fathers don't exist mothers don't exist sons and daughers don't exist
i have a son, but he is not my son. he was bornt from my body, but this fact doesn't give me extraordinary powers over him. and it doesn't give him extraordinary powers over me. i am not a mother, i am a woman who stands by him while he learns how to manage life by himself. i care with all my soul, like the best and closer friend he has. i killed my father. well, first i had to kill that sigmund freud because this man had that obssesion of me fucking with my father, an act that i didn't really feel like it. i killed my mother. i killed myself being a mother. i killed my son. now we all live in freedom. well, we get pretty close. i embrace you, Alan Sondheim escribió: > > > Grim(e) Day > > This has been a grim day. Whenever I speak with my father, his hatred > manages to hit home. From his viewpoint I'm a failure. He's been paying my > health insurance; otherwise I'd die which might not be that much of a dis- > pleasure to him. Thinking about this there were voices in my head which > managed to expand into a world I prayed was out there, but am certain was > just going on between cortex and ego. Yes, things manage to leap ontolo- > gies just like that, the sign of madness. I listened to crystal, worked on > rearrangement, all those voices spewed into the aether through systems of > coils echoing one another, http://www.asondheim.org/echocoils.mp3 . I > began to recognize the mockery of dissonance, played music and toppled the > line upon itself with echos and delays as I thought what to do next, in > the meantime beginning world-building once again with universal harmony, > http://www.asondheim.org/universalharmony.mp3. By this time I was raging > in tears fighting myself repeatedly, not that my health has been in good > shape, it hasn't. I'm as far from my family as an event horizon filled > with nothing worthwhile. I curled into myself. I curled farther into > myself, I thought myself monad, I thought myself rage, I thought myself > consort, I stopped thinking, I began again with the harmony of monads > purring softly in molecular air, http://www.asondheim.org/harmonady.mp3 , > open the windows, monads and let the soft flow healing in, the curing of > rage against the selves swells to uncanny beauties that never makes the > pain worthwhile. > > > > _______________________________________________ > NetBehaviour mailing list > [email protected] > http://www.netbehaviour.org/mailman/listinfo/netbehaviour > _______________________________________________ NetBehaviour mailing list [email protected] http://www.netbehaviour.org/mailman/listinfo/netbehaviour
