Sick shit. The formlessness keeps eating everything; entire audiences sit on stage before a grand mirror these days. And the mirror grows at the same rate as the audience and the stage, it grows like a tumor and I don’t think it will stop. Immortality exists. It comes in two flavors–there is the eternal cycle of birth, growth and death and there is cancer. The first kind, the kind of immortality that includes individual death, permits form, distinctions. Things are born and they grow and flourish and eventually decline and rot and their remains nourish the next generation. Death is the prerequisite for any form. Individually a person will die, but he was a person. He could be seen and described and suffer and love. The cycle is eternal. Cancer is the other immortality. Formlessness. Entropy. The audience on stage. Telomeres are timers at the end of chromosomes, they shorten after each cell division and eventually run out and the cells stop dividing. You die. Death as the prerequisite for form, for you. Cancer cells do not lose telomere length as they divide. Cancer cells will divide forever. Immortality. The healthy cells become cancer. Distinctions erode. An organ becomes a tumor. Sure, you can live forever–you will no longer be “you,” you will be subsumed in a mass that eats everything.
Interesting stuff champ
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FUCKIN QUEERS
CHAIRS CLATTER AS AUDIENCE MEMBERS STAND UP GASPING FOR AIR