990622…

building—smearing—evening concrete on wounds—layer—layer—gliding from orifice 
to orifice.  I've been in this box for five years…stifled…breathing…

990623…

if the mind remains active for several seconds after severing of the spinal cord, and, 
theoretically, the nerves still had function…then if you were beheaded, and landed on 
your face…your last seconds of consciousness would be writhing in the anguish of a 
broken nose…immediate and all consuming pain…

990703[c]…

this mortal coil con is much stronger than i anticipated [which is why the sex con is 
unbearably hard to break—sex is the fundamental DNA link to the mortal coil…for better 
or worse you are ONE OF THEM]  i am so disconnected at this spacetime coordinate that 
i am feeling the need to communicate with someone/thing/idea.  sever the ties.  the mortal 
coil is "the" CONTROL CON—kick it and experience the S E P E R A T I O N…ever 
shifting ever changing—the map is not the territory, the the territory is the map you 
create—the map does not existthe terrain does not exist—they are our perception of a 
phenomenon we will never understandEVEN on the most e l e m e n t a r y level.  never.
NEVER…do you understand?
SO STOP TRYING!!!
stop trying to: reach nirvana
                        reach heaven
                        fuck all you can
                        wake up for work
                        tell people what you 'think'

							none of it matters—
							before you speak it
							before the electricity
							leaps from one—
								synapse
								to the
									next—
							it is invalid and inaccurate.

our vanity is legendary.