CHOOSE YOUR OWN TRAGEDY! (Reader Participation Requested)

[mesmerisch]

Riaan stirred to the dull throb of survival. Three tiny bones in his right ear faithfully rattled out each muted thud his unremitting heart thrust through the bloody boulevards buried beneath his flesh. His languid cognizance drifted, eavesdropping on the dogged murmurings of his remains

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Re: Hey there!

[jnana]

The line between life and death is thinner than most imagine. I dare say living extremely coincides with revving up Freud's ol' Death Drive and taking it out for a joyride. But beware, Riaan's blissful inanition isn't really 'Riaan' the subject at all. The subject presupposed is merely the body, empty, absent nothingness encased in a spindly, netherwordly carcass.

Speaking from personal experience, waking up is never as easy as one might think. Even if Riaan, this death-like Buddha, this inheritor of sunyata, chooses to wake up and go to work who knows which Riaan will go, which Riaan out of all of the multitudinous Riaan's will wake up and choose to act on his alien desire. For to label Riaan as one self is to obscure a being that is forever out of unity, forever to be displaced and dispersed from himself.

Meh...enough of my incoherences. I've never been any good at narrative...

[bushlad]

I can only guess that this is an ironic re-imagining of those choose-your-own-adventure books that we read as children.

If so it would have been my least favorite. I mean, come on... even the picture used to illustrate this would have been gay.

For what it's worth, I say that Riaan goes to work - since I have to.

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87-11 fo' Life.

[arper4]

I really have no desire to take this seriously since I've taken a sabattical from the literary arts, but, I believe our Riaan will climb out of his bed, stumble over to the urinal, unzip his pants and urinate.

He then will stumble back to his bed, fall prone to the pillows, and take slumber again.

[balthrag]

what are INANITION and ANAMNESES?

[acidexia]

WILL HE DIE, FOREVER LIBERATED FROM HIS ACHING ANAMNESES?

Fuck ya. Give it to him. Then write a song about it. Then do a remix.