Ill call this one The problems with the [censored] apparatus, and by the way, it turns out that my colon is quite majorly impacted. Like C# major, impacted. ~ It may have been some time since I last went over the smokestack sensory apparatus mode of my personal choice in philosophy, [throw it at the wall], but here it is again, just in case. Say its given that 100% of your sensory function is represented as a vapor, fume, or smoke in a *capped*, upright cylinder - the focus-smoke doesnt escape, its just held there. Well assume that as it rises, 90% of the vapour collects in the top 10% of the sensory metaphor. Well call it the red zone. Perhaps you see where this is going... If my red zone is capped off and removed from the equation, hypothetically for these terms, then lets refer to whats left as a tan line, if for no other reason then I like the way the phrase sounds; its spunky and nicely rolls off of the tongue. The dispersion of sensoryfume within my tan line is spread about much more evenly through its space than when related to the entire smokestack when *including* the red zone. Im going to argue that if the red zone represents my [censored], and the tan line represents, say, the rest of my body... Then Im going to make a bit of a jump here and figure that my sensory fetish / pleasant energy will be, [yup], distributed much more evenly... across my entire body. Perhaps you could pick one rib that would tickle me pink if plunked and played the right way. Perhaps I have a neat thing with the wrists - do you like to plunk wrists? Its my favourite. Anyhow - all that Im getting at is that as far as Im concerned, you could throw [censored] at a wall, out the window, pass it around, or just out and throw the damn thing into a blender and / or feed it to my cat. I... dont care, and Id rather be rid of it. All that Im really saying here is Ive focused too much on this [,duh ,] and a mite of distraction would be a wonderfully zen-ish slack-therapy for me at the moment. I dont care if you lob the mother off; just tuck it up and inside for a while perhaps, and give me some hormones to numb my nuts. I assure you that Id feel a much more rounded individual, and it makes it a much easier story to tell your grandkids. Take it easy.
Posted on: Tue, 05 Nov 2013 23:33:39 +0000
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