"the culprit life"

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AURORA, Colo. — The text message, sent to another graduate student in early July, was cryptic and worrisome. Had she heard of “dysphoric mania,” James Eagan Holmes wanted to know?

The psychiatric condition, a form of bipolar disorder, combines the frenetic energy of mania with the agitation, dark thoughts and in some cases paranoid delusions of major depression.

She messaged back, asking him if dysphoric mania could be managed with treatment. Mr. Holmes replied: “It was,” but added that she should stay away from him “because I am bad news.”

It was the last she heard from him.

http://www.nytimes.com/2012/08/27/us/be ... wanted=all

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Dr Sax for me

the great world bosom snake

for a long time I have kept a file I call Murderers Row. For years I kept it with newspaper clippings in a manila folder, now it is in a folder on this computer.

It interests me, not the crime of murder interests me, the the perpetrator interests me. Not interested in the how, but the why. What is the soul of a man?

Thinking that our souls are feminine. Even the most macho Hollywood action hero. Maybe that is why some men go crazy. Can a man be born souless, can we be crazy from birth. OR Is it enculturated/inculturated in us.

lots of questions today as I look forward to life after studio eight.
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What is So New about Inculturation? - Page 7 - Google Books Result

books.google.com/books?isbn=8876526080
Ary A. Roest Crollius, Theoneste Nkéramihigo - 1991 - Religion - 54 pages
The transposition from the anthropological “enculturation” to the missiological “
inculturation” can be considered as an application of the principle of analogy.

[zero_hero]

DR Sax:
"I'll be damned, the universe disposes of its own evil!"

[zero_hero]

"the culprit life"

Had she heard of “dysphoric mania,” CNN

"I'll be damned, the universe disposes of its own evil!"

If I could learn to play the saxophone like kerouac


he knew he was falling off the edge of his mind

what was behind him caught up to him, and he was following it. must have been like a dead man walking, thinking, killing.

so many missed chances to help him, people reached out to him, but still . . .

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Had she heard of “dysphoric mania,” — CNN

What was behind him caught up to him, and he was following it. must have been like a dead man walking, thinking, killing.

He knew he was falling off the edge of his mind
so many missed chances to help him, people reached out to him, but still . . .

If I could learn to play the saxophone like kerouac
"I'll be damned, the universe disposes of its own evil!" — Dr Sax

"strangers had forced him to live in his head"
or maybe it was death lizards from outer space
or maybe the twinkie defense
too many Subway sandwhiches
Colorado his lawyers don't have to prove he was crazy,
the state has to prove him sane.


Why am I interested in this?
Why am I posting it here?
Why is this night different than all other nights?

Why do I think of that Emily Dickinson poem when I think of him? feminine psyche.

[zero_hero]

"he was drifting apart"

he was a familiar sight around town, on his bicycle dangling a Subway sandwich bag from the handle bars.

How long have I been afraid of crowds. A long time now I dread being out.
I need to get out more. Go see a movie, or a ballgame, surround myself with people. I miss that job on the bus. It was my ticket to the world, the real world outside this screen here.


Not much coming out about his libido unlike Breivik,

in the meantime
back at the oasis the Arabs were eating their dates and
Rommel drives deep into Eygpt

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a world without fear
without pretense

when we have settled accounts with reality

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settle on reality
or settle for reality

“And then the dreams break into a million tiny pieces. The dream dies. Which leaves you with a choice: you can settle for reality, or you can go off, like a fool, and dream another dream.”


― Nora Ephron, Heartburn

[jackofnightmares]

Strangers Camus
Looking for Mr Good-bar
the movie

conspiracy theories
I know someone who is taken up by them, so hard to listen to her and not get sideways to her. Humor is always the best response I guess. But some yin/yang principle in me wants to protect her from them. I only hope for her that Thoreau was right: "it is never too late to get over your prejudices"

what hell is this all about the culprit life and conspiracy theories?

when life becomes a conspiracy sounds like a Vonnegut novel, where life was found guilty and it was confiscated by the court.