Here's some content, possibly for 23ae? Tell me what you think.
We've all seen goatse. It's a damn classic. I don't know where it comes from but like anything there were all these rumors around it when people were talking about it. One tale, the one that I believe, is that a weightlifter was pushing beyond their limitations, every muscle in their body so tense, especially in the lower body, that the weakest one just let go. That happened to be the sphincter, so we get that fleshy pink monstrosity staring at us, literally an exploded brown eye, when we're first unfortunate enough to have clicked that link.
That kind of thing happens more than just physically. We see it emotionally all the time, the I-can't-take-any-more-of-this-shit-and-if-one-more-horrible-thing-happens-I'm-going-to-explode. Little chemicals are fucking up your insides, they're all out of whack and you'd do god damn anything to right it all. Then the explosion is with violence or sobbing, sometimes both, it's ugly and it feels so fulfilling at the time and afterwards you're ashamed.
Then sometimes it's a mental thing. Anger, confusion, shame, sadness, joy, none of them mean anything when that one happens. One day you're perfectly calm and staring at a pen wondering what the hell it's for, you're relearning the use of hands that you must be borrowing from someone else, like a lobster, and walking around on a floor that you're positive can't actually be there and for fuck's sake it might not be. You know nothing, all the categorized thoughts and compartmentalized knowledge that you've spent years putting just where they are as if they were some prized collection scatter about your head. You've got to learn to find them and leave them as they are, follow one to the next because getting them all back together again is another lifetime.
When you learn to see the world again after that last one, that's when you're on top of that shit. Those other two kinds of explosions keep happening but they never touch the mental one. All the king's horses and all the king's men couldn't put hodgy podgy back together again.
You've suffered a violent relaxation of the mind, and you're a discordian.