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| Vivisection by Ray of Light 01/05/2005, 4:52am PST | ||||
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Buddha saves town from something evil, then tells no one about it. Buddha saves town again later in day by battling magic evil types at top of waterfall, again mentioning this to no one. People in town are all OMG HE IS EVIL because of weird magic shit the waterafall evil guy had cast, and blame Buddha. Buddha explains everything, then collapses into a singularity point of knowledge/being/oneness (perceived as a six-eyed sigil drawn in dirt on the ground). If I could remember this part in greater detail, I would probaby be at least half enlightened. Generic ideation of powerful men. The Buddha is feared rather than loved (cf. A Bronx Tale). He practices Henry Ford's "never complain, never explain" maxim, a behavior unique to alpha males; when he abandons it, he's destroyed and turns to dirt. Motherhead and I find a Mushroom (the normal kind) Store, go in. There is a big "everything still covered in dirt, shit" theme going on. I'm walking around, and end up in a corner near the atm machine looking at something. This chick walks up to me and starts trying to sell me something via faux conversation, and doesn't stop. I finally manage to escape and bump into Low Down Gangsta 1. Low Down Gangsta 1-2 and I exchange the evil eye, and I leave. OK. While accompanied by a man, you're cornered by a woman who (literally, figuratively) tries to get past you to the money. You escape and have physical & eye contact with "bad boy" archetype. His existing mate is an attraction amplifier. Multifaceted "things covered in shit" theme. I am walking in front of the bank. LDG 1 makes an appearance again as the guy who almost runs me over in the bank's driveway. I say "Motherfuck!" and he shoots me in the back as he pulls out. Recurrence of mate/you/money theme, but the beseeching woman is replaced by a steamrollin' gangsta. Bad boy displays dominance in a very public fashion, then penetrates you from behind and pulls out. A guy I work with walks by, sees me lying on my back in agony, happily tells me to hurry up, then walks right past. I turn over to scream "HELP" at him, and the pain magnifies to the point where my interior spaces feel like they're composed entirely of lava. Bad boy's attentions are contrasted with others' indifference to your submissiveness. Pain in your interior spaces. Me, I had a dream about playing the new Pirates! game and finding that you could auto-resolve plunders and get to the high levels of the game easily, and being disappointed. Ray! |
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Someone call Neil Gaiman by 01/05/2005, 2:23am PST  Vivisection by 01/05/2005, 4:52am PST |
