emptying the bin

Currently my mind is feeling very full. It's like a bin in the kitchen when you can't be bothered to take it out so you stomp your foot in it and continue to pile it up until the cat knocks it over and all the shit goes everywhere. I think I'm maybe approaching the point of shit going everywhere. I've been stomping my mind down, its' still full of Heidegger and Bataille and now I have complexity shoved on top. After this I have the pleasure of reading Lyotard's 'The Differend,' followed by re-reading the 'Savages, Barbarians and Civilized Men' chapter of Anti-Oedipus followed by rereading Serres's 'Conversations.' The question is really whether my mind can take it. I like to think of the mind as an infinite space that can absorb pretty much anything but the cat's got the itch and she's looking to push the bin over.

3 weeks.....

504 hours.....

16,000 words.....

30 cigarettes a day = 630 cigarettes....

21 portions of chinese food... usually salt and chilli spare ribs with chips or deep fried crispy beef in peking sauce......

42 cans of coke....

63 times listening to 'Toreador' from Bizet's Carmen for a morale boost....



Until such times as everything is functioning properly again that is my life....


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