chemical pre-action
It may have only been the trans-sexual lawyer that gave me any good advice. Of course, I only thought I was there to bribe my brainwashers.
"Keep moving, keep meeting people," Rose said, holding the truth in those thick manicured hands, "Pay attention to chemistry."
This was from her commentary on mistakes, after hearing about my own. I have held onto this advice in particular, as it cost me $750. Just another item to the mounting expenses of my schizophrenia at the time - but that is a long story you'll have to pay to hear someday. I digress - it was good advice, part of the package of psychotic wonders internal and external I am still paying off.
The moving I am doing, as I have been farming and trucking - I was in Cleveland the other weekend, actually - I was even briefly in the moving business itself. Soon I'll have enough to take the Ulysses itself for our summer road trip. Meeting is harder. This brings me to the third suggestion: chemistry, which is even trickier. I am still too crazy for other schizos, too schizo for business, too business for magick, too joking for anything else... The end-point of my trip is to crash the Ulysses back thru the larger world, then in fact steal things, places, and people to continue building my own little world... until it expands and outflanks yours.
When I remember my delusional disorder, I can generate mega-watts of optimism for SexaConglomoTechCorp, the Chronotrono cycle of plays, Kyote, hyperpoop and all, and I feel powerfully okay about everything I've gone through. I walked until my feet bled but I have my answer. However, the questions which open up when you backpack across the infinite abyss can really leave you wondering... and I am at most times imagining a half-dozen potential outcomes scarier than you'd ever come up with... but it's just as often, where is everyone?
"In the end, it is the reality of personal relationships that saves everything." - from the Spiritual Brain
There is a problem about feeling meaning I cannot quite shake. To say something is meaningful is to say it conveys information. It does not just feel meaningless if there's nothing to convey, but if there is nowhere to convey.
Not that this is a lame outreach program to anyone, or putting up a wall to open windows. I had a cookie that tried to help, "Friendship is the key to the answer you are seeking." But read carefully - it is only the key, not he answer itself or even the door.
Even Tiny Toons were wrong - the meaning of life is not your friends; it is just something that you usually make with them. This is probably just another reason why the original Looney Tunes were far superior. You can't get by merely a little looney. Don't half-ass this, people.
In my experience, wide and so far, the door is your mind. The answer is your soul.
It takes the right combinations. But it's as simple as getting off - your unique, potent balance of lusts, loves, and needs. I spent a long time looking for what is right. The result is, now I am the writer.
Which leaves it a case of my rights versus yours.
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"Keep moving, keep meeting people," Rose said, holding the truth in those thick manicured hands, "Pay attention to chemistry."
This was from her commentary on mistakes, after hearing about my own. I have held onto this advice in particular, as it cost me $750. Just another item to the mounting expenses of my schizophrenia at the time - but that is a long story you'll have to pay to hear someday. I digress - it was good advice, part of the package of psychotic wonders internal and external I am still paying off.
The moving I am doing, as I have been farming and trucking - I was in Cleveland the other weekend, actually - I was even briefly in the moving business itself. Soon I'll have enough to take the Ulysses itself for our summer road trip. Meeting is harder. This brings me to the third suggestion: chemistry, which is even trickier. I am still too crazy for other schizos, too schizo for business, too business for magick, too joking for anything else... The end-point of my trip is to crash the Ulysses back thru the larger world, then in fact steal things, places, and people to continue building my own little world... until it expands and outflanks yours.
When I remember my delusional disorder, I can generate mega-watts of optimism for SexaConglomoTechCorp, the Chronotrono cycle of plays, Kyote, hyperpoop and all, and I feel powerfully okay about everything I've gone through. I walked until my feet bled but I have my answer. However, the questions which open up when you backpack across the infinite abyss can really leave you wondering... and I am at most times imagining a half-dozen potential outcomes scarier than you'd ever come up with... but it's just as often, where is everyone?
"In the end, it is the reality of personal relationships that saves everything." - from the Spiritual Brain
There is a problem about feeling meaning I cannot quite shake. To say something is meaningful is to say it conveys information. It does not just feel meaningless if there's nothing to convey, but if there is nowhere to convey.
Not that this is a lame outreach program to anyone, or putting up a wall to open windows. I had a cookie that tried to help, "Friendship is the key to the answer you are seeking." But read carefully - it is only the key, not he answer itself or even the door.
Even Tiny Toons were wrong - the meaning of life is not your friends; it is just something that you usually make with them. This is probably just another reason why the original Looney Tunes were far superior. You can't get by merely a little looney. Don't half-ass this, people.
In my experience, wide and so far, the door is your mind. The answer is your soul.
It takes the right combinations. But it's as simple as getting off - your unique, potent balance of lusts, loves, and needs. I spent a long time looking for what is right. The result is, now I am the writer.
Which leaves it a case of my rights versus yours.
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posted by Jim Trapp at
11:59 PM
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I thought I was the only person for whom that Tiny Toons episode had left such a deep and lasting impression.
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