The human form of stress

I'm thinking of Symphony of the Sixth Blast Furnace by Evgeny Sedukhin again...

i took a nap and woke up in all these goddam spinanch

pacific rim fucks severely for a lot of reasons but my favorite is that it opens with "the lizard aliens are unionizing so we built robots running on the power of love to fight them you got all that right" and before you have time to really process that concept bam gunshot body on the floor and the movie goes "now consider the vast power of grief in this setup" it never really stops considering

It also has a scene where the robot uses a boat as a baseball bat. That also fucks tremendously.

Everyday I am bombarded by beautiful women who are enchanted by little creatures. They can't keep getting away with this

immortality as theft (you have to steal life from something else) immortality as parasitism (there is something else inside You that is keeping you alive and you become less of yourself more and more the longer it stays in you) immortality as violence (everything is trying to kill you because everything is supposed to die and the universe will always try to find a way to right the wrong that is You) you understand