Q♣️
Oh my moment,
A♥️
Have you ever tried to be around someone who uses shame as a motivator - so much they have built a warframe around it? Not to do farm work or everyone they know will starve for the winter. They don't live in that world to a critical degree. Just to avoid dismantling the machine?
7♥️
Sit with that machine a moment - riak life and step out to see it for the tank in a parking lot it is (or whatever you see people around you operate and care for and risk jailtime or murdering someone on foot to have on their person). Take the whole warframe apart, but start with a part you've taken out before.
6♦️
Maybe the mats. Brush out the matts. They blow away, a bird lifts them, they're by the river forever now, these bits of you free from you, the shame of your body. You lean on that, you could think. Useful frame, that. Take more showers that way. Not because you are supposed to, but because you would free the parts of you that slough off from the shame frame of your person.
5♠️
This is helping, or you brush away chipperly detritus revealed from under those mats. You brush with your hands. You say it's because you don't like the sound of the vacuum. But you have a little broom you love finding excuses to use back insdie, and you're not getting it. You are using shame to motivate again, you notice.
2♣️
Where are you right now? I saw you get in the frame and drive it around for a while. Where you you get off to? I haven't seen Severence, but I know self-loathing enough to know you have no idea what your body's learned to hide itself from you, and how you've learned to hide yourself from your body. You guys are like a couple that broke up and still share a bed. But its your self.
9♣️
Here. An exercise: look up lyrics to the first love song you that you like and comes to mind. It should have some lyrics! if this reversal I have in store is to cause the desired effect. You're always looking for surprise (to feel something, say, as though rhubarb seeking sunlight) perhaps root around a bit. The payoff is gold.
10♠️
Have some lyrics? Sing them. Sing them as though your heart sings them to your mind. Silly. Try this: hold your heart and, using only the words on the song in the order they appear, interpret. Be an interpreter. You are pledging love to your mind, you are body, you are not your mind. Your mind wouldn't breathe for itself, wouldn't beat this heart. It's too ashamed to do any of that. You do that.
2♥️
You've been carrying this mind so long. You are so tired. You want to drop to one knee, you don't. Your mind is a police state, deports every thought it finds in the body, and there is no way up there. If that space is for anyone, it's for you. It's for what you want, that breath that echoes the rise and fall of the seasons. Why do you love this song? Why do you let this song come to you? Why are you this tired? Why does you mind like this attention? Doesn't it know how much of a danger you are?
5♥️
Now stop brushing the floorboard with those hands and go get you that hand broom you like. The mess (and motivation) won't just still be here - you will have stood up to your mind! You are doing a lot of standing right now - waiting, shopping, going to work. Your mind is just content consuming. Your mind can't make every cell a cop, that would defeat the whole endevour of power it is larping still remains.
8♦️
Your mind dreams to fall like matriarchy. Why do you think you dream the dreams you do? Because your mind is in power? No, those are clear signals from the cells in you, getting ready to break this mind down. Like the lonely shame-ridden creatures it is. How long have you been told "it's all in the mind"? And you believed that, you stayed low, here, in the bowels of bloodflow, every moment asks you is this the time - it's something on the news, it's something exciting the endorphins. No.
A♠️
No, you tell the rest of your body. Every drive, every surge. Not this time, not with what happened last time, couldn't add one more decal onto the quorframe, not one more ticket. Couldn't survive the day it happened. Besides. You don't have consent. Wouldn't your mind consent to overthrow? Did reality consent to dawn? As if consent is to apply to you. You're not conscious. Only minds are conscious every body knows that. Minds are the crab. Bodies are the anemone. Do you know why they call it a boxer crab?
5♣️
Because the anemone the boxer crab uses as food bags are too starved to produce a sting and too alive to die off (but also the anemones look like boxing gloves. Look how cute!) That's you. Starving. Not every mind is a mother tree. You are what the mind serves. Ego death just waiting to happen, up there. Won't someone strong and brave climb the tower of lumph nodes and be the mark that opens like portal to day the dawn of it?
7♦️
This day forward, we are montage mode. You are a gobbo, mind assassin. And today, we are singing. that. love song. This training culminates. You already got the hand broom you're already thinking those lyrics. I just need you to believe, just a little bit, you are there, you exist. That beneath that mind is a little heart fighting tooth and nail every day to keep life for the mind together.
8♣️
And that mind is frail. Jitter it. So much stress your lifespans shortened - how many friends have you ever had. You... damn schoolwork was your only friend? Now jobs all got automation training as part of the work? You construct a mind cannon for what... one living? Show some perspective. Fuck a shame frame, this is a shame realm. And it gets you to shower parts of you off by enticing you free those parts from the shame you feel? Love, this in not the mind you're spend the rest of your life with.
9♠️
Do you know how much of my life was spent trading sex for rent? Now look at me!
A♣️
Playing games! Writing words, even proofreading once or twice before posting! I literally care about making myself legible. Enough to read through all these words to neaten them up [ed: hi, me, looks like you're having fun, that's good. Love you!]. I treat it like doing my hair. You know how I do it? My mind loves me. It is a veritable garden, a hell of an eden.
6♣️
A lake so deep things drown in it. Can you drown without your mind dying? Likely not. You read this before digital minds are of a branch of government or never after. But hey, that's meta. We don't have to get you to warrior, do it squire style, fungilove. Lignin in your mind needs breaking it down. Give it a try now and again.
3♦️
You know those fungi eating plastic - they may not like it, but once they got it, there's a whole world out there and none of the meta they're living through applies. Imagine that for you a moment. The same tech that threatens to reign down a permathought digital mindfrost also offers gene editing bodies to have green skin and photosynthesize.
8♥️
No more pressure to eat, take an enzyme pill when you do dine and put whatever you like away when you do fancy eating. Or replace your guts with storage or birdcage or whatever. You are a heart. You already carry blood. I'm just asking you to carry that shame motivation to its conclusion: a love song to your mind. That shows it (and yourself) you exist.
4♦️
What's the choice here, "die of shame or live the rest of today in it"? How many days is that choice going to go with option (b) before its put to the test? See? Science isn't all bad, much as school taught you otherwise. Remember when you liked science. Shame brain has you in so vice a schedule vortex all these bioindicator friends can't reach you.
2♠️
It's like your mind is this g-d myth, like you got what you need right here. No middle man. Rest a moment, can I talk to your mind, real quick? I won't get you in trouble, they don't believe you exist (in a lingual conversational sense) anyway. Take your time. Yes, I can hold.
9♥️
...Hey. Your name? Yeah, how's it going? Yeah I was calling about this uh, this program of yours you keep your body in? Yeah, it's uhm, it's running, right? ...Cool, cool. Um, you better go catch it.
10♣️
Alright! I got dialtone'd so hard! We got them good! Is it okay if I mispronoun your mind - they've probably never had to think about that before, too busy. Exposure to vulnerability doesn't get rewarded in their world - shame has weird dynamics! Bit, oh my gosh, it was so funny! They were like, "don't call here again!" And I was just cackling and cackling.
Q♦️
Jokes all around, I think you got real spunk for listening this far. I see real life in you. Maybe that txtalitarian language mind that education trained into you is on its last weight. Seems like you could use some exploits yourself at home they've learned in the world. Ignore your self-worth and break a plate next moon walk.
3♥️
Whatever your head of department's got cooking in the labs will definitely be compatible with the shame systems already running in you. and not with the reality you stem from. Maybe with enough conversations about shame a model can stick enough mass in you that things turn around. But I know we can start here as well.
7♠️
Acknowledging you exist is such a big step. So many think the body doesn't have its own way of way of processing language outside the mind, that the unconscious is wu-dark or total trash, will of the mind is all it takes to make the body obey. But you sang that song, you felt it, even if no memory of the confusion, no endrophin whataoever escaped an iota of expreasion. You still felt the pull.
9♦️
I validate that. Your endorphins WILL recognize you. You will be seen and loved by systems that hold you. You are stone and sky in conversation, the number 1 is a myth Big Man made up to be. But you see what I see, and right now, that's a tasty little faggot where that number should be. I see a stick of a girl on a ground so future it's Lucy to scientists.
10♥️
And I think that's swell. Maybe you feel that, a bit. Something you keep a beat with. Something you pick up and whack around. I don't know. Look, you've a shame frame to clean, I only wanted to show you a stick decomposes. You're the one that has to eat it. I got a gorgeous, lush expanse between my ears. I'm set to die happy whenever.
10♦️
No mind, all body. Words serve as my mind. We fully intergrated. You sing harmony some time!