lelio

I have a foot high spoiler sitting in my bedroom, how much of a dork would i be if i hung it on the wall?

simple defenses, unscalable fences

there is no gaurantee that the way my brain communicates with my hands is in any way similar to the way yours does.
I dont think my brian knows how to type,
I wonder how much my body affects how i think. Im starting to reject the idea of my brain as a computer and my body as the machine it runs. I 'think' with my blood pressure, my hormones, my blood sugar level.
my brain makes a lot of connections, but if it were just sitting in a jar it would be like the internet existing without humanity. totally dead, as useless as a severed foot.
my only identity lies in the uniqeness of this complicated system, but the system changes constantly like the weather, and im never myself more than once.

I dont like feeling like a small enitity peering out from blinking windows atop his metallic vehicle. If someone is blind from birth, where do they imagine their consciousness risiding. do you ever close your eyes and try to slide your mind into your belly? its fucking hard.

it's like a pizza, cheese is okay, but it doesnt taste like pizza, same with bread, tamatoes, and so on. but put them all together and wow, pizza tastes good.
the point of all this is as you move through life, eat as much pizza as possible, cuz that shit is good.