March 2012
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My mom is silly. She gave me an encyclopedia of knots today because she thought it would be pertinent to my interests.
I am beginning to think that being raised by hippies was a traumatic experience. Transmission Meditation, nudist colonies in the forest, the smell of feet and patchouli oil….scary as shit when you’re 4 years-old. The world of Raja Yoga and living saints can be just as bizarre as the world of original sin and threats of hellfire. It’s no wonder I am theistically fatigued as an...
February 2012
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It smells of old dust and dampness. Coiled steel, painted horses, the moaning of old springs and pinched flesh. Something crouches sexless and amorphous. A flight of stairs winds too tight, too dark, too narrow for breath to reach. Dissociative rigid amnesiatic. She makes a better doll than a child. She does so little yet whimpers too much, each time her little wrists get smacked and blush! Raised...
theradioschizo asked: If you didn't already remember, The Primal Screamer has been reissued. The one I have is still selling for like 30 bucks on Amazon, but the new one is 10 something. You must read it.
