i'm drunk, and right now i'm soooo....in love.......with you.......and i don't wanna think too much about what we......should or shouldn't do...........
when drinking i'm much, much less original.
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our world of laws and strip malls and fluffy clouds and a million distractions from the not knowing...it drives us to what may seem irrational acts of masochism or self loathing.
being encased in government issued cotton, sheltered from the cold and sometimes ugly but overall painfully beautiful world where all the profound or profoundly bad things happen in noisy boxes plugged into Big Brother or a network of others' scribblings and doctored images, we lose. without our cognizant knowledge or care, our capacity to empathize with ourselves--our ability to realize we're not all that divorced from our physical manifestation outside of our heady, selfish id.
the world is real. it is physical like your blood and the chemicals it carries from your glands and lymph nodes and organs which make you fight or fly, lust or fear. it is real like the tattoo needle or the razor or the sound waves pounding into your head. it exists outside of your willingness to pretend it doesn't or that it is something else. it exists whether or not your only interaction with it is relegated to fingertips on buttons and your ass in a chair and your eyes pulling in false light.
some of my most clarifying moments have come while writhing on the judo mat clutching my knee, wincing and grimacing as the razor pulls across my skin, or having hiked for so long and far that i begin to go numb all over after the twenty-second mile. i learned a lot about life while tasting dirt with the neighborhood bully's knee in my back. i came to a greater understanding of love while blearingly staring across the twisted metal and smoke of the hood our my dad's truck while my brother cried in pain and my father almost lost it with worry for his sons.
we seem to have fallen into a world of cubicles and cathode-ray lethargy, into driving around town like it owes us something, into being angry at the world because it dares encroach upon our creature comforts. numb, over-assesed and underestimated, stretched thin by paper and regulations and placing undue weight on the minutae of insignificant details and bloated egos, we let ourselves birth and die a moment at a time without fully understanding the singular beauty of being alive and full of pain and love and wonderful conflicting emotions which make us human.
then they, the others, wonder why we're in love with needles and beer and right hooks and burning muscles and mind blowing orgasms and mischievious smiles and razor edges and hungry fleshhooks and bloody scrums and broken noses and searing hot brands and 1100 cc engines between our knees and falling through clouds and diving into oceans hundreds of miles from land and anything else that reminds us we're real, that we exist outside of our frightened, pale consciousness.
-pb
music: fluke
book: the redemption of althalus
when drinking i'm much, much less original.
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our world of laws and strip malls and fluffy clouds and a million distractions from the not knowing...it drives us to what may seem irrational acts of masochism or self loathing.
being encased in government issued cotton, sheltered from the cold and sometimes ugly but overall painfully beautiful world where all the profound or profoundly bad things happen in noisy boxes plugged into Big Brother or a network of others' scribblings and doctored images, we lose. without our cognizant knowledge or care, our capacity to empathize with ourselves--our ability to realize we're not all that divorced from our physical manifestation outside of our heady, selfish id.
the world is real. it is physical like your blood and the chemicals it carries from your glands and lymph nodes and organs which make you fight or fly, lust or fear. it is real like the tattoo needle or the razor or the sound waves pounding into your head. it exists outside of your willingness to pretend it doesn't or that it is something else. it exists whether or not your only interaction with it is relegated to fingertips on buttons and your ass in a chair and your eyes pulling in false light.
some of my most clarifying moments have come while writhing on the judo mat clutching my knee, wincing and grimacing as the razor pulls across my skin, or having hiked for so long and far that i begin to go numb all over after the twenty-second mile. i learned a lot about life while tasting dirt with the neighborhood bully's knee in my back. i came to a greater understanding of love while blearingly staring across the twisted metal and smoke of the hood our my dad's truck while my brother cried in pain and my father almost lost it with worry for his sons.
we seem to have fallen into a world of cubicles and cathode-ray lethargy, into driving around town like it owes us something, into being angry at the world because it dares encroach upon our creature comforts. numb, over-assesed and underestimated, stretched thin by paper and regulations and placing undue weight on the minutae of insignificant details and bloated egos, we let ourselves birth and die a moment at a time without fully understanding the singular beauty of being alive and full of pain and love and wonderful conflicting emotions which make us human.
then they, the others, wonder why we're in love with needles and beer and right hooks and burning muscles and mind blowing orgasms and mischievious smiles and razor edges and hungry fleshhooks and bloody scrums and broken noses and searing hot brands and 1100 cc engines between our knees and falling through clouds and diving into oceans hundreds of miles from land and anything else that reminds us we're real, that we exist outside of our frightened, pale consciousness.
-pb
music: fluke
book: the redemption of althalus
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The last time I was really plastered was at a wedding in 1998. All the women got into heavy conversation around the champagne fountain, and you know champagne just makes you more thirsty, but I didn't want to miss any gossip, so I just kept dipping in. I shared some info about their boss's penis size and introduced myself as "Frosty". Shame.