Cure

I was making a mess... and no wonder... I have no medical education or experience in applying such surgical techniques in a real world setting... you know, on human beings... homo sapiens...

 

Anyway, I digress... well, I was losing a lot of blood... the process was not going well, as I had hoped... OBJECTIVE: Fix the way I think. Rollback the computer inside my cranium to an earlier period. To a time when I didn't ask questions, so many question, or derive such pleasure in rebelling against all forms of tradition, convention, ritual, status quo.

 

The fluids were running down my head... the sides, the back, down my face into my eyes... which was obscuring my vision of the impromptu operation so desperately attempted with the assistance of two vanity mirrors cleverly positioned and a natural talent for working with my hands in inverted-visibility conditions...

 

I was beginning to feel faint... I must finish digging out the disease... the cause of my sickness... the growth inside my head, brain organ that is the impetus for this inhuman unnatural thought process of willful dissent from all things celebrated in popular culture by the "they" self of the species proper...

 

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I awoke in an empty sterile silent room surrounded by right angles bathed in bright white light... I was naked... trembling, I slowly felt up to my forehead... I carefully unwrapped the bandages... feeling along the stitch tracks, suture by suture...

 

They had "fixed" me!... I could get a life now, have a socially-acceptable sexual relationship with a fellow denizen of the nation-state, procreate and experience parenthood, get and hold down a respectable employment opportunity, or dedicate my life to acquiring capital and reinvesting it in a virtuous cycle of capital acquisition indefinite (CAI) whilst labeling myself "entrepreneur", or a politician perhaps, or a lawyer, you don't say? what about a religious leader touched by God? or a salesman with charisma oozing out of his prolapsed asshole... and not be a suicide before 40... progress.

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