the following additions will seems like plastic
surgery,
and in turn will put the encompassed
poem under much strain,
but as i will say: a 48h marathon can do
that to your narrative "skills"... well... techniques...
esp. given it's winter in the northern
hemisphere, and two nights and two days
actually feels like three nights and two days,
given we're into our second day, and i've already
experienced a night-time this morning looking
at the clock.
italics will be pleasantly omitted...
instead... a maxim style akin to la Rochefoucauld
will be adopted... to merely insert
toothache when otherwise the ***
is sitting on a leather sofa and thinking what would
be a better chance to juice up the brain with a
psychoactive sedative-effect, i.e. with what liquid?
coffee on the brain is a sahara, as is famously
known: arabs love their coffee... and their
baklava dressed in balaclavas - or as we say in
Europe: there's enough water, so we drink alcohol.
turns out diabetic rates only go down in arabia
if enough sports cars are imported... must be
the g-force diet.
but hey! look at the title! the title was always
going to to resemble the final version of
the preliminary work, the sketch, of what went on
last night...
beginning with the scariest film i have ever
seen: a horror movie without anything to do with
night or its aura (i was about to say aurora, never mind),
a movie from 2002... which ended being more scary
even it almost bagged the lead role an oscar...
and then what i can only claim to be better than
gaming these days... taking graphic novels onto screen...
which brings me to a question, and if i ask the question
with a mature enough wording,
i might actually get a serious debate going...
namely? x-men, first class...
and i share something with this theme,
did you know that people remember far away from
Chernobyl parks being pigmented, where
there were segregational duo-incisions in the trees
from the radiation? it happened nearing when i
was born, spring, and the women were told to drink
iodine... that 2002 film shows iodine treatment
on "mental" patients, you pour enough iodine down
the nostrils you get a better understanding of
epilepsy... ah... the magical things people could ever
think of doing on another human being, let alone
a courgette, or a steak...
well, yes, in parks, half the trees were
the colour of spring, all green and asparagus juicy...
the other half were brown, and decaying,
almost potato skinned, if not simply: potato skinned.
as i said, i was a foetus at the time,
and apparently some Scandinavian got a microcosmic
whiff of it and panicked... let alone those exposed
too close to Chernobyl, a radiation-pH spectrum
emerged, of who and how they were exposed it...
cancer, for example, is prevalent in Poland of
those who don't get to experience a midlife mental
disorder of buying a yacht... lucky them...
which fits nicely into the seriousness of graphic
novels, as that film unbreakable clearly demonstrates...
all realism of graphic novels actually stems
from batman... my favourite... no super-powers,
plus i had a simulation of being orphaned and raised
by my grandparents for 2 - 4 years while my early
psyche developed, and then redeveloped utilising
a different language, then went back to settle old dues,
and then went back again: charged with having read
antoine de saint-exupéry on a year long
hiatus that allowed me to watch the 1998 world cup
in a dark-lit room with my great-grandmother
and see France win... with such jubilation as if
Napoleon just came back from Elbe for seconds.
this is not the point, i said i would word it maturely
and not look half as an ***:
why does francis xavier sympathise with
max eisenhardt, but belittles james "logan" howlett?
all things start so small, i just remembered listening
to this song that allows you to lay down words like
bricks in a wall (prometheus' 9th - the man who swam
through a speaker)...
why does he, is francis xavier just ******* that
one of logan's mutation counter-pluses is his ability
to regenerate health and vitality, while at the same time
creating a amnesic hinderance to apply his psychopathy?
i guess it is... max on the other hand as unchanging:
fixed memory coordinates, because physically:
he's unscratched... up to a point of how this debate
runs its course... i just don't see how francis has to
belittle logan... just like henry "hank" mccoy is first
belittled as simply bigfoot... the problem with
amnesia is that even you have the capacity to
engage in telepathy (rooting out distant pathologies
rooted deep inside your psyche that never allow
you to reach a full potential - or what's Freud's
case of postulating receding pathologies and subsequently
creating a forward looking theory to work with
in creating uninhibiting constructs -
francis xavier? nothing more than a psychiatrist...
in the modern sense, without iodine treatment,
or electric-shock-therapy... rather the guy that
says everyone is special via talk-therapy...
and all psychiatrists have this child in them:
they all want to be telepathic... just like all
manual labourers want to be telekinetic) -
the oldest chestnut, if there ever was a hazelnut
to boot.
original, as except of what is to come...
i mean, what i started off is now bound to italics,
just to make a point that after watching 48 hours
of things, and having finally looked at symbols,
i could only write so much coherently,
before donning what looked like some poet's clothes,
and stepping into a foggy highnoon for
a bottle of beer, a bottle of whiskey, and
a prescription of insomnia pills...
well (they're called anti-depressants for old people,
who prefer to treat their "depression" - if not
merely old age, while they're asleep)...
no one would ask for this type
of hiatus...
some would call it:
being an american spy,
getting caught in soviet
russia and enduring interrogation
techniques -
yes, a "hiatus" of nearing
48 hours: of being constantly awake.
or what certain former
east europeans going back
to see family members might
ask about, when Lithuania, Estonia
and Latvia are under a national
sway of general jittering paranoia
as reported by English newspapers
and later established by
an American president's
tour of the region -
or how Crimea
is the 37th or 38th or whatever no. it's
now - or whether it's
Tartar autonom oblast -
but indeed, nearing a 48 hour long
insomniac "hiatus".
and i can sympathise with francis xavier
experiences when max eisenhardt is first encountered,
this sharpness of a psyche, rather than its automation
or literal non-existence... this is why i could
stay up for longer than 48 hours if i wanted to,
but i can see so much in being awake for so long
that natural consequence is that:
a. i have lost the capacity to dream,
b. i have translated the capability to dream into code
(namely the letters you see before you)
and
c. i have found a "safe-space" to recuperate from
the pain i feel...
meaning
d. i know with what ease people acquire a substance
known as a soul... and with what ease they can
think in this substance, like a fish in water...
what i'm talking is a lobster a boiling basin,
where your exoskeleton can mean a lot upon
jumping off a cliff, but when your inner flesh,
starts to be almost eaten by the mutation of protein
from tapeworm larvae into edible meat?
i know this substance, i have experienced it...
and i know that i dare not put a soul into a foetus
that doesn't have a workable tongue, bladder and ****.
i think it's time to end this preliminary "work".
