Mom is stoned.
“What kind of mushrooms did you put in the mushroom sauce?”
Trip ≠ High
Food is fucking weird
Pre-vegan thoughts.
I feel for mom. I want to be vegan but I hate legumes. So instead of becoming protein deficient because I refuse to eat beans, I’ll just wait for lab-grown meat to finally get USDA (FDA?) approval.
Even chickpeas, lentils, or peanuts? I dislike western beans but I’m fine with these others which are (IMO) quite superior.
Especially chickpeas, lentils, and peanuts. Peanut butter is alright, though.
Valid!
There are many more vegetal protein sources though, and if you really can’t bear those either just eat eggs
Then they would be vegetarian, not vegan
Tofu, seitan, synthesized pea or soy protein… where I live, you can get vegan nonfat skyr that tastes every bit as funky as real skyr, and although it does have a hollow, oaty aftertaste, you can counter it pretty easily by adding a fat (I tend to carefully temper melted vegan butter and just add that) or using it with something (like jam, oats, and wheat germ/flaxseed) or as a thickener/creamy/cultured element in a recipe
I avoid soy protein because I heard it can promote estrogen production. Correct me if I’m wrong.
Plus I just like steak and octopus too much. I’ll wait for lab-grown meat.
That estrogen thing is wrong. There’s more estrogen in the meat people consume, far more, and you never hear anyone about that.
If you’re worried about stuff like that, you’d do much better avoiding PFAS, which can affect male fertility. And cause cancer and a bunch of other diseases.
That’s a misunderstanding due to the term phytoestrogens, afaik.
Or pre-hunter.
I’m pretty weirded out by everyone in this thread saying Mom is high as fuck or having a mental break because this feels like a pretty normal series of thoughts to me, and not like something that would be distressing or brought on by distress.
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Post the spider poem
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Well at least it’s out there, thanks :)
The shift in the unseen eyes as the thread takes hold, suffocating and spinning; a meal for me, an annoyance for you. In the corners you don’t check, a cornucopia of opportunity as yet another morsel is discarded, attracting them by the droves, your apathy to your own glutton as forgotten as the coconut you keep under your bed. (And, scene.)
It does probably help a lot with poetry, too, to look at the world for what it is, rather than navigating it on auto-pilot.
I think you hit the nail on the head here. Very few people are capable of examining their loop for what it really is, let alone going off autopilot.
You’re just casually slogging through dissociative existentialism on a regular basis?
You guys are getting through?
If you’re going through hell…
Keep going. Why would you stop in hell?
Aren’t we all?
Who said anything about a regular basis?
a pretty normal series of thoughts
The person I was replying to.
It was for me too. That’s why I opt for the tofu now.
Also, what’s wrong with being high as fuck?
I think it’s more that this is from ‘mom’ as in, the parental figure, which is usually the recipient of existential dread of their kids, rather than the one expressing it onto them.
Having them? Sure.
Mom is beginning to see through her cultural conditioning to things that the owner class meant to be invisible. Mom is made of meat and the flesh on her table was once an individual like her, maybe even a mom like her, and Mom let herself become complicit in a system that makes one victim the victim of another victim all for the enrichment of the cruel and hateful creatures with economic power.
This goes back way further than ownership. We’re talking millions of years. Dinosaurs feasting on dinosaurs. We’re a little speck of dust on a speck of dust in the blink of an eye to the vast, uncaring universe.
John Capitalism invented eating in 1901. Open your mind. Breathe.
We are the universe just as much as anything else. And this universe is likely teeming with life, at least this planet is. Therefore, the universe very much cares.
Fallacy of composition. A car’s tires are made of rubber, doesn’t mean the whole car is made of rubber. Caring is a thing individuals do, not the systems they belong to.
We’re all living in a capitalist society. Does that mean capitalism cares?
Fucking hell, man. I’m already depressed enough as it is.
Right?
I’m already in a perpetual exesential crisis. I don’t need more reason to be.
That’s because it is poetry. Mom might need a psych eval, but it’s still poetry (and I love it).
// I cooked a steak tonight // and was feeling alien // // How weird this gross piece // of cold raw flesh // on a cold plate is // // and I was thinking // I am just an animal // with the luxury of packaged flesh // and is it human flesh? // Like // I wouldn't know // We just believe it's a cow but // // we don't // // have fucking proof // // of anything // // // The knife went through the same // // as if it was my own leg // // -MomThe various spacings make this read to me like a William Shatner impression
Trying desperately to recall AP English classes to remember which poet was particularly renowned for doing unusual spacing and alignment in poems like this. Hemmingway?
ee cummings?
THAT’S THE GUY
Thank you!
Interesting, I didn’t know there was actually a guy kind of famous for that. These days, it always feels like a bit of a meme, like,
oh i wrote my text in a way that made you read it different now its pohetrykbyethx
Behutiful
Some Ezra guy?
Sounds like mom just took a hit of some gooooood shit.
Don’t you go aristotling on me
Is this your mum?
From the moment I understood the weakness of my flesh, it disgusted me. I craved the strength and certainty of steel. I aspired to the purity of the Blessed Machine. Your kind cling to your flesh, as though it will not decay and fail you. One day the crude biomass you call a temple will wither, and you will beg my kind to save you. But I am already saved, for the Machine is immortal… Even in death I serve the Omnissiah.
I been procrastinating this translation for a while but now warhammer and poetry are in the same context, I simply have to.
(In case you wanna listen to it)
I want to be mechanized.
vroom, vroom, vroom!
clank clank clank!I want to be mechanized.
This [feeling] comes from my brain, from my flesh, from my bones.
I go mad to get my hands on every dynamo.
My saliva-covered tongue is licking copper wires.
The auto-draisine in my veins is chasing down locomotives.vroom,
vroom!clank clank clank!
I want to be mechanized.
Certainly I will find a solution to this.
And then I will be content only
the day I mount a turbine in my abdomen, and
append a double-propulsor on my tailplane!vroom vroom
clank clank clank!I want to be mechanized!
- Nazim Hikmet, 1923. Makinalaşmak İstiyorum.
Thank you for this!
Thank you
Someone got into the edibles lol
Deep Thoughts by Werner Herzog.
omnivore realises the cognitive dissonance required to consume meat :P
I don’t think anything should suffer unnecessarily (so most of the meat industry is of course terrible), but anything without sapience, and doesn’t have a sense of self or concept of time isn’t much different to plants to my mind. I don’t think there’s any cognitive dissonance inherent in eating meat in general.
You probably also wouldn’t appreciate my stance on how little I care about a human infant’s life.
Every mammal possesses sapience and a robust concept of time and self.
You are a bad person for eating meat just as I am. For the selfish desire of our own pleasure and simplicity of nutrition, we cause immense suffering and death at a scale and acuity worse than the holocaust. There is no way to rationalize eating meat in modern society as anything but catastrophically unethical.
Don’t rationalize your way out of it, accept that it makes us bad people and try to do something about it.
Holy moral absolutism batman, this barely reaches Sunday School levels of ethical thought. I’m a strong proponent of abandoning animal product dependence but poor-puppy-dog arguments drive me nuts.
For starters, every living being has a prerogative to survive and propagate its genetic pattern; pleasure and pain are base mechanisms for that. I personally refuse to believe that there is anything inherently bad about the existence of pain any more than the existence of pleasure is inherently good. Our human aversion to inflicting undue pain is natural as prosocial animals but that doesn’t make it morally just or our tolerances for violence absolute.
Our reactions to violence aren’t universal because every plant and animal has a set of characteristics which overlap with human characteristics to varying degrees. Those overlap very little with plants, more with mammals, even more with domesticated animals (selected for prosocial traits) and most with primates.
Moreover, our sensitivity to those traits is highly personal, depending on the context of our exposure to them. If your only exposure to non-human mammals is pet dogs then you’ll obviously draw parallels when you see cattle with eyelashes and fur and tails. If you have to deal with dangerous feral dogs and nuisance vermin then you won’t have the same sensitivity to those traits.
Our society exists at the expense of other forms of life, either directly (animal husbandry) or indirectly (habitats disrupted by our infrastructure). So saying nobody should eat meat because it causes suffering doesn’t say anything about universal ethics, it’s an unexamined exclamation that tells more about your existential dissonance than mine.
Before you dive into an argument about minimizing suffering, let’s look closer at this part:
There is no way to rationalize eating meat in modern society as anything but catastrophically unethical
Humans have already destroyed many food chains, usually by eliminating apex predators. If there’s nothing to hold the deer population in check, native plants will be decimated and the ecosystem will collapse. Humans are left in the position of culling them as the apex predator, the violence must happen either way.
How could eating the meat be “catastrophically unethical” in that situation? That’s the expected flow of the food chain. Is it better to self-flagellate by disposing of ready calories; wasting water + topsoil + time to turn it into a vegan food?
Putting aside “humans greedy and meat bad”, let’s examine a fun part of your argument:
we cause immense suffering and death at a scale and acuity worse than the holocaust
We have 8 billion megafauna primates on our pale blue dot. Any pain we inflict is necessarily going to be at an immense scale. The scale has no ethical bearing unless you’re arguing against utility derived, in which case a genocide is infinitely worse because we derive no utility from it.
Unless you have allergies and can’t eat dairy or beans. Really cuts out all the good protein sources.
Counterpoint: shut up.
*Gulps and almost chokes on triple-bacon-beefy-saiyan-deluxe*
“Finally!”
I personally draw the line at ability to be in pain/suffering, rather than self-awareness. And so trying to minimise the suffering I cause to other beings, within practical limits - living in a capitalist society, everything I buy or use was at least partially made available by human exploitation.
But back to animals, I do agree that, say, a prawn is most likely capable of less suffering, than say, a cow or chicken, since their nervous system and “psychology” (if a prawn even has such) is much simpler. So if someone was truly forced to eat animal protein for health reasons (with the assumption that human health is of elevated priority over animal suffering), then I do think that eating animals of lower ability for suffering is more ethical than those with higher. Both prawns and cows can feel bodily pain, but animals with higher cognitive abilities are probably also harmed by all the ways in which factory farming stops them from being able to express their natural behaviours.
I am of mixed attitudes towards treating animals and humans on the same priority scale. My emotional affection to people I know and my awareness of societal norms tend to make me shy away from saying that a fetus/newborn or a person with profound intellectual disability are potentially less capable of non-pain suffering than a cow or a dog, but intellectually it would only be consistent reasoning. (Same with drawing parallels between human slavery and animal captivity and exploitation.)
Checkmate badgers.
that lady is dissociating. get her some therapy.
Fuck that, get her elected
Is your mom channeling Phillip K Dick?
OP’s mom definitely has a lot of dick in her, if that’s what you’re asking.
I place the rotisserie chicken onto the cutting board and grab one wing firmly, then with a practiced hand, twist and dislocate the wing from its shoulder. I pause for a moment to look at the joints in my own fingers, then continue to dismember the rest of the chicken with my bare hands.
