. Well, not me, specifically, but all of us. Unclench down there, he said. For health reasons. Th stress levels of people in modern post-industrialized nations or whatever they're called is artificially high. Artificially, because what have we really got 2 worry about, relative to peoples in loser nations who is being wiped out by tidal waves of unprotected dirty sex, ethnic wars, water? WE'RE RICH AND OUR WAY OF LIFE WON. Fuck these Islamic extremists, they're blowing shit up because they know they lost a long time ago, and no one want 2 go 2 their party because their girls won't put out, th only way they get laid is in Heaven, meanwhile th ladies of th Great Satan is practically raping th men--p00nan 2 th right of them, p00nan 2 th left of them, p00nan in front of them Volleyed and thunder'd ... AND yet ... this stress business ...
Harvey Pekar retired early from his job due to crippling panic attacks he suddenly began to suffer every morning, that he could not explain. He was a file clerk. It were th same job he'd been @ for 30 years; he musta knowed it like he knowed his own skin. AND DEN he couldn't? People told me I was a different person after I quit th lobbying firm. I loved my boss, but he was mean. One day, while typing up a Powerpoint presentation describing my boss's victory over Pearl Jam in th Pearl Jam v. Ticketmaster Congressional hearings--I'd jest typed th phrase "mosh pit of legal culpability" (!)--an electric pain shot up from my right hand straight 2 my right shoulder and back down again.
Don't tense you tight man anus, said Mister Eden, or something like that. Had I been tensing it, and my shoulders, and my hands, for years? When typing and hyper, I want nothing more than 2 keep going, keep typing, keep talking. Now, a lot of th time, it's 2 fingers, and enforced breaks, standing up and flapping my wings. Fuck w/ th flow, said my good friend Andy.
For days after th Pearl Jam incident, I favoured my left arm. It's been nearly 6 years. Now my left arm's th zame as my right. In my back muscles, cartoon battles am being waged between muscle cells and
other muscle cells. I'm trying 2C th clouds of dust that always accompany cartoon battles, and trying 2 hear a call-and-response ditty being sung by th opposed anthropomorphized armies. This is my relaxation technique.
Harvey Pekar retired early from his job due to crippling panic attacks he suddenly began to suffer every morning, that he could not explain. He was a file clerk. It were th same job he'd been @ for 30 years; he musta knowed it like he knowed his own skin. AND DEN he couldn't? People told me I was a different person after I quit th lobbying firm. I loved my boss, but he was mean. One day, while typing up a Powerpoint presentation describing my boss's victory over Pearl Jam in th Pearl Jam v. Ticketmaster Congressional hearings--I'd jest typed th phrase "mosh pit of legal culpability" (!)--an electric pain shot up from my right hand straight 2 my right shoulder and back down again.
Don't tense you tight man anus, said Mister Eden, or something like that. Had I been tensing it, and my shoulders, and my hands, for years? When typing and hyper, I want nothing more than 2 keep going, keep typing, keep talking. Now, a lot of th time, it's 2 fingers, and enforced breaks, standing up and flapping my wings. Fuck w/ th flow, said my good friend Andy.
For days after th Pearl Jam incident, I favoured my left arm. It's been nearly 6 years. Now my left arm's th zame as my right. In my back muscles, cartoon battles am being waged between muscle cells and
other muscle cells. I'm trying 2C th clouds of dust that always accompany cartoon battles, and trying 2 hear a call-and-response ditty being sung by th opposed anthropomorphized armies. This is my relaxation technique.