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#42
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08-02-2018, 02:01 AM
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Re: Man Repeatedly Stabbed in the Neck + Mouth Full of Blood
It's like the lowest threshold that could be considered a sign of life. If I lead a platoon of Ecuadorean Marines in a surreptitious amphibious raid on the Isabela Island compound of an evil mutant clone of Charles Darwin, and he sends a particularly bloodthirsty mutant Marcheda lava lizard that smashes a Marine's head and splatters his brain on the shell of an unsuspecting Galapagos tortoise, and at the same time a fiendish mutant blue-footed booby rips the same poor bastards heart from his chest with its dagger-like beak, he may afterward present agonal breathing. Is he alive? I don't know, and it's a pointless philosophical debate that no one cares about because it does not matter, but I really wanted to say blue-footed booby.
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#43
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08-02-2018, 02:25 AM
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Re: Man Repeatedly Stabbed in the Neck + Mouth Full of Blood
If I were to open up a breastaraunt, I would have all the waitresses in thigh-high blue stockings, black thongs, white tops, and black wedding gloves. I’d call it Blue-Footed Boobies. Because Hooters and Twin Peaks are just too subtle. |
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#45
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08-02-2018, 03:49 AM
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Re: Man Repeatedly Stabbed in the Neck + Mouth Full of Blood
The notion of fight or flight is only half true. There are two other F word instinctive responses to trauma. The most common is to freeze. Instead of adrenaline the brain releases a shit ton of dopamine or some other feel good chemical. The silver lining is that a victim in this case has very little feeling and is pretty much high as a kite when they go. It’s not exactly a feel good sensation, but the brain turns off the natural nervous impulses, which would be unimaginable pain. When your subconscious knows you’re going to die it pumps you full of the feel goods... And that brings us to the fourth and final F word. That’s to fuck. Trauma for some folks gets the juices really flowing and their instinct is to fornicate. Those weirdo suspension asshats fit in that category. As do I. As do, I’m sure, many people here. Trauma in that case is an aphrodisiac that makes you get your flirt on. When I was a younger tike, I had an acquaintance who sold a certain product. He scammed another acquaintance out of 800 dollars, whom I’d loaned some furniture to when they moved into a new place. I was the only connection between the dealer and the furniture borrower. Long story short, I was tricked into going to pick up the couch and was jumped by three men in the apartment; it was this dude named Spoon and two other assailants. At one point in this altercation Spoon had a knife to my abdomen and he said if I didn’t have the 800 dollars by the end of the night... and I said “you’ll what? Kiss me?” And he hit me across the face. Then I said “Mmm... is that it?” And I pantomimed jacking off. As one does in these situations. There was a bit of a row after this when this asshole’s two friends beat me until I tapped out and I shit myself. I asked if they wanted to continue after dinner and I got a change of pants and low and behold, they let me go back to my place to change! I called the police and it turned into a SWAT situation. My parents and girlfriend showed up and i got my skull checked out by the ambulance and they checked my place for drugs... all before I could change my fucking drawers! Point is, people react in many ways to these situations. Spoon could have cut my dick off and fed it to me and I’d have had little recourse. I was out numbered and I was a scrawny pussy who was more known for starting fights with my mouth than finishing them with my fists. And I probably would have mocked Spoon with my mouthful of my own cock because that’s what my brain tells me to do. I’m glad I didn’t have to, but if the opportunity ever arises again I’ll be sure to ask them to record it and upload it to DR when they’re done. I will not have my death wasted on people who mourn me when I know there’s people out there who’ll really enjoy it. FWIW |
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#46
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08-04-2018, 01:08 AM
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Re: Man Repeatedly Stabbed in the Neck + Mouth Full of Blood
Wanting to bang your attacker sounds like one of those theorized accidental neural connections that form between adjacent, unrelated parts of the brain. Like, for instance, foot fetishes. A significant percentage of men find feet sexually exciting, which makes no goddamn sense in terms of adaptation. However, the current thinking is that the phenomenon is caused by an accidental connection between a part of the limbic lobe responsible for sex stuff and, right on top of it, a section of the cerebral cortex associated with the motor functions of the feet and ankles. I think about this quite often here because of all the weirdos who fetishize corpses |
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#47
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08-04-2018, 02:41 AM
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Re: Man Repeatedly Stabbed in the Neck + Mouth Full of Blood
You might be right, though I don’t think the psychological “fuck” response to trauma necessarily is referring to wanting to fuck your attacker. It’s more of an excitement/arousal response. You can look at in relation to other potentially traumatic things too. Roller coasters, for example. Most often people are categorized as either afraid or unafraid. That’s your basic fight or flight dynamic. Getting more specific there are people who get to the front of the line and just can’t do it, they lock up or freak out and get pushed through the exit to never ride it (freeze), there are people who ride it in terror and afterward never again and do everything they can to avoid a rollercoaster (flight), people who ride it and scream and the more they do it the less scared they become until it’s as normal as tying a shoe (fight), and the people who will do anything to get their heart rate pumping and love the adrenaline and can’t get enough of it (fuck). It’s not that you want to fuck you’re attacker, it’s more that it feels like you already are. I guess that’s kind of what you mean, but I want to emphasize that it isn’t a sexual desire, just a similar chemical response. Like eating ice cream or streaking or driving really fast with the windows down. When I was in my twenties I was mauled by a dog and had to get stitches down my face and a plastic surgeon had to reattach my lower lip. I made jokes and laughed with everyone that night and refused pain meds because I didn’t think I’d ever get the experience twice and I didn’t want to miss it the first time. That’s a fuck response. |