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My mind’s stopped functioning. I can’t think. I can’t read. I can’t eat.
I can watch television so long as it’s mindless television.
This morning I channel surfed between Animal Stars on Animal Planet hosted by Mario Lopez (who also hosts the Miss America Pageant – same format, different animals) and an A&E biography of Shannen Dougherty. At a certain point Shannen Dougherty became Animal Stars – a miracle of transubstantiation difficult to explain to anyone who doesn’t live inside my brain. Shannon was Perky the Piglet, trained to do dog agility races, while Wanda the Australian Shepard starred as Brenda Walsh in 90120.
I have been sleeping thanks to my pal Mister Xanax, but not really eating. Going through the motions, you bet – there are so many motions, I can’t afford to miss a beat. But not feeling it.
Consciousness is just such a strange phenomenon. You’re supposed to take it on faith that other people have consciousness too, but really how do you know? You’re reading this but who are you? Another speck in the expanding universe with delusions of grandeur? 'Cause that's all I am.
The one thing I know for sure is I want to get out of Monterey.
I’m not sure how to do that so I can’t call it a plan. Just an ambition.
I can watch television so long as it’s mindless television.
This morning I channel surfed between Animal Stars on Animal Planet hosted by Mario Lopez (who also hosts the Miss America Pageant – same format, different animals) and an A&E biography of Shannen Dougherty. At a certain point Shannen Dougherty became Animal Stars – a miracle of transubstantiation difficult to explain to anyone who doesn’t live inside my brain. Shannon was Perky the Piglet, trained to do dog agility races, while Wanda the Australian Shepard starred as Brenda Walsh in 90120.
I have been sleeping thanks to my pal Mister Xanax, but not really eating. Going through the motions, you bet – there are so many motions, I can’t afford to miss a beat. But not feeling it.
Consciousness is just such a strange phenomenon. You’re supposed to take it on faith that other people have consciousness too, but really how do you know? You’re reading this but who are you? Another speck in the expanding universe with delusions of grandeur? 'Cause that's all I am.
The one thing I know for sure is I want to get out of Monterey.
I’m not sure how to do that so I can’t call it a plan. Just an ambition.
