Happiness is a warm gun
Mar. 8th, 2005 01:04 pmToday I want to kill something.
On the one hand, it's kind of fascinating to watch the progression of my mental state as my endorphin dependancy kicks in. I could chart it if I wanted to; count the number of times I've thought about violence and plot it against days since I last worked my body to a hard sweat. I fantasise about taking blood samples and measuring serotonin levels, testosterone, the dance of chemistry as it plays my psyche like a piano. Wiring myself up to electrodes and watching my brainwaves as they respond to images of running, of hitting, of explosions, of zombies!
On the other hand, I just want to kill something.
On the one hand, it's kind of fascinating to watch the progression of my mental state as my endorphin dependancy kicks in. I could chart it if I wanted to; count the number of times I've thought about violence and plot it against days since I last worked my body to a hard sweat. I fantasise about taking blood samples and measuring serotonin levels, testosterone, the dance of chemistry as it plays my psyche like a piano. Wiring myself up to electrodes and watching my brainwaves as they respond to images of running, of hitting, of explosions, of zombies!
On the other hand, I just want to kill something.
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Date: 2005-03-08 06:51 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-03-09 12:29 am (UTC)Hint. Don't do this while listening to Beethoven's 9th.
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Date: 2005-03-09 07:36 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-03-11 03:39 pm (UTC)Fortunately I have tentative permission to start some careful exercising next week, so the Reign of Terror is put off for an indefinite period of time.
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Date: 2005-03-09 08:25 am (UTC)