Wednesday, April 19, 2006

Female Body Baby

This week the feminine side of my body had a baby.

The were no complications and the baby is fine and seems to be confident about itself already. Luckily, the female side of myself is a very paternal person. So she did all the right pre-natal things. Which always helps.

It seems to me it is really good to have a child out of awareness. Well, at least out of public awareness. I think it is much better to do it in private. behind the scenes. Inside yourself - sub-conciously in fact.

Especially if it's your first. I mean, I feel really relaxed and peaceful about it, which probably wouldnt be the case if I'd had a live baby, or one on the outside of my body. T saves an awful lot of hassles. for a start, you dont have to agonize over a name. In fact, you dont even have to name it at all. It can just 'be'.

This is an advantage to any fresho because they dont have to "grow' into their names. they dont have to imagine what they would look like if they were to look like their names and get all distorted and hitched up trying to become what their name symbolises.

Which is what people do. People become their names. Their personalities grow around their signatures. Of course it's all subliminal, but it's as if the person trains itself to the attributes of it's handwriting regardless of whether this is natural for it or not.

This can create havoc in parts of of the person; can cause great crimes of violence, or just minor things like blurred vision and sinusitis.

Which is why I've decided not to give the child a name. in fact, i didnt really have on at all. Only a subliminal one.

Saturday, April 01, 2006

Humannessness

Do you think it would be a good idea if I grafted my personality onto your body ? Or would vice versa be better ?

Because, I think it is the only way that we are ever going to be able to meld into the community with any degree of correctness.

I mean, how can either of us possibly blend in with the culture with any amount of authenticity if we dont do something about the purity of our genders ? It just wont do to get about the place displaying our classifications for all to see. It's asking for trouble. I mean really !

Jeez. It would save and awfull lot of mess. Perhaps we could do a straight swap with our native peculiarisms ?

The again, I suppose it all end up fairly disasterously. I mean, if we did come to some kind of an arrangement where by you handed over your femaleness to me, and I handed over my male to you, how would we be ablt to tell that the other hadnt hoaxed the exchange; therby getting the whole spectrum of humanness whilst the other has to stagger forth with none?

Yes. It would be a tough one. Sure, you could act like me whenever I was around, then go back to being yourself when I wasnt, or I could act like you when you were around, then like me when you were'nt, but one or the other of us could be left standing about with absolutely no personality at all.

Or. if this was not the case, how could you make sure we handed over our genders intact ? You know, it could be very tempting to only hand over the parts of yourself that you wanted to be rid of.

Where would that leave me? A male with bits of manic female tacked all over his person!

How could you do this to me ?

Stress Fractures

Today, whilst lying in a daze on my bed, I looked up and noticed that my bedroom window had developed a concave aspect.

Not only this , but I also noticed that the putty around it had started to develop stress fractures. There can be only one explanation : Social Pressures.

Let me explain the way I'm thinking: The window in my bedroom is not just a window. It is a looking glass out of which I view the world. It is through it I draw my conclusions and conjure up my Nomadic Mental Philosophies about the strange seeting mass of little throw-away packets that is the Twentieth Century.

But, this is only one of the paranoia, because the window is two-way, the world can see me as well. So the window is actually the interface between, or the cutting edge, between me and the rest of everything.

Is this why the window is stressing out so badly? Have I projected so much of my need for understaning onto it that it is now cracking up ? Af as it's concerened, it is probably just a normal piece of glass with bit of wood around it, but it might know I think it is some kind of Symbolic Looking Glass and it is getting tense about it.

I really cant work it all out though. I mean surely if I was distorting, it would be drawn away from me, not toward me. That cant be it. There must be another theory. Atheory behind the theory.

Now what would that theory be ? Let me think. Aha! Yes. I think I have a handle on the second theory: I think the glass window is becoming concave because it wants to trick me into thinking it is buckling under social pressure.

Now why would it want me to think that? There must be a third theory. A theory that not only explains the second, but also the first. I know: the glass window is trying to trick me into thinking it is bending under the force of Social Pressure so that I will get up and open it. Now why would it want me to do that ? There must be a fourth theory, one that explains everything.

Yes: I think the local Security Company has been reading the newspaper to the window so that it starts to crack up, thereby influencing me to open the window. I think they will then break in, mess up the house then await for me to ring them and buy their services.

Well, why the hell dont they just drop a leaflet in the mail like everybody else ?