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June 01, 2005

the Factory of Life and Consciousness

Ryan Walker

I’m tired of the whole idea of intense sex. I have to admit that cute sex or even boring sex has some appeal. Non-invasive or even non-noticeable sex seems worth trying. I’d like someone to tell me we had sex the other day, briefly, while I was distracted. -How was it? -It was ok. -Did I like it? -I think so. -Let’s do it again. -We already did. -Oh. How was it? -It was ok. In this way, we can have sex, if not constantly – which would be pointless – then at least frequently enough to restore wildness to the places where we send mail or refuse to purchase dry goods. …She’s mouthwateringly reasonable. I’m convinced there is a whole race of people in the cities and towns of this continent who simply are not aware of how reasonable she is, so they choose to go insane, not because of any romantic notion about incurring unnecessary risk or seeing across to the other side or living eternally in the final credits of a rockumentary, but rather because, in the wayward portions of our mutual instinct, the gritty monkeys that laze where the last inviolable toilet water flickers out, there the future conspires with fashion and our ideas are borned.

Posted by Rock Heals at June 1, 2005 12:40 AM