The pit.

luka

luka

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Can knock the stuffing out a man when he's on a run and no one is going woo, yeah, that's it, sock it to em.
 
luka

luka

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Negative re
mvuent said:
thats just a training phase that started and ends this year though. it would be cool to do something eventually that's like hymnen for the internet era.
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I think I demanded other life do me an hour long piece. He left the forum then. Maybe you can take his place.
 
shiels

shiels

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Totally agree. I do try to work against my nature to allow the woo yeah. I think I’m sometimes quite good at it actually, for a man
 
luka

luka

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I would say out of our current crew you're very near the top if not at the very pinnacle at being able to express appreciation of another man. Absolutely vital for the proper functioning of the machine.
 
Corpsey

Corpsey

bandz ahoy
luka said:
It happens with your face too. It's why it seems we can age ten years over night. You go ten years without noticing anything. Life is basically unconscious darkness lit up intermittently by a lucid flare, revealing utter horror and degradation.
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😆
 
Corpsey

Corpsey

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Really good thread this, especially as it's about 30% about me.

I'm currently in the pit. Winter doesn't help. I forced myself to go climbing today and although I didn't enjoy it at all, filled me with bitterness etc. I think it did help me feel better afterwards.

I spent the evening making soup, getting stoned and watching crap on TV. Same thing as the pit itself but it feels not like but more like returning to the cave after a productive days hunt than dying in the cave as the wind howls outside.

The pit yes

And the pendulum that takes you out and plops you back in there
 
Corpsey

Corpsey

bandz ahoy
luka said:
My focus here was on mapping the terrain, rather than badgering Corpsey. How it feels to be here, a precise, conscious phenomenological mapping.
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This is interesting

Is it a constant diffusion of perception, so that it never settles on anything long enough to see it clearly

Or is it a narrowing, a tunnelling of perception, so that everything outside of that focus are blurry, you can't spot the crumbs on the carpet

It's a sinking into self-indulgence, a safe and undemanding place
 
wektor

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WashYourHands said:
The pit. It’s in everyone’s soul. Everyone gets touched by it or pulled into it to varying degrees. Uncle Fester, as an ex called it. If I stay away from booze, ballast rights itself. These last few smouldering summers have been primo cold drink seasons and what’s better than popping a bottle or 3 of your favourite poisons on such days?

Summer 1998. Similar scenario. In the arboretum with mates. Bag of tinnies tucked out of the sunlight. Pop the first can. Mmmmm, tastes of......cold. Glug away. Everything’s fine. Sun block on, ”x” is due with some gear too. Christ that first one was deliciously cold. What about another? Just one more (LIAR, YOU’RE LYING TO YOURSELF). Is there a more honourable way to serve the sun god? Grip a glass off the table next to us. Pour slowly, keep the head to a minimum. Civilised. Feel myself perking up, sitting upright now as the (STFU YOU SELF DELUDING CUNT) first one hits the subliminal threshold. Lovely day today. Look at the sky (YEAH YEAH, YOU KNOW WHAT’S COMING, DON’T YOU CUNT). Play keepy-ups with mates for ten minutes, get up to 20 and give up. Student lasses for miles. Where are my beers? Bust another ring-pull back, a magical sound. Enchantment through acoustics. Flop back in the chair and .....fade to black.

Wake up the next day. Something’s immediately wrong. Blood on the pillow. You what? Can’t think. Wherewhowhathowwhy? Try to reach my phone. Arm and hand trembles, grazed knuckles and I can taste blood too, pain coming in from above my eyebrow, cheek and lips. Fuck, must have banged into something. Can’t focus. Feel crumpled metal by my knee, is that a can? Spot a wrap on the bedside table. Jesus. Peer into the phone to attempt a decryption of memory loss. Oh no: “You fucking cock, no need for all of that was there. We’re all banned from the Vernon now and Mexxy‘s in central’s cells. Don’t phone. You’ve got a problem. Fix it”.

3 beers a year or less since (including the millennium), pit not remotely as regular.
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did not know WYH was a character in the Disco Elysium universe
 
craner

craner

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I'm currently in the pit. Winter doesn't help. I forced myself to go climbing today and although I didn't enjoy it at all, filled me with bitterness etc. I think it did help me feel better afterwards.

I spent the evening making soup, getting stoned and watching crap on TV. Same thing as the pit itself but it feels not like but more like returning to the cave after a productive days hunt than dying in the cave as the wind howls outside.
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I would just like to say, and I really mean this, that @Corpsey is one of the most sophisticated and sensitive souls on this forum. His fixation with the more squalid realities of life and his catastrophic lack of self-esteem is actually the sign of a highly refined sensibility struggling for self-determination.
 
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