Originally Posted by Tabris
I read like nOne of this, except that which prompts me to say, I volunteer to be RNBs partner, if he'll accept me even though I am not an OH MALE.
This is how it's going to work.
You see, I am terribly afraid of my existence. Whenever I begin thinking about who I am, where am I, what is this object that I hold in my hand, what is my hand, I begin to feel it, the Nausea, the feeling that spreads at the bottom of the viscous puddle, at the bottom of our time--the time of purple suspenders and broken chair seats; it is made of wide soft instants, spreading at the edge, like an oil stain
. I need to forget about it, I need to forget about this question, and that is where you come in. I lose myself in you momentarily, and then I go back to pondering the nature of existence because it is inevitable that I will. I don't want to live; make me forget that I am, and you will serve your purpose. Most of all, we cannot tie ourselves down to each other for that would only lead to a defining of our essentia, the equivalent of death.