Sperm and Spider

I am...

That whole mechanism of who I am is messed up. The basic connection to oneself that everyone takes for granted is not there MOST of the time and this has been the case for a long time. You live life with one foot in heaven. It's very weird. It sucks because to fix the problem would require a lot of money. It's like there is shrapnel so deep that either to take it out would cause so much damage and pain it's not worth it, or it would simply require too sophisticated surgery that there is money for. And.... things have progressed too far. So the only thing now to do is survive and use what strengths I have. And to stop dwelling on weaknesses. But it is a bad habit. I am rarely able to achieve the escape velocity of humor without the Redball booster rocket.

Stop it! Stop dwelling on stupid stupid stupid things! Why must you ponder so!

MEH!

I can't help it. I can't get over this notion that we really have no choice.

It's like being a sperm. You have to zig and zag. It's probably not going to make much difference in the long run. But you have to zig and zag

Hi folks! Sammy the Sperm here! Do you know me? I have a condensed nucleus in the head, a mid-piece filled with mitochondria, and a tail composed of a motile flagellum! All the motorized parts are there and yet I'm so small that you can't see me! When I meet an egg I eventually grow into people like, you and me! I must wiggle and wiggle and squiggle and squiggle! even though I might not reach my goal! That keeps me healthy and strong for my short life! So I must do this! Even though, odds are, I will wind up dying in the hair around your navel!

Yes, and while you ponder that, try and figure out why spiders are able to build those webs. THINK OF HOW SMALL THEIR BRAINS ARE! And yet they are able to build these intricate, architecturally sound webs, these structures.

Meh! Look at how small I am! Tiny tiny tiny am I! Meh! Think of how small my brain is! I have spindly legs coming out of my chitinous thorax! Meh! My head and breast are called a prosoma or cephalothorax. My soft abdomen is called an opisthosoma. There are two concentrations of ganglia in the prosoma which forms my tiny tiny tiny brain which takes up a volume of 20 - 30% of the prosoma! Think how small that is! And yet it knows how to make intricate, strong, architechturally strong webs! All without going to web-building school! Ponder that for about 10 years! Then, try to figure out how to program your VCR! Meh! Bwahahaha! Meh!

Buttercup asswipe tadpole relief! Red turbybon gradslap! Member tribe!
Now is the time when we must learn to walk around in new shoes.

I did grow up mentioning the tadpole. Tadpole relief i tell you!

Enough of this! We are in a recession now. The entire system is taking a breather. Why am I affected by this? It's the collective mind, the collective wave receiving...receding... receiving....

Candletrope deinstein studios! Beneficial luxury trumps! Conquered heroes of the Red Maggot Society! Paper hats for the advancing hordes, Cumulative calories in the gated communities, the poor among the rich and all that getout! Presidents are punk as fuck! Is another one)... flagglement surgery syndrome.... meh.....