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did you ever think, "Hey, maybe we all have a second personality completely unknowing of our 'waking' one?" or a thought along those lines? how do we honestly know whether our subconscious isn't just a totally different mind, personality, soul!? there could be so much viable evidence saying that it is so, but there could also be that much more viable evidence saying it isn't. but, for the moment, let’s just say it is true...
when you go through fits of rage and your adrenaline is pumping you feel light headed, somewhat dizzy, and almost as if you're dreaming ((at least i do - lets just pretend that when i say "you" (plus variations of that pronoun) i actually mean "i" (plus variations), ok? cool.)). that is like being on the verge of mixing your conscious mind with your subconscious; the state line is being fuzzed out into a beautiful haze of colour. duo-tones: sepia and techni-colour and haze. so when all this adrenaline is pumping through your system and your mind is reeling and careening down this dimly lit duo-tone passage the personalities crash and mingle, but who knows it? you don't, you can't tell what's happening because you're too busy worrying about what's flowing out of your mouth and the actions flowing in your limbs. whenever our emotions are running high and we get that feeling of euphoria or ultimate rage and then all of a sudden things are a blur - entwine your fingers together like lovers (souls, minds, personalities, consciousnesses) sharing the same bed (brain, shell, husk, encasing), scared to be alone and vulnerable even though you're completely oblivious to the second person in the first place. it's a feeling you know and trust because you've had it all your life - one of you grew up with good things, the other grew up to all the bad things. maybe all the social undertones, looks, energies passing back and forth, and the inside thoughts are what develops the sub-conscious. maybe everyone has such a demonic subconscious because it hoards all the icky, sticky things our waking selves don't like to think about because it's wrong.
what if the criminal mind is really just what was supposed to be the subconscious mind but somewhere along the line they were switched and no one noticed at first, but gradually that sick and twisted personality was nurtured and it grew up with all the adult things in this world... that's almost worse than a sick subconscious isn't it? just knowing about all the gooey things in this world; the themes in novels, the wars over who gets how much sand, sex. it all drains through without a filter and soon, very soon, you die of over hydration but instead of water it's bad things.
ok, what i really wanted to get to was desire and the effect your mind has on fetishes and especially sex-murder.
to be continued...
when you go through fits of rage and your adrenaline is pumping you feel light headed, somewhat dizzy, and almost as if you're dreaming ((at least i do - lets just pretend that when i say "you" (plus variations of that pronoun) i actually mean "i" (plus variations), ok? cool.)). that is like being on the verge of mixing your conscious mind with your subconscious; the state line is being fuzzed out into a beautiful haze of colour. duo-tones: sepia and techni-colour and haze. so when all this adrenaline is pumping through your system and your mind is reeling and careening down this dimly lit duo-tone passage the personalities crash and mingle, but who knows it? you don't, you can't tell what's happening because you're too busy worrying about what's flowing out of your mouth and the actions flowing in your limbs. whenever our emotions are running high and we get that feeling of euphoria or ultimate rage and then all of a sudden things are a blur - entwine your fingers together like lovers (souls, minds, personalities, consciousnesses) sharing the same bed (brain, shell, husk, encasing), scared to be alone and vulnerable even though you're completely oblivious to the second person in the first place. it's a feeling you know and trust because you've had it all your life - one of you grew up with good things, the other grew up to all the bad things. maybe all the social undertones, looks, energies passing back and forth, and the inside thoughts are what develops the sub-conscious. maybe everyone has such a demonic subconscious because it hoards all the icky, sticky things our waking selves don't like to think about because it's wrong.
what if the criminal mind is really just what was supposed to be the subconscious mind but somewhere along the line they were switched and no one noticed at first, but gradually that sick and twisted personality was nurtured and it grew up with all the adult things in this world... that's almost worse than a sick subconscious isn't it? just knowing about all the gooey things in this world; the themes in novels, the wars over who gets how much sand, sex. it all drains through without a filter and soon, very soon, you die of over hydration but instead of water it's bad things.
ok, what i really wanted to get to was desire and the effect your mind has on fetishes and especially sex-murder.
to be continued...