Monday, August 18, 2008
What you can expect when exploring the potential of reason is anger. You might stand up during a fit and have a stroke and believe one side of your hair has turned to marble. You can't put a comb through marble with an arm you can't raise. The lights are lime colored and flashing, making it difficult to read the anger manual. It's Thursday but it feels like Wednesday because there are no meetings today--maybe a root canal maybe a crown, maybe just bring the entire contents of my apartment to the dentist and tell him to fuck it. I gave a little push with my shoulder to open the door leading out to the porch but there was a memorial service going on out there with rustling and sobbing so I curled up on the floor with some peppermint gas. There are a lot of people saying a lot of things which makes it hard to get to know the person speaking. I will introduce myself to the doctors and the scientists and the guy that knows all about logic. I won't stomp around or get frustrated. I'll play chess and start acting reasonable.