- Dołączono
- 9 Maj 2016
Nothing like a can of tuna exploding in your oven to kill your buzz. Talk about an adrenalin rush into high anxiety panic mode for a couple of seconds while you're trying to figure out where ground zero was.
This is what "Major Thom" is about. The name Thomas is about duality of being and in me , my male and female aspects are distinct and my male aspect is really just my female aspect gone all she-ra , ready to cause some passionately good trouble by behaving as badly as I need to nip whatever bullshit is tripping my trigger in the bud. I'm very right brain dominant and there is just so much negativity that hemisphere is going to take before it issues orders to administer some hard loving as an attitude adjustment for whatever congenitally stupid, devolved human was annoying me in the moment.
In the dream world , this is the non-combat information center for the Unarmed Farces of the resistance the industrial fascists who created this monstrous lie in the first place and I was busily engaging in messing with the AMBeast's Indian hacker's head when the thing blew. If my dream comes true, I'm going to be cloned from one of my body's ribs and possibly the big guy himself is taking over this quivering sack of protoplasm do his cleansing act on all the infidels duking it out in his different names. All I know is somebody has been fucking me silly in my dreams every night since i was little and I have a couple of kids by him, living in a nice little mini farm in the far burbs from Chicago, flying in and out of town on will alone, soaring like raptors.
My cerebral info aggregator felt the blast as coming from behind me in the kitchen and that it was not a gunshot or common explosive. I didn't smell gas and said , well fuck me, that was the can of tuna i didn't take out of the oven since by then, the smell of baked tuna had also gotten to my baked brains through my nose.
Blame early dementia, i guess, definitely my spirit sloth set that one up. I stopped at the Walgreens on the way home from the bank, grabbing three bags full of groceries , which i put on top of the stove, only putting away things that needed to go in the freezer.
Then I put a package of chicken nuggets in the oven. when i took them out, a can of tuna rolled into the oven and instead of taking it out then, i closed the door and sat down to eat, forgetting to turn off the oven and about 15 minutes later, blam!
This is what "Major Thom" is about. The name Thomas is about duality of being and in me , my male and female aspects are distinct and my male aspect is really just my female aspect gone all she-ra , ready to cause some passionately good trouble by behaving as badly as I need to nip whatever bullshit is tripping my trigger in the bud. I'm very right brain dominant and there is just so much negativity that hemisphere is going to take before it issues orders to administer some hard loving as an attitude adjustment for whatever congenitally stupid, devolved human was annoying me in the moment.
In the dream world , this is the non-combat information center for the Unarmed Farces of the resistance the industrial fascists who created this monstrous lie in the first place and I was busily engaging in messing with the AMBeast's Indian hacker's head when the thing blew. If my dream comes true, I'm going to be cloned from one of my body's ribs and possibly the big guy himself is taking over this quivering sack of protoplasm do his cleansing act on all the infidels duking it out in his different names. All I know is somebody has been fucking me silly in my dreams every night since i was little and I have a couple of kids by him, living in a nice little mini farm in the far burbs from Chicago, flying in and out of town on will alone, soaring like raptors.
My cerebral info aggregator felt the blast as coming from behind me in the kitchen and that it was not a gunshot or common explosive. I didn't smell gas and said , well fuck me, that was the can of tuna i didn't take out of the oven since by then, the smell of baked tuna had also gotten to my baked brains through my nose.
Blame early dementia, i guess, definitely my spirit sloth set that one up. I stopped at the Walgreens on the way home from the bank, grabbing three bags full of groceries , which i put on top of the stove, only putting away things that needed to go in the freezer.
Then I put a package of chicken nuggets in the oven. when i took them out, a can of tuna rolled into the oven and instead of taking it out then, i closed the door and sat down to eat, forgetting to turn off the oven and about 15 minutes later, blam!
Why the fuck would you do that?
