Monday, March 01, 2004
True paranoia:
"Every time I leave my house, I do not presume that I will ever return there.
That isn't an automatic thing that just follows logically for me. The dense matrix of lethality presented by virtually any region outside of the home should give a brave man pause, but I see people out all the time getting pot stickers or running with their dogs. Fuck leaving the house, the moment you board an airplane your termination index goes through the roof. Eating food from street vendors - while not directly comparable to the presumptive festival of hubris that is human flight - certainly ranks above running with the bulls in Spain or wearing a spider as decoration. What made me obtain that questionable protein from a shifty stranger is anyone's guess. There are none more aware of the myriad dangers which accompany normal activity.
In the restroom at the bus station, I could feel diseases leaping from the stall to my penis. I live in Seattle, I've smelled enough heavy, strange urine to keep me pretty good on that score maybe forever. But there's something unique about New York pee, perhaps left there by oxen, herds of oxen grazing on garbage, drinking sewage and producing wholly new types of waste. We went into this public bathroom expecting it to be horrific, we did not expect laboratory conditions, and even then we were amazed at its filth."
from www.penny-arcade.com
"Every time I leave my house, I do not presume that I will ever return there.
That isn't an automatic thing that just follows logically for me. The dense matrix of lethality presented by virtually any region outside of the home should give a brave man pause, but I see people out all the time getting pot stickers or running with their dogs. Fuck leaving the house, the moment you board an airplane your termination index goes through the roof. Eating food from street vendors - while not directly comparable to the presumptive festival of hubris that is human flight - certainly ranks above running with the bulls in Spain or wearing a spider as decoration. What made me obtain that questionable protein from a shifty stranger is anyone's guess. There are none more aware of the myriad dangers which accompany normal activity.
In the restroom at the bus station, I could feel diseases leaping from the stall to my penis. I live in Seattle, I've smelled enough heavy, strange urine to keep me pretty good on that score maybe forever. But there's something unique about New York pee, perhaps left there by oxen, herds of oxen grazing on garbage, drinking sewage and producing wholly new types of waste. We went into this public bathroom expecting it to be horrific, we did not expect laboratory conditions, and even then we were amazed at its filth."
from www.penny-arcade.com
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