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YOU AND I ARE BUT JUICE

Started by BADGE OF HONOR, June 06, 2008, 09:26:32 AM

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BADGE OF HONOR

The seat of the soul is the juices in your brain.  I know this because science tells me so.  Science tells me that imbalances in my serotonin levels can cause problems with mood.  Science tells me that good diet, regular exercise, and clean living can make live a healthy, happy life.  Science invented pills that are supposed to make it all better.

What science forgot to say is how seriously fucked up a person get without even realizing.  What science never mentions is how a person stops being a person and turns into a machine for eating, sleeping, and shitting, when those little "imbalances" happen.  That a formerly human being can crawl into a hole and die, and no one will notice.  That there are animals in human form walking among us, barely living, barely aware, simply existing in a tunnel of raw suffering, surviving from day to day.  Nobody notices.  Nobody cares. 

How many of us are really, truly happy?  How do you know you're not deluding yourself into thinking you are, but deep down, you know you aren't as human as you think?  That you have failed to reach that sublime level of harmony, that near unattainable state, where all is well with the world?  You can't achieve that state without shoving your head up your own ass, because even if you find internal order, all you have to do is look at your fellow "human" to see that the world as a whole is fucked.

All because we have failed to master the juices in our brain.

It has never been mind over matter.  Never.  Everything that you think and feel, happens because of chemicals seeping in the collection of fatty tissue encased in your skull.  Your logical processes are affected by the levels of hormones floating about your bloodstream.  You can truly have moments of stupidity, not because you are stupid, but because you are a tenuous consciousness in a flawed vehicle. 

And what happens when your body suffers little shocks, over and over?  It adapts.  It adjusts.  You ignore the filthy hobo in the street every day, until he just stops registering on your optical nerves.  You know your friends are depressed, or on drugs, or even mentally disturbed, but you just can't help them.  You can barely help yourself.  You take your pills in the hopes that tomorrow will be a little brighter, but really, what are you doing?  Painting sunshine on a jail cell wall.  Because the world is fucked.

We are fucked. 

The seat of the soul is juices long gone bad.
The Jerk On Bike rolled his eyes and tossed the waffle back over his shoulder--before it struck the ground, a stout, disconcertingly monkey-like dog sprang into the air and snatched it, and began to masticate it--literally--for the sound it made was like a homonculus squatting on the floor muttering "masticate masticate masticate".

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You make this seem like a bad thing :?

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Through me the way to the city of woe, Through me the way to everlasting pain, Through me the way among the lost.
Justice moved my maker on high.
Divine power made me, Wisdom supreme, and Primal love.
Before me nothing was but things eternal, and eternal I endure.
Abandon all hope, you who enter here.

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Thurnez Isa

i figured i would spell it wrong
since you know its badger and all


...
actually its 9 i the morning and im waiting for my coffee to brew so i just fucked up
Through me the way to the city of woe, Through me the way to everlasting pain, Through me the way among the lost.
Justice moved my maker on high.
Divine power made me, Wisdom supreme, and Primal love.
Before me nothing was but things eternal, and eternal I endure.
Abandon all hope, you who enter here.

Dante

Cramulus

:mittens:

I like this piece.

When I'm in a bad place, I try to remind myself that these dark feelings and uncomfortable moods are just chemical reactions. Somehow, I think that makes it a bit more bearable.

And this whole crazy world we experience internally is all just a bunch of chemical reactions - even cherished things like love and free will.

LMNO

Good piece, if not a little nihilistic.

A refreshing new flavor of rant, though.

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ain't that the truth.  Good show!
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BADGE OF HONOR

Oh woops, I missed a chance to mention the pineal gland.   :fap:
The Jerk On Bike rolled his eyes and tossed the waffle back over his shoulder--before it struck the ground, a stout, disconcertingly monkey-like dog sprang into the air and snatched it, and began to masticate it--literally--for the sound it made was like a homonculus squatting on the floor muttering "masticate masticate masticate".

Dysfunctional Cunt

I consider myself more of a smoothie than juice.... :lulz:

Nice work, I like it!

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Lol, smoothie.

I enjoyed this Ms. Rabid Badge, it has the aftertaste of truth.

You know, there are smaller and more depressing frames of reference, though, why stop at the chemical level?

If happiness and peace with the world is having your head up your ass, isn't a frame of reference that's just a tunnel of suffering and a world of pain the inverse:

extracting your ass out of your body and pulling it over your head?

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Quote from: Professor Cramulus on June 06, 2008, 02:48:23 PM
:mittens:

I like this piece.

When I'm in a bad place, I try to remind myself that these dark feelings and uncomfortable moods are just chemical reactions. Somehow, I think that makes it a bit more bearable.

And this whole crazy world we experience internally is all just a bunch of chemical reactions - even cherished things like love and free will.

Blarg.  YOU hate because chemicals make you hate.

*I* hate because "Bob" told me to.
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:mittens:
Nicely put. Both heartening and terrifying at once.
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QuoteYOU AND I ARE BUT JUICE

Quote from: Thurnez Isa on June 06, 2008, 01:40:37 PM
i figured i would spell it wrong
since you know its badger and all

Quote from: Netaungrot on June 06, 2008, 10:04:28 PM
. . . You know, there are smaller and more depressing frames of reference . . . If happiness and peace with the world is having your head up your ass,

lol BUTT JUICE
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