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Stephen Walking - B.T.R.A.S. (Siberun Remix) |
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I met a schizophrenic woman at Dunkin Donuts in Boston. She looked at my ambigram shirt from behind and felt compelled to share with me her thoughts: "if only they could teach us in our sleep, we wouldn't have all this cocksucking bullshit". I replied, "you're right, that would solve a lot of problems, and we'd be more intelligent. The brain is more active during sleep anyway." I've met this woman before, I realized. She had a stack of xeroxed paper. They each had a doodle of a wave-haired woman's face looking at a woman's body whose head was replaced with a bunch of grapes; over which the moon commented "...where are the kids"; and below which appeared to be the title: "Bad goodman". She reached for a page, turned it over, and said "I'll draw you a brain map". She hurriedly drew Florida and Norway in red ink. Their coastlines resembled the shapes of two heads facing each other. She said usually she can draw better than her clone.
Many of her thoughts were of paranoid delusions, sensory phenomenon, and ideas conceptually alienated from my reality tunnel (example: what does she mean that we have impostor copies of ourselves running around? Was this a comment on our mimetic culture? Was this a fantasy inspired by Invasion of the Body Snatchers or Men in Black? Or was this the result of a psychological delusion similar to Capgras?). She told me a story of how she tried to read a particular book in the library, but all the Gs would squiggle out of control. She was interested in education and told me I should I learn how to analyze handwriting. She asked me how to spell W. "Ummm, D-O-U-B-L-E and then U, however U is spelled. Y-O-U? Double you." o_o upon reflection, I wondered if she was punning me.
#schizophrenia
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