Cancer, Technology and an Ineffable Visceral Space

GODS & RADICALS

Everyone was a cancer patient and everyone was–like all those people who go to cancer hospitals, have the best care in the entire fucking world and don’t make it–going to die. This was an all-consuming thought. And really, what was the point of it all? Why had I bothered to go through all that, if it was just going to be a less intense version of that for the rest of my time alive?

From Julian Langer

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I regularly commit what might be considered a severe social faux pas, though it is not really a blunder and I do not feel shame about it. This faux pas is that I mention, often too lightly, in conversation a subject matter often deemed too taboo for everyday conversation.

The subject matter is that which goths, nihilists and existentialists love to talk about – I talk about death.

From my mother’s death…

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  1. Have you ever considered that maybe the brain tumour or surgery fucked up your brain and that’s why you’re such a retarded wingnut? Maybe you’ve got some brain damage and that is why you’re such a fucking moron!

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