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and why do you think they shot the serial killer in the back of the head? you know, having experienced a brain haemorrhage aged 21 i'd know... there's nothing kafkaesque about it... the slow bleeding out via a hole in the cranium, you really are a decapitated cockroach by this point (living two weeks more dying from starvation), but in the serial killer's case also a little bit fidgety... oddly enough impairment of the brain doesn't mean your heart stops ticking... poor kurt cobain with that shotgun wound of his... i mean a stab to the heart is wildly anticipated, but why would you shoot your brains out, given that the ***** per se is not an automaton pump, or a decipherer of toxins (the liver)? the brain is a puppeteer of bones. it's the flow of the haemoglobin that's kind, kind enough for you to be conscious and decide your last thoughts on the matter, auto-suggestive atheism is what i call it... shoot the thing that's functioning automatically - your brain is a paradoxical dual carriage way, it allows both science and mysticism to reach the ultimate, reasonable parallel; basically... don't mess with the sponge soaking up the porridge; asked politely, seneca slit his wrists in a hot bath.
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Mar 23, 2016
Mar 23, 2016 at 6:02 AM UTC
the puppeteer of bones (seneca)
and why do you think they shot the serial killer in the back of the head? you know, having experienced a brain haemorrhage aged 21 i'd know... there's nothing kafkaesque about it... the slow bleeding out via a hole in the cranium, you really are a decapitated cockroach by this point (living two weeks more dying from starvation), but in the serial killer's case also a little bit fidgety... oddly enough impairment of the brain doesn't mean your heart stops ticking... poor kurt cobain with that shotgun wound of his... i mean a stab to the heart is wildly anticipated, but why would you shoot your brains out, given that the ***** per se is not an automaton pump, or a decipherer of toxins (the liver)? the brain is a puppeteer of bones. it's the flow of the haemoglobin that's kind, kind enough for you to be conscious and decide your last thoughts on the matter, auto-suggestive atheism is what i call it... shoot the thing that's functioning automatically - your brain is a paradoxical dual carriage way, it allows both science and mysticism to reach the ultimate, reasonable parallel; basically... don't mess with the sponge soaking up the porridge; asked politely, seneca slit his wrists in a hot bath.
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Mar 23, 2016 at 6:02 AM UTC
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