Showing posts with label menacingly cutsie. Show all posts
Showing posts with label menacingly cutsie. Show all posts

Wednesday, February 22, 2023

external agency


These were live and written statements that, had it been in charge, Braino would never have allowed. 

You attribute these statements at least in part to external agency. 

Well you know as well as I do that's complicated. Some segments of society would suggest that unwelcome statements, other vocal utterances, and any bodily movement can be achieved through Remote Tissue Decisioning. Because they burned the libraries, there's no proof such a program ever existed or whether it's still part of the MPS mission statement. 

What would you call it then, leaving aside oral tradition. It, these utterances?

Scientifically I'd guess a scientist would go with echolalia in some cases and coprolalia in others: both are semi-involuntary, vocalized auto-sympathetic bursts of the amygdalae.

Scientifically. They never reach the line of what a reasonable person might call menacing or harassing. 

You're HR now as well? We're talking about medical symptoms here. 

Not political, theatrical...

Certainly you can say provocative if it's on the side of the fence you want. 

Caustic?

Oh, I certainly hope so. Else the only positive trait of my neurological condition would be lost. 

You're a hard case. 

At last, a flash of random honesty at the Institute for the Journal of Meta-Cognitive Talk Therapy Apologists. 

We just call it the Institute now. 




Patient exit interview (frag.)
Dr. Donna Thong

Wednesday, January 23, 2019

i'm highly intolerant/ of my environment

let's see how can i be not crazy, a guy 
ranting about weevils at the safeway

the baseline behavioral expectations targeted by drugs
my constitution eschews ordinariness like a new liver

because i am special i want to feel special every moment of every day
and i do feel special but too often it's especially allergic to everyone

Lord, i pray: i'm a special but i need to feel like nothing special most of the while
or i get worked up into a pickle thinking your children are idiots and brutes, and i 

forget to smile.



by Jan