Part One:
Part Two:
You know in Portal, the creepy graffiti on the walls?
Here's a snippet:
"Because I could not stop for Death,
He kindly stopped for me;
The cube had food and maybe ammo.
And immortality."
This is actually a twist of Emily Dickinson's poem, "
"Because I could not stop for Death—
He kindly stopped for me—
The Carriage held but just Ourselves—
And Immortality."
Part Three:
Everyone can taste sugar. But do you know all of the elements that make up sugar, and the flavour of each element alone? And what if you could? Would this ability - no, not ability - necessity, inescapable necessity to dissect that which is sugar make your experience of sugar any more pleasurable? Or would it distract you to the point of no longer tasting the sugar at all, but instead the acids and other less than savory elements simultaneously, each flavour, and each flavour within each flavour, vying for dominance until you are gagging, chockin, gasping for air . . . until sugar is no longer sugar but something awful and confusing and impossibly complex, infecting your tongue and your body and finally your brain and all you want is water?
But what is in the water? What is it made of and where did it come from and why does it hurt?
What depths of horror. . . black, revolting, deadly horror might one experience were one's base ingredients not sugar, but, perhaps, ash. . . or metal shavings . . . or blood?
Ophelia drowned, they say . . . drowned herself, herself drowned, drowned in senses, drowned in sounds, drowned in voices, unhappy and unheard . . .
We are machines, all of us . . .
And what does a machine do when too much is assigned to it? When too much coal, too much ink, too much information is forced violently through its channels?
Why, it stutters, it chockes, and, finally, it shuts down.
Where do they put the broken mahines?
There is only one place.
From the Asylum for Wayward Victorian Girls,
Emily (with a 'y')
... it's funny.
,
. John Constantine, asshole.
That's right, I use a CD player... in my car.
. But I have seen 
, and believe me when I say that this rings true true true as blue.
