just ate 3000 calories of airport Panda Express ass crack of dawn rooster still tired. And you wanna ask me to move my feet out of the aisle. These are size 13 shoes. Im inbred. Im the serpent in the garden w nicotine poisoning. Youre on vacation w your kids Im dying in real life
a horrifying video
imagine feeling instinctively pulled to do a task. something that goes beyond your personal ambitions, your environment, or your job. something that comes from genetic instructions, placed down there over millions of years of evolution, screaming at you from generations past
now imagine that task being impossible to do in any satisfactory way. the beaver cannot feel the water, cannot find the wood. there are genetic signals to gather items for the dam, but all the beaver can accomplish in the end is a stage three simulacra. what it will create in this artificial environment will forever be lacking in the eyes of their evolutionary instincts
the beaver KNOWS there are unfinished things to do, but it cannot even conceive of what that could be. where is the water? where is the wood? what are these items meant to do? what is the purpose of it all? the beaver does not know. its brothers in the forest do, but that knowledge is forever beyond this domesticated one, who has never even been outside of an air conditioned room
but it continues its toil, because the beaver cannot understand that its evolutionary ordained tasks are useless here. the rules of its environment have changed, but it lacks the faculties to recognize that; i simultaneously pity the creature and see myself in it
The thing about that place at night in games like this is that it always feels like the whole thing is hanging on by a thread. Teetering on madness. The LSU score was mandated by some voodoo from beyond. The rest is just whatever happens.
Imagine your vehicle is turned over. You’re disoriented. Wondering if this is the end. You turn to your left and see Hollywood Hogan in his NWO shirt saying “gimme your hand, brother!”
What a mindfuck.