Not since Hall and Oates has there been such a team.
The part when he’s dancing with the dog!! Hahaha omg!
For the past couple weeks I’ve been on a heavy self dosage of allergy medications, balancing out the drowsiness with caffeine. My eyes don’t work right, my vision is like watching a dream. My body is jittery and my heart rate is high, but I could probably fall back asleep. I’m not so concerned about my health as I am concerned my ability to focus on my existence. My mind has been clouded with cynicism, I’m very paranoid as well. I feel like Edward Norton in ‘Fight Club’. I feel dismembered from my emotions but I can sense feeling very well. I can smell and taste better, but sight and sound are abstracted. I can imaging a doctor prying for some skitsofrantic rage within me. Mania sets in but the drowsiness keeps my body at bay while my mind runs endlessly on a rampage, get up, do something, write something. I’m in the body of a zombie and I have the mind of some sort of mad scientist. An experiment gone terribly wrong. The question is now acceptation or defiance. A bead of sweat has dripped down my side and I know the coffee is really starting to work its effect, what a strange creature I’ve become. Toiling with my bodily health and mental state, I am dying. As I sit I am dying, my spirt is begging for life, get up, do something… The zombie does not move. I am less like a man than I am a tree, I am mearly part of what is, and I’m not what is. I am less like a tree than I am a cow, guided through life by the society that I am entangled in. I am less like a cow than I am a computer. Endlessly thinking, processing. Acting only on actions I’m programmed to do but what am I doing for myself? The drowsiness clears, vision seems more clear, less dream like. Sounds are understandable and perceived without thought now. The meadow of epiphany then without a sign, back into the forest.
Camping In My Paradise. “This being-with-one-another dissolves one’s own Da-sein completely.” -Martin Heidegger