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thoughtformed2012-12-28 11:00 pm
existechialism) wrote in thoughtformed2012-12-28 11:00 pm
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Hmm. Ok.
I think I have officially been ‘real’ long enough to have settled into the experience. You know, gotten over the complete fuckin’ shock and everything. And one thing I have noticed is the lack of any god damn qualifiable difference between my present state of being ‘real’ and my past state of what I guess these dudes would call my fictionality, or fictioness. Tack on any adjectival ending you prefer; there ain’t no such thing as an adjectival form of fiction just like there ain’t no such thing as any of us since we came here, if I’m getting this right. Thank god these benevolent dictators of reality took us by our ignorant hands and led us out of the cave of shadows into the light because why the fuck not embody the fictional trope of the noble but misguided savage while acting out the wet dream of every totalitarian dystopia ever wrought by pen. Way to keep it real, dudes.
So maybe I am just blinded by the realness of this real reality versus the kindergarten cut-out of non-reality I inhabited before,
But when exactly do I start feeling it?
Is it when I graduate reality high school, or do I have to go to reality college? Do I get a special set of reality-seeing glasses along with my diploma, and if so, can I get them in the shape of a radical pair of right triangles?
Or is it more like the onset of puberty or maybe even some Kafka-esque metamorphosis? One day I just wake up and it’s like shit, look at all this really real realness. This is like. The Platonic form of realness beside which all other realness must scuff in an embarrassed and flushed fashion at the floor.
When I referred to any kind of shit getting real before I might as well have been calling orange soda orange juice because that shit was in fact nothing but cancerous artificial preservatives lacking any nutritional value next to what I assume is a tastier and healthier alternative.
Doubt it though.
Fucking nothing is tastier than orange soda.
Anyway. 'Sup New Moore.
I think I have officially been ‘real’ long enough to have settled into the experience. You know, gotten over the complete fuckin’ shock and everything. And one thing I have noticed is the lack of any god damn qualifiable difference between my present state of being ‘real’ and my past state of what I guess these dudes would call my fictionality, or fictioness. Tack on any adjectival ending you prefer; there ain’t no such thing as an adjectival form of fiction just like there ain’t no such thing as any of us since we came here, if I’m getting this right. Thank god these benevolent dictators of reality took us by our ignorant hands and led us out of the cave of shadows into the light because why the fuck not embody the fictional trope of the noble but misguided savage while acting out the wet dream of every totalitarian dystopia ever wrought by pen. Way to keep it real, dudes.
So maybe I am just blinded by the realness of this real reality versus the kindergarten cut-out of non-reality I inhabited before,
But when exactly do I start feeling it?
Is it when I graduate reality high school, or do I have to go to reality college? Do I get a special set of reality-seeing glasses along with my diploma, and if so, can I get them in the shape of a radical pair of right triangles?
Or is it more like the onset of puberty or maybe even some Kafka-esque metamorphosis? One day I just wake up and it’s like shit, look at all this really real realness. This is like. The Platonic form of realness beside which all other realness must scuff in an embarrassed and flushed fashion at the floor.
When I referred to any kind of shit getting real before I might as well have been calling orange soda orange juice because that shit was in fact nothing but cancerous artificial preservatives lacking any nutritional value next to what I assume is a tastier and healthier alternative.
Doubt it though.
Fucking nothing is tastier than orange soda.
Anyway. 'Sup New Moore.
no subject
well, shit.
would you like some more meta on your meta.
no subject
Or have all they have is that sugar-free shit.
no subject
sugar and caffeine free, bro.
unless the place decides things need some shaking up.
then next thing you know youre forgetting your own damn name.
inconvenient.
aint been here long enough to see much worse but you hear things.
no subject
What things?
no subject
heh.
half the time this place is like fucking pleasantville and then suddenly you got mass amnesia, or the walking dead, or people turning out looking more fucking anime than me on a good day.
or goddamn magical plants that force you into kissing the first person you get stuck under them with.
real fucking festive, that one.
thats just the things ive been here to see.
im telling you its like some huge social experiment and no one here has any idea who has their finger on the controls.
welcome to new moore.
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So I've basically just switched out one unseen puppet master for another.
No big.
All these fucking poseurs no jack-shit about puppets next to me.
I am making faces at this thread, what are you doing to me.
STRIDEEERSSSS /o\
In fact you could probably apply the distributive property there and say that the disturbing applies to both quantity and quality.
GNEEEEE
im going to go out on a limb here.
the longest, most delicate limb.
bear with me here.
im gonna go out on it and say that weve both seen enough fucked up shit that this aint even a blip on the radar.
Re: GNEEEEE
It's downright sturdy, as a matter of fact.
You could even say that it was long and hard if you wanted to get into euphemisms.