Friday, August 12, 2005


There aren't words for the boundary of what isn't.
Imagine an artificial sinus to replace the perpetual complaints; lungs as fearless as I pretend to be; a cybernetic knee that can take care of itself; a medical system of conveyer belts and every test known to man with passive participants and every required remedy administered.
Perfectly impersonal diagnosis and treatment.
Postulate the roots of ailments.
Magic pills and quick fixes.
Symptom alleviation.
Collateral creation.
Name it to make it distinct.
Complete control until we must disown a part of ourselves.
Civil war vs. negotiation of peace.
It's going to take a meltdown to melt it down.
Iron fisted certainty.
One thing or all things.
Where do you feel? Who do you think? What do you live?
Focus your ears on subtlety.
Mind your manner.
Feed what you need.

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