Parental cruise controls
Controls for the parental cruise
For the parietal cruise
Synapses for your parietal cruise
Your somatosensory apparatus
Your parental somatogenesis
You were the result, you see, of the aftermath of a terrible argument.
You came into this world as the inadvertent result of a rush of
neurotically released emotions. These emotions flowed into you at the
moment of conception. Formative years? Formative minutes, baby! Over
the course of several formative minutes, your DNA was assembled,
etched, and inscribed. A guy with a green shade visor rolled a big
vegas wheel, the kind with a dollar bill behind glass over each number,
he called out numbers -- it was like a casino in there, with the keno
board lightning up, and pit bosses scowling at gaudy dressed tourists
and so forth, and the money was your DNA. They took it in the counting
room, tallied it up, and sent it off to the mob bosses.
Down in the hinterlands of the womb, somewhere in the western sector of
the womb, this little space vehicle came in for a crash landing. This
tiny little alien swum through the muck of your mother and with blind
instinctive feelers latched on to the uterine wall and began to
parasite the life out of her. she had to generate enough life for two.
Birth is nothing but parthenogenesis, awful truth be told. It's mom
fissioning and reproducing. And sometimes poor Mary's got no life left
after reproducing too far. She's reproduced too far, beyond her
viability limit.
In the winterlands of the womb, the northern reaches of the womb, a
spacecraft transmits its morse.