Never Making Eye Contact with Identically Torn TrampolinesA Story by Gaston VillanuevaAn analysis of Maslow's hierarchy of human needsChildren are just slightly tweaked versions of prior generations. The human itself continues to crave homogenized sleep while the kid does that and the kid does this. From my vantage point, the food we consume has immense leverage. Fill my organism with Black History Month otter pops and quench my thirst with religious undertones. Enter my house of cards and perch cozily by my fire in the ordinary sense of the word. The air I breathe, the air I see, the air I hold separate in my mind away from my body. The schizophrenic sensuality of humans, fueled by high-octane youth culture, makes us question what doing the wild thing really does to the guy that likes reading the terms and agreements of contracts. These biological and physiological needs are planned. No, but they worked out great. I have to pee or maybe I don’t. As it rains bullets of intellectual fraud, I sit and amuse myself with thoughts of the Apollo program. It’s too late for security, my mind has already been mined. The intermingling of the real with the unreal is dexterous and Friday happens. Having someone tell you that they saw Roman Holiday when it first came out and going to the cinema to watch it again, 56 years later, feels very surreal. What good is order when there are illusionary correlations between playing with my cognitive development and my freedom from fear? As stable as a wobbling chair. I think about that night from time to time which is something lawyers probably laugh at. Friendship is how ideas hitchhike from one mind to the next. We had a mutual mistake of fact, however, P.F. Chang’s is about as Asian as I am. I don’t expect you to get it but I’ll continue to explore human emotions like caves while Walter Kronkite narrates my every move. Being attracted to a polar opposite is like being in a sting operation that’s gone bad because the capital of California is c. I step on awkward situations, like gum, and meet people that more or less are moral less. His role model was Miles Davis so I listened to jazz 4 a bit. People like having someone to blame. How’s your mint ice cream? Existential. She said she doesn’t hate her life, just herself. To that I say anything is possible when the protagonist of your story is a mind. The owner of Shell was there when they first found oil in Azerbaijan. Be carefully reckless and give off inherent contradictions like God at a frat party. Computers were almost called Turring machines. I’ve been reset back to default position and pay attention to novelty. You’re beyond my technical knowledge and I’m only being slightly facetious. Nothing, just chilling in a line. The prestige and status that Nobu has as he stares at the Mona Lisa every night with a Cognac and a cigar is the Rosetta Stone of finessing the plug. I put foil on my head so you can’t hear my brain waves. Obsession: a persistent and unwanted thought. If Queen Elizabeth hadn’t sunk the Spanish Armada, we’d all be speaking Spanish right now. Mirá vos, que raro como las cosas salen aveces. Nothing is constant. Everything is constantly changing. We have the power to write our speech and send it 2000 years into the future. Blitz my mind like a 1% conclusion but don’t question my fascination with the irrational. Marie Symeou said we do not create life, we create death. Insanity is like a paradise for hopelessly resolvable Santa letters. Life to me is arbitrary to you. Maslow. Blitz my mind with sloppy seconds of Alien scout cookies and the idea that I’m the vocabulary I use when I don’t try to sound smart. By nature, humans take on interpretations that favor themselves. Reinvent the wheel, no? People lie and celebrate what we don’t know. Who’s driving your story? Metaphysical naturalism is more amorphous than selling fun or having a mutual mistake of fact. Enjoy the types of impossibility.
© 2015 Gaston VillanuevaAuthor's Note
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