Wednesday, June 15, 2005
The Pink Goo has Eyes
Protoplasmic goo is what comes after the first thing and before the last, sometimes the other way around. It is pink, it has sparkles with eyes in them. It is the underlying transsubstance that synthesizes the pieces and parts. As each part has been assigned a beverage, so too has each pressure point thoughtflash been generated by pin-prick holes from a rotating pin receptacle that can be found at your core. It is a tiny polyhedral structure that perpetrates a pattern of pricks through logorithms. When it stops everything turns mindblack for you, the sum of all darknesses, all in one. You may then enter the creeping throng, the cone of silence, the elongated lightbox hidden beneath the dirts, the ethereal cloudpoofs in your imagining of high up. This is not my belief, it is my fact of superstition that comes into me even when I ask it not to. The delight and transcendence suffuses you, your thoughts do battle, each by each with budgrowths of spotty feeling-states. The feeling-states always win. They exist for all time within the tiny empathetic eyes of goo who watch everything all at once.
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I can see the goo, mm, with the eyes blinking, blinking, like sparkles winking.
Slothy I want to write you a real email message but I don't have your email. Can you email me & I will write you back? That would be nice. You are getting to be a very loved Sloth. This is good and deserved for you as your are delight-making incarnate. Sloth rules!!!
mm, thinking about the goo gives me the chills MM.
I hope you are not too chilly Krix.
it is the chill of goo anticipation of mindblankness. I am trying to conciously stop my polyhedral structure.
No Krixie, then you will die. You need it to be a unit in the world. It pricks, yes, but it gives awareness. You are cute today.
where can i buy some of that goo? i will use it as shampoo.
I am understanding of the concept MM. I feel it is my time.
I want to see if I can start and stop the polhedral structure with my mind, thereby transcending the boundaries between life and death, white and black, good and evil, etc.
It will be like the movie Flatliners except I'm doing it by myself. And there is no Kevin Bacon.
Kevin Bacon would only hinder your mindcontrol appllications. You are right to not want him near you now. I understand your desires better and agree with them. It would be good to have this type of in out on off unification strategem. Monster Spank, I need to hear more about your desire for pink goo sparkly eye shampoo. I think it will only get gummed up in your strands, making neatness impossible. Perhaps this is part of your desire. The pink goo will then have a close up view of the behaviors, loves and hates of all the little danders living on the strands. Pleasant microthoughts.
Krix, please report back from the void - Sloth wants to know what it's like. Is it soft? Is there a smell? Are there chunks?
i believe that i will attain great value from this goo as long as it does not get in my eyes.
your would have eyes in your eyes, that would feel weird.
careful now....
Pinkeye you are the one who requires a sparkly goo shampoo washing with eyes in your pink eyes. This experience is perfect for you. You are without and capable of silent explosiveness. You must turn the switch off for it to be on properly.
MM, your post is achingly poetic today. I would like to inject the pink goo in between my toes and experience the mind blankness that is all darkness and all light. The feeling states will turn cheery and transcend the beige and cube pen and the lack of tasks that lay before my spastic digits.
Monster spank, do not waste the pink goo as shampoo, only as conditioner.
Sloth, the void was hotter than I imagined, similar to a sauna. I'd always envisioned the void as envelopment by cool soothing blackness. Yes, it was black, but far from cool and soothing. There was a discordant chanting coming from what seemed like behind my left shoulder. I don't know; I was disoriented. Then there was this voice that came at me from the inside of my soul. It told me to "eff off" which I thought was rude for an internal voice. The void smelled nice however, like jasmine and eucalyptus and ocean; it smelled like California. I would go back just for that.
So Mountain Man, I was hoping for the sum of all darkness but for me, it didn't happen that way. Maybe I did something wrong.
Bummer Krix, a sauna is definitely not what you want on a day like this. Maybe the void will be more of a wintertime escape for you.
sloth, I did not mind it too much. I wasn't expecting of it is all.
Once you get used to it it's fine.
i will complain to the fga, the brand promise was that it was a shampoo and conditioner in one... i will look for another brand of goo
I am far away and sad. I miss everyone and hope you will still make funky typed trash with me when I come home. Cut tree man a million miles away in the goo. Funeral today. Sad. Love, MM
MM, I am sorry to hear your news. Hang in there.
miss you lots.
kisses
krixoxoxox
MM, warm thoughts are being beamed your way. Love to you and Uncle Fritz. So sorry for the loss.
MM: I miss you and am thinking of you so far, far away.
I also send my best to Uncle Fritz.
Heart,
PD
HI, Mountain Man, I wanted you to know I made a second blog so as not to have to deal with those who only wish to insult me or my friends.
http://ajspeaksout.blogspot.com
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