The Newtown Pentacle

Altissima quaeque flumina minimo sono labi

abysmal descent

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I’ve got 99 problems, here’s three.

– photo by Mitch Waxman

At least once a day, and moreso as the years have advanced, your humble narrator finds himself unable to maintain consciousness and suddenly finds himself unconscious. During these intervals of helpless autonomic writhing, vast hallucinations occur, and immediately upon reacquiring cogency an enormous disorientation is experienced. Physical symptoms, apparent to all witnesses, include a display of clumsiness and overt muscle stiffness. Additionally, unpleasant expulsions of waste products are urgently required upon a return to regency over the body, which is worrying. This has been happening to me since early childhood, and one wonders how long this condition will last.

I endeavor to increase the resiliency of my psychological infrastructure.

– photo by Mitch Waxman

The tender pink envelope in which my viscera and skeleton are contained has- on more than one occasion- been found punctured, blistered, crushed, torn, or slashed open by environmental interactions. Additionally, enormous nervous system signal activity, which I understand as being commonly called “pain”, has been generated by this skinvelope when overexposed to the damaging radiation which emanates from the burning thermonuclear eye of god itself. This too is a problem which has afflicted me for decades.

It is my goal to install some sort of armor about myself, before the next assault is offered.

– photo by Mitch Waxman

Little trust exists for my perceptions, either, as I’m all ‘effed up. Some sort of damage exists in the wiring between those sensors which adjoin the outside world and which transmit environmental data into the skull with its underpowered central processing unit. Inability and organic weakness cause one to experience odd intuitions and bizarre ideations, no doubt due to limits and defects in the CPU’s wetware. Perhaps this is why I slavishly record everything I see, an attempt to visually catalog and contain those torrents of information which assault and inform, and explain away that which is witnessed.

Were it only possible to fix and fortify the brain.

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Kill Van Kull Saturday, August 10, 2013
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Written by Mitch Waxman

August 7, 2013 at 10:47 am

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  1. Take 2 Tylenol.

    georgetheatheist . . . the doctor is in

    August 7, 2013 at 1:00 pm

  2. …”The fiend strike me blue! I’m scarce able to walk,
    And damn me if I can stand upright or talk!
    Here, landlord, bid Betty to summon a chair;
    I’ll try home for a while, for my wife is not there!
    So lend me a hand;
    I’m not able to stand,
    But I’m gay whilst I linger on top of the land!”

    Cav

    August 7, 2013 at 7:29 pm

  3. feel for ya dude

    araneus1

    August 7, 2013 at 10:12 pm

  4. Get your armor to be as thick and as strong as a sea wall – and then lean into it. Meditation rewires the brain – it’s in the news!

    Deniz

    August 8, 2013 at 10:19 am


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