robosagogo

So I told myself that I'd abandon my homoerotic tale of robo-sacrilege if I didn't get any positive feedback, and I didn't soooo if I ever write anything, ever it'll have to be a completely NEW idea.

So when I'm drunk I feel really fast. I don't mean to suggest I'm imbued with super-speed, but it feels like the delay between when I think about moving a part of my body and when I actually move it is sliced so thin that it's almost like I start moving before I even get the idea to. That made me think that I'd be really good at drunken monkey fighting, but then I realized that the entire point was to just pretend to be drunk.

Have I mentioned that I'm more or less certain that I don't control my body and that my thoughts and personality are just another bodily function? I just think that, if I was really in control, I'd be able to stop my heart or make myself bleed out of my ears at will. Identity might just be another little thing your body needs to stay alive. And maybe if your personality leads to you being self-destructive, that's just as much of a malfunction as a stroke or brain aneurysm.

Also, Mona Lisa is currently my favorite song.