December 10, 2004

  • The earlier post was not to brag, but just to attest that I'm capable of and have, indeed practiced, insanity.  Like all the rest of you.  Whether you admit or not. 


     


    Truth is, denying insanity is the surest way to merit accusation of just that. Everyone knows that everyone has, is, or will be insane at some point by liminal or otherwise protest of the pasteurization process commonly, though quite mis-, characterized as 'adjusting to reality'.  Denying only entitles you to premier membership in the Psychiatry-Is-Big-Cash, Let's-Single-You-Out-And-Declare-You-A-Cow Castaway Club.


     


    Look at it this way:  No one who's ever gone insanely mad beyond the redemption of recall has ever done so like anyone else. Each instance has been the bust-out of an emerging universe unqualifiable fully beyond itself.  Each is comprised of an only self-adventured  world: other-than-self undiscovered, immaculate, pristine.


     


    Psychiatry would have us believe that such are ‘cases’ and are 'classifiable' based on patterns, signatures, commonalities.  Baby diapers!  What is identifiable to psychiatry as a pattern is only the denial (the virtual lamination)  of insanity qua modus operandi.  So then, and only then, they got you when: you're a Deny-er (clearly, to them, a deranged liar).  Then, they pick amongst.  They choose. They discard.  Sometimes you’re lucky and win on passover.  Sometimes they hover over your cuckoo’s nest and you lose. 


     


    And then, just sometimes the Industry needs to unskew the totally-I’m-In-Denial-And-Thus-Worthy inmate population by fetching a soul right out of the blue.  They guess.  They know you admit to insanity and so, to life, are true.  Yet  they incarcerate you anyway.  You may, indeed, be borderline patternable and acquiesce or not.  On the other hand, you may be just simply brilliant, yet winning misfortune’s lottery on that particular day.  Shitty day: I knew I should have stayed in bed. 


     


    Now all I’m wondering is: when’s my lover-savior going to appear (or I appear unto) to spend that otherwise Day of Wrath all day in bed with me?

Comments (234)

Comments are closed.

Post a Comment

notforprophet

Recent Posts

Categories

The End of Days

December 2004
M T W T F S S
« Nov   Jan »
 12345
6789101112
13141516171819
20212223242526
2728293031