I really do think that it’s good for the soul to be unironically pretentious about something. Not in a gatekeeping kind of way but in a “yes, it really is that deep and I would love to enthusiastically and passionately explain why” kind of way.

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I really do think that it’s good for the soul to be unironically pretentious about something. Not in a gatekeeping kind of way but in a “yes, it really is that deep and I would love to enthusiastically and passionately explain why” kind of way.
do you think that it is harmful to spread misinformation as an April Fool's joke?
I think everyone should lie all of the time. I think we should live inside of a dream indistinguishable from reality
“No man is an island” oh really? Really? What about him?:
Free sushi at the bus stop on 10th st east in downtown st paul. For those who are interested
Is this still available?
um. i think that will make an even awkwarder silence
Mitch McConnell has been sent to a nice farm out in the country where there's lots of open space to run around and lots of other senators for him to play with
From The New Anecdota Americana, 1944
diversity win! this farmer is poly
from NINETEEN FORTY FOUR
Interlude - Apostrophe
In the beginning, I am a voice in the heart. Merciless, you think—merciless light, pitiless flame. You misunderstand me. Be not afraid. I am not merciless. Far from it. It is pity that whets my teeth. It is mercy that kindles my wrath, mercy, mercy, mercy, boiling and mercurial—silver-bright. I am merciless in my insistence that all will be spared. No name will be forgotten. No life will…
War. Whores. Fish. Fear.
Long ago, the four mongers lived together in harmony. Then, everything changed when the warmongers attacked.
venus planet of love was destroyed by global warming and me i feel also not so good
you're an audiophile? you like to fuck little sounds and speakers?
SHE WAS 17 DECIBELS YOU SICK FUCK
i like when people say that the universality of campbell's hero's journey only applies to western mythology/folklore. brother, i am going to hold your hand when i say this... it doesn't apply there too
it's got solitaire btw. if you even care
oh my god it's got smallitaire
remember that guy that had a single auditory hallucination that told him he had a brain tumor and the exact location and then he went to the doctor and it was fucking right
In the end, it was agreed to proceed with an immediate operation. AB's voices told her that they were fully in agreement with that decision.
"Do you concur, Dr. Hallucinatory Voice?"
So these are some possibilities I can think of:
ghost of a doctor (or tomography tech) at Children's Hospital, Great Ormond Street, whose unfinished business was getting this one lady diagnosed and treated
someone at Children's Hospital, Great Ormond Street, (or elsewhere but masquerading as such) has invented a means of both long-range, non-invasive tomography and transmission of their voice directly into the recipient's brain
time travel (also with direct-to-brain voice transmission)
the patient experienced some other symptoms not mentioned here, and had sufficient medical training/knowledge (also not mentioned here; possibly obtained from some connection to Children's Hospital, which could explain her other specific knowledge) to self-diagnose at least that she needed a brain scan, but somehow completely compartmentalized that knowledge and externalized it as a hallucinatory voice
the tumor itself triggered the hallucinatory voices and somehow, by unexplained means or just sheer good luck, the tumor diagnosed itself
I don't know enough about neurology or the structure of the brain to know if a "left posterior frontal parafalcine mass, which extended through the falx to the right side" would cause auditory hallucinations, but I did find a few articles, such as:
Left Frontal Lobe Meningioma Causing Secondary Schizophrenia Misdiagnosed for 25 Years
Schizophrenia-Like Psychosis Associated With Right-Parietal Meningioma
And this one which I found very interesting:
Right frontal meningioma presenting as delusional parasitosis
(mild cw for insects, worms, parasites)
A man in his early 60s presented to the psychiatry outpatient department with delusional parasitosis. [...] He was detected to have a right frontal meningioma with features of intracranial hypertension with midline shift, and he underwent emergency surgery. His delusional symptoms completely resolved after surgery and did not recur during the follow-up period of 2.5 years.
This patient presented with symptoms of delusions of being infested by insects and associated elementary auditory hallucination in the form of ‘the buzzing of a fly in the ear’.
The brain is fucking fascinating!
If you're a new writer and you're asking yourself "is this too personal, is this too much, will people think this is weird" that feeling is the exact location of your actual voice. The stuff that makes you want to close the laptop is the stuff nobody else could write. The safe version is always worse. Always. I have never once read something and thought "this would have been better if it was a little less honest." go further. It's always go further.