My eyes are drooling.

[Kai]

I'm all ranted out, folks. The "In those days." were a good run, while they lasted. I'm all dried up like a cow's tit in Wisconsin winter. All I can write these days are these notes, these schema, diagrams, outlines of experiments in hilarious taxonomy. My eyes are dripping and drooping, my skin is peeling. Damn football game, and that's got to me too. I'm a College Town FAN now. They converted me, sat me down on one of those hard benches and let me behold the glory that is sports heroes and I am. a. changed. man. Or something.

I think the napthalene has gone to my skull. All that time in a museum with dead things, with preservatives and insecticides, ethanol and formalin. I'm a goddamn biologist, right? Hows that, I spend more time in a catacomb than outside under the sun. Maybe its the football game, the sun so bright and full of glory my skin is peeling. PEELING, folks. The heat went to my head, made me senile. Put me in to pasture. Made me quiet down.

Not quiet enough apparently. I get my sense of BALLS about me, and sure enough, even the good monkeys start taking offense. No hard feelings of course, just monkeys doing the jealous monkey dance. So I say a little bit about what makes me feel good. So I brag a little about the good word from my professor, beaming, feeling that sort of gratitude, you know, the sort of a job well done. So I mention I wish I could have won that award, that I'd have it next time, that I was /this close/. So I compare and compete a little more. Word is, that's annoying, thats arrogant. How much more self centered am I really? All the REST of the monkeys do it. Maybe I'm not discrete enough.

I think it's both. The napthalene. And the football glory. My brain is twisted, and my eyes are drooling. I sleep less these days, eat less, have more energy. So I piss off a few monkeys. Just gotta be quieter about it. This sort of confidence, /crazy talk/. At least in this country, where only money talks sane and the monkeys howl if you step up to stand out even the slightest and don't bow when you're told. That sort of crazy talk.

Gotta break a few eggs to get shit cooked around here.

[Doktor Howl]

Boy, do I know how you feel.

They do, of course, make a pill for this.

[Kai]

Boy, do I know how you feel.

They do, of course, make a pill for this.

Sure they do. Pills to make you quiet, to play the good little monkey that knows it's place. Pills that teach you you're special, just like everyone else. Can't have the monkeys thinking they're special in a different way now.

FUCK that shit. I'm loud. Fuck me, I'm loud.

[Cainad (dec.)]

Pills to hold in the Daily Screams so you can get your work done today. And tomorrow. And the next day.

Oh, did I mention I'm back on mine? Yeah. Lots of screaming would be going on otherwise, these days.


They just got used to YOU being quiet, Kai. There's loads of loud fuckers out there, but they like it when people like you have the decency to be quiet; it lets them hear the sound of their own howling better. You speaking up represents possible competition, and they don't like that. You gonna take that bullshit sitting down?

[East Coast Hustle]

I'm all ranted out, folks. The "In those days." were a good run, while they lasted. I'm all dried up like a cow's tit in Wisconsin winter. All I can write these days are these notes, these schema, diagrams, outlines of experiments in hilarious taxonomy. My eyes are dripping and drooping, my skin is peeling. Damn football game, and that's got to me too. I'm a College Town FAN now. They converted me, sat me down on one of those hard benches and let me behold the glory that is sports heroes and I am. a. changed. man. Or something.

I think the napthalene has gone to my skull. All that time in a museum with dead things, with preservatives and insecticides, ethanol and formalin. I'm a goddamn biologist, right? Hows that, I spend more time in a catacomb than outside under the sun. Maybe its the football game, the sun so bright and full of glory my skin is peeling. PEELING, folks. The heat went to my head, made me senile. Put me in to pasture. Made me quiet down.

Not quiet enough apparently. I get my sense of BALLS about me, and sure enough, even the good monkeys start taking offense. No hard feelings of course, just monkeys doing the jealous monkey dance. So I say a little bit about what makes me feel good. So I brag a little about the good word from my professor, beaming, feeling that sort of gratitude, you know, the sort of a job well done. So I mention I wish I could have won that award, that I'd have it next time, that I was /this close/. So I compare and compete a little more. Word is, that's annoying, thats arrogant. How much more self centered am I really? All the REST of the monkeys do it. Maybe I'm not discrete enough.

I think it's both. The napthalene. And the football glory. My brain is twisted, and my eyes are drooling. I sleep less these days, eat less, have more energy. So I piss off a few monkeys. Just gotta be quieter about it. This sort of confidence, /crazy talk/. At least in this country, where only money talks sane and the monkeys howl if you step up to stand out even the slightest and don't bow when you're told. That sort of crazy talk.

Gotta break a few eggs to get shit cooked around here.

yeah, good shit here. fuck the pills, dude. Stay loud.

[Jenne]

I like this Kai.  And ECH is right--fuck the pills.  I like you loud.

[Kai]

I like this Kai.  And ECH is right--fuck the pills.  I like you loud.

For added irony, it's probably the pills I'm on right now thats /allowing/ me to be LOUD.

[Doktor Howl]

Boy, do I know how you feel.

They do, of course, make a pill for this.

Sure they do. Pills to make you quiet, to play the good little monkey that knows it's place. Pills that teach you you're special, just like everyone else. Can't have the monkeys thinking they're special in a different way now.

FUCK that shit. I'm loud. Fuck me, I'm loud.

When the rock hits you, holler.

[Kai]

Boy, do I know how you feel.

They do, of course, make a pill for this.

Sure they do. Pills to make you quiet, to play the good little monkey that knows it's place. Pills that teach you you're special, just like everyone else. Can't have the monkeys thinking they're special in a different way now.

FUCK that shit. I'm loud. Fuck me, I'm loud.

When the rock hits you, holler.

That rock keeps knockin, Dok.

[Doktor Howl]

Boy, do I know how you feel.

They do, of course, make a pill for this.

Sure they do. Pills to make you quiet, to play the good little monkey that knows it's place. Pills that teach you you're special, just like everyone else. Can't have the monkeys thinking they're special in a different way now.

FUCK that shit. I'm loud. Fuck me, I'm loud.

When the rock hits you, holler.

That rock keeps knockin, Dok.

Well, what are you gonna do?  Listen to the rock, or listen to the ROCK?  Johnny Cash and James Brown explained all this shit 40 years ago.  Elvis sang about it, Hank said some jibberish in a scratchy voice that probably had something to do with it, and Elton John sat down and patiently explained it:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=666JAioPDhM

and

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DKeFEO52ilM

and most especially

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EdEQkRq_xrw

Listen to those three songs.  If that doesn't make all this nonsense clear, nothing will.

[Doktor Howl]

That, of course, was back when he knew the deal.  When he understood how things are managed, downtown.

[Adios]

Ahhh, the pure unadulterated joy of looking another person in the eye and emitting the unintelligble scream of the primal beast while you eyes cross and drool comes out of your mouth.

[Kai]

I really need to start doing this, Charley. Because apparently some people grit their teeth when they look at me.

Goddamnit fucking monkeys. They occur everywhere.

[Triple Zero]

Ahhh, the pure unadulterated joy of looking another person in the eye and emitting the unintelligble scream of the primal beast while you eyes cross and drool comes out of your mouth.

I really need to start doing this, Charley. Because apparently some people grit their teeth when they look at me.

Goddamnit fucking monkeys. They occur everywhere.

I'm following a course now called Emotional Body Work (sorry can't find the English wikipedia page on it), which has parts of its roots in Bio-energetics as developed by Wilhelm Reich and Alexander Lowen. Some of you may believe it's bullshit, but already I'm certain it has some definite positive effects. I liken it a bit to "inverse yoga" (will elaborate that if interested).

Anyway, the point is, part of the exercises we are taught, it's all in group sessions, consist of primal screams. Very liberating, and with the proper amount of body-work/preparation/grounding/etc., even moreso.

I dunno Kai, from the stuff I found they're targeting in that course, I feel it really might be something for you. It's focused on getting back in touch with "authentic" human qualities, especially the ones that were (for some reason or other) neglected in development at earlier ages.

Also, it's pretty cool. And there's a good chance my health insurance covers it [I put the declaration form on the mail today]

[Kai]

Ahhh, the pure unadulterated joy of looking another person in the eye and emitting the unintelligble scream of the primal beast while you eyes cross and drool comes out of your mouth.

I really need to start doing this, Charley. Because apparently some people grit their teeth when they look at me.

Goddamnit fucking monkeys. They occur everywhere.

I'm following a course now called Emotional Body Work (sorry can't find the English wikipedia page on it), which has parts of its roots in Bio-energetics as developed by Wilhelm Reich and Alexander Lowen. Some of you may believe it's bullshit, but already I'm certain it has some definite positive effects. I liken it a bit to "inverse yoga" (will elaborate that if interested).

Anyway, the point is, part of the exercises we are taught, it's all in group sessions, consist of primal screams. Very liberating, and with the proper amount of body-work/preparation/grounding/etc., even moreso.

I dunno Kai, from the stuff I found they're targeting in that course, I feel it really might be something for you. It's focused on getting back in touch with "authentic" human qualities, especially the ones that were (for some reason or other) neglected in development at earlier ages.

Also, it's pretty cool. And there's a good chance my health insurance covers it [I put the declaration form on the mail today]

I don't need a special club to do that. Monkeys are everywhere, remember?

Thanks for the reference though.