saying schizphrenia
As an online discussion grows longer, the probability of a comparison involving Nazis or Hitler approaches 1.
There is a tradition in many Usenet newsgroups that once such a comparison is made, the thread in which the comment was posted is over and whoever mentioned the Nazis has automatically lost whatever debate was in progress.
so i decided to answer your schizo mail.
do you know, you should have just posted most of this the ghost.
it's got some really good writing in it. i keep wanting to edit
it and post it anon...
i never heard of godwin, but now i'll not forget it. and yes,
i can see your shcizo corollary. if you've not truly been there
you have no right to say you have. but what if
well what if you're there, temporarily?
o i have been meaning to write about this woman who cut off her baby's arms
in texas, she was up for murder
on the basis that she was sane that she knew right from wrong
in the testimony given
by her psychaitrist, she was suffering delusions and post
partum depression. she had even run away from her baby
a couple of weeks prior. abandonnment they called it i
think she was trying to not kill her.they sent her
back and anyway her preacher
testifies that drugs is bad. bad. we must surrender to the will of god.
she stopped taking her meds. this woman
says god told her to kill the jezebel in her daughter
to cut off her arms and her own arms too. she had slashes
across her shoulders where she tried to obey
cuz god you know might
do that to test your faith god
told abraham to kill issaac
but he stayed the sword o lord
why didn't You let her keep her little arms?
see, yeah, that's schizophrenia. unable to differentiate
between inside and outside. like meth, sometimes. knowing
it must be delusion yet belief in the delusion
b/c it's so real. i have not been a jew. but i might
be a nazi. i hope not tho.
yes, consciousness is really an ugly word.
if you were three years in the past
or three hundred in the future from where you are
right now, i mean, could you be you?
i don't think so...crucible of skin. mold of living.
burning thru the wierdness. you prolly are transferring
your desire onto some unttainableness
cuz attainment requires
a little effort. also there is the hunger, hunter.
we could have been some salvia trystin cross
these communication lines but there would be differences and three
years ago i was so empty, i had nothing to fill you with
except need. that's hole flow without electrons.
magnetic repulsion not resonance. we are too far away.
we nmight, once. but yeah, not here
not now. maybe we meete across some universe. time really has no say.
But family means breeding, and I'm really not into that. Yet.
i always advise don't do that! but really, i mean, if you don't there are lessons
you'll have to take again. you might desire to return. then there's the mass suicide of lemmings. children can be the best part of your lives. then we become teens.
if one survives that, then one wants to feel that joy again. i never truly loved
until i had a child. these are my childesque thoughts. but as a child i say
don't do that! i had mine when i wanted to. when they wanted to come. but i had
them childishly, selfishly. then they come and want to be their own person.
that's when i have to submit to some sort of death.
No, it's more than ideology. It's me hoping I have a supply of heroin when
things collapse. Not that I think that's inevitable, but it does seem
prudent to keep a good supply of opiates on hand.
see now, i like the idea of opiates but i want to be sure
i don't sleep thru the fireworks. i want to able to say
i've had it, but not until then . opiates love me.
they would like to hold me forever. i stay away from their embrace.
till i get the cancer word. then babee, hook me up.
. That groovy gravy gradient, see-sawing between toxicity and
snap-to-grid.
heh, haven't been there is such a long while. these days
it makes me dizzy and tired. how did that song go
"wear sunscreen". good advice. was sposed ot be vonnegut.
you read vonnegut? lonesome no more! i like what he says
about saying "i love you" in there. but tho i like it
i can't abide by it, really. i'm always saying it
hoping for return.
the leaves are tricklin from the oaks outside.
it's a beautiful spring day. the upstairs neighbor's
air conditioner is silent. there are no jets. i can
hear the birds scolding. and then, the silence
breaks. machinery begins.
second guessing
How can I miss someone I've never met
but we have and will i'm sure we meet
better than if we were looking at each other.
some things are better becz of the distance.
you were drunk. these things happen. and perhaps
they will again. the only cure is
don'tdrink.
hahahahaha...
drinking on a steady basis leads me to depression.
i am so sad on depression.
but i feel that's when i write best
when i can hurt that bad. i wish
i could do joy.
but it can't be recorded, you know
not the way it needs to be
so it's good that you only wishpered it to me.
labels shmables. we got em in white sticky back
you can print anything you want
call it diamonds on a kid glove.
it's still just semiotics.
it's still just what it is.
every one i've talked to about e
talks about that crash. yours sounds like
it ends in lack of sleep as if
the pleasure receptors for that were burned out.
leslie is my doppleganger in nelson.
i mean why not. we could be riding the same wave
only she's my future and you've already met me.
psst. have you taken enough drugs for that to make ya go hmmm?
i don't think drugs are the key. they're a lock
like any consumptive lock. i lke the weed cuz it's
kind. opiates are scarey unless
you know you're dying.
lolol. wait a minute. we all know we're dying.
i dunno why i don't want to take that rush
until the last minute. yeah, i do. i'm a skeery cat
with a flat black back, call me beetle with a leetle
soul, wheedle and littl mo, greedy with a smiling ho
inside beside the dancing fool. i want to go dancing
tonite. what the fuck, i'll pay. it's just money anyway.
getting silly here. been sitting too long in one place
trying to down load marsvolta nomeansno
currently listening to mars volta.
reminds me a bit of white stripe.
stripped down rock. def needed as 80s anti dote.
hah, n then the thrasher comes.
and then there's a blues based song
with a woman's voice.
man, i'm getting hungry.
i'ma go eat.
laterz
There is a tradition in many Usenet newsgroups that once such a comparison is made, the thread in which the comment was posted is over and whoever mentioned the Nazis has automatically lost whatever debate was in progress.
so i decided to answer your schizo mail.
do you know, you should have just posted most of this the ghost.
it's got some really good writing in it. i keep wanting to edit
it and post it anon...
i never heard of godwin, but now i'll not forget it. and yes,
i can see your shcizo corollary. if you've not truly been there
you have no right to say you have. but what if
well what if you're there, temporarily?
o i have been meaning to write about this woman who cut off her baby's arms
in texas, she was up for murder
on the basis that she was sane that she knew right from wrong
in the testimony given
by her psychaitrist, she was suffering delusions and post
partum depression. she had even run away from her baby
a couple of weeks prior. abandonnment they called it i
think she was trying to not kill her.they sent her
back and anyway her preacher
testifies that drugs is bad. bad. we must surrender to the will of god.
she stopped taking her meds. this woman
says god told her to kill the jezebel in her daughter
to cut off her arms and her own arms too. she had slashes
across her shoulders where she tried to obey
cuz god you know might
do that to test your faith god
told abraham to kill issaac
but he stayed the sword o lord
why didn't You let her keep her little arms?
see, yeah, that's schizophrenia. unable to differentiate
between inside and outside. like meth, sometimes. knowing
it must be delusion yet belief in the delusion
b/c it's so real. i have not been a jew. but i might
be a nazi. i hope not tho.
yes, consciousness is really an ugly word.
if you were three years in the past
or three hundred in the future from where you are
right now, i mean, could you be you?
i don't think so...crucible of skin. mold of living.
burning thru the wierdness. you prolly are transferring
your desire onto some unttainableness
cuz attainment requires
a little effort. also there is the hunger, hunter.
we could have been some salvia trystin cross
these communication lines but there would be differences and three
years ago i was so empty, i had nothing to fill you with
except need. that's hole flow without electrons.
magnetic repulsion not resonance. we are too far away.
we nmight, once. but yeah, not here
not now. maybe we meete across some universe. time really has no say.
But family means breeding, and I'm really not into that. Yet.
i always advise don't do that! but really, i mean, if you don't there are lessons
you'll have to take again. you might desire to return. then there's the mass suicide of lemmings. children can be the best part of your lives. then we become teens.
if one survives that, then one wants to feel that joy again. i never truly loved
until i had a child. these are my childesque thoughts. but as a child i say
don't do that! i had mine when i wanted to. when they wanted to come. but i had
them childishly, selfishly. then they come and want to be their own person.
that's when i have to submit to some sort of death.
No, it's more than ideology. It's me hoping I have a supply of heroin when
things collapse. Not that I think that's inevitable, but it does seem
prudent to keep a good supply of opiates on hand.
see now, i like the idea of opiates but i want to be sure
i don't sleep thru the fireworks. i want to able to say
i've had it, but not until then . opiates love me.
they would like to hold me forever. i stay away from their embrace.
till i get the cancer word. then babee, hook me up.
. That groovy gravy gradient, see-sawing between toxicity and
snap-to-grid.
heh, haven't been there is such a long while. these days
it makes me dizzy and tired. how did that song go
"wear sunscreen". good advice. was sposed ot be vonnegut.
you read vonnegut? lonesome no more! i like what he says
about saying "i love you" in there. but tho i like it
i can't abide by it, really. i'm always saying it
hoping for return.
the leaves are tricklin from the oaks outside.
it's a beautiful spring day. the upstairs neighbor's
air conditioner is silent. there are no jets. i can
hear the birds scolding. and then, the silence
breaks. machinery begins.
second guessing
How can I miss someone I've never met
but we have and will i'm sure we meet
better than if we were looking at each other.
some things are better becz of the distance.
you were drunk. these things happen. and perhaps
they will again. the only cure is
don'tdrink.
hahahahaha...
drinking on a steady basis leads me to depression.
i am so sad on depression.
but i feel that's when i write best
when i can hurt that bad. i wish
i could do joy.
but it can't be recorded, you know
not the way it needs to be
so it's good that you only wishpered it to me.
labels shmables. we got em in white sticky back
you can print anything you want
call it diamonds on a kid glove.
it's still just semiotics.
it's still just what it is.
every one i've talked to about e
talks about that crash. yours sounds like
it ends in lack of sleep as if
the pleasure receptors for that were burned out.
leslie is my doppleganger in nelson.
i mean why not. we could be riding the same wave
only she's my future and you've already met me.
psst. have you taken enough drugs for that to make ya go hmmm?
i don't think drugs are the key. they're a lock
like any consumptive lock. i lke the weed cuz it's
kind. opiates are scarey unless
you know you're dying.
lolol. wait a minute. we all know we're dying.
i dunno why i don't want to take that rush
until the last minute. yeah, i do. i'm a skeery cat
with a flat black back, call me beetle with a leetle
soul, wheedle and littl mo, greedy with a smiling ho
inside beside the dancing fool. i want to go dancing
tonite. what the fuck, i'll pay. it's just money anyway.
getting silly here. been sitting too long in one place
trying to down load marsvolta nomeansno
currently listening to mars volta.
reminds me a bit of white stripe.
stripped down rock. def needed as 80s anti dote.
hah, n then the thrasher comes.
and then there's a blues based song
with a woman's voice.
man, i'm getting hungry.
i'ma go eat.
laterz
posted by hiccup at 1:08 PM
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