I almost ate a Californian bee! From Paramount Farms! Not two moments ago! I've cradled it back into the halved shell, for coffin. God, my entire life is ritual, minus routine. It's this Random Holiness, and not in the abstract. Just sort of happens.
In other news, I think I fell into a coma last night, while watching a French film. It wasn’t so much a matter of focusing on and attempting to read the subtitles, so much as trying to focus the images on the screen. I think we all fell into a coma--I remember waking up at one point, the clock told me it was three in the morning, the TV was all grey static, the tree lamp still burning its underwater yellow glow. What the fuck, what the fuck was in that pot? Since when does a third of a joint knock you on your ass? I don't understand this. It was like codeine.
You> "It's this Random Holiness, and not in the abstract. Just sort of happens."
We're all Gods, all of us, every one.
I'll worship you if you worship me.
Wanna be my sacrifice?
Posted by: ben at October 13, 2005 9:29 PMOr, in other words: "I think of my body as a temple. It gets defiled once in a while, so I just sacrifice a virgin and we're good to go!"
Posted by: ben at October 13, 2005 9:30 PMben, I assure you, my greatest goal in life, as in death, is to be your sacrifice. But that may just be the whiskey talking. or the Depeche. which won't stop. can't stop. refuses to stop--only for the line edit. I mean: right?
or in other words: virgin yourself, you bitch! :D
I seriously feel like I’m in love with everybody right now. I’m scribbling theories on the backs of photocopied pages. Where body meets text. fuck you, derrida, this is too easy.
Posted by: caroline at October 14, 2005 12:09 AM