Tuesday, October 27, 2026

The ubiquitous language of our planet


The Stoned Ape theory posits that the giant evolutionary leap made by homo sapiens from primitive hunter-gatherers to agricultural and social and technological beings capable of reason, empathy, and existential neurosis is due the the discovery and ingestion of psilocybin (magic mushrooms), mescaline (from the peyote cactus), and other naturally-occurring hallucinogens. The theory, first proposed by ethnobotanist Terrence McKenna, was largely denounced by the scientific community at large. That is, until the late 2020’s.

With the FDA’s rescheduling of many psychoactive substances and their use in medical settings and their positive effects on numerous maladies ranging from manic depression to hearing loss, the Stoned Ape Theory saw a growing resurgence among scientists using these substances in animal, and human, research. 

One-such scientist, a [trailblazer] in her field, was Dr. Millie Froelich. A marine biologist, Dr. Froelich specialized in the study of cephalopods—mainly the squid and octopus. As the Stoned Ape theory gained [purchase] in human studies, many scientists, including Dr. Froelich, began testing the effects of hallucinogens on other species. 

A famous study of MDMA used on the common octopus (Octopus vulgaris) in the early 2020’s showed that the normally solitary and fiercely territorial creatures became amiable and even affectionate towards other mollusks while under the effects of the drug. A minor sensation fluttered through the marine biology community when a video was released that showed two adult octopuses appearing to hug and caress each other in a lab in Portugal.

The Stoned Ape theory of gaining advanced knowledge through ingesting psychoactive substances was mostly a failure in non-human species. While a majority of the animal kingdom seemed to be at the end of the tether of their biological evolution, a few exceptions made for startling discoveries. Chimpanzees, dolphins, ravens and crows—already proven to have higher mental capacities than most animal groups—made incredible strides with the use of hallucinogens. 

The most meaningful discovery, of course, was inter-species communication. Years of dosing the animals combined with intense training resulted in humans being able to “speak” (albeit rudimentarily) with some animals. The ubiquitous language of our planet turned out to be morse code. Lacking advanced vocal capabilities, chimpanzees learned to “oink,” dolphins learned to clap, and corvids learned to tap and scratch their beaks in long and short bursts to communicate with humans. While this didn’t quite add up to being able to have full on conversations with other species, we were able to ask simple binary’s, yes and no questions, and get a vague sense of what it was like to live as a dolphin, corvid, or ape. 


A child should be surrounded by books, which will inspire ideas. Like Clifford the Big Red Dog, and Goosebumps. 


Sloth preserves calories. It’s the least sinful of the seven sins. 


Everyone occasionally thinks: “Can it all be about me, for just five more minutes?” 


I am fresh death flesh breath. There is something haunting everyone.  


Get to a point where every song you hear takes on the same meaning. 


What do you get up each day wanting to do? What directs your actions, especially impulsive ones? What gives you satisfaction at the end of each day? What feeling at your core do you feel to be self-evident? Why are your beliefs important to you? 


Being polite is uncomfortable. 


I’m a binge thinker. 


You may wonder where the good memories go, since the bad ones never die. 


You’ve got me right where I want you. 


Sometimes, your spirit is abundant, other times (most times), it is defeated, and give off a bad energy. When you try to accept your spirit while it is high and alive, negative emotions like regret tear it back down. Regret over past things is with you wherever you go. You must practice conquering regret, and not be shameful of your abundant spirit, because when it is alive it radiates positive energy. People enjoy being around you when you are not focused on yourself, when you are beyond the fatality of shame. You should not be ashamed of your past or yourself. You should not be ashamed to exude your positively radiant spirit. Everyone has this spirit, I am not purporting that you are special. However, you might feel like you have a tougher time getting past your ennui and self-centeredness than most people you know. 

Somedays you wake up feeling like death, even though all you did the night before be was read. You need to do more before your heart gets too soft and weak. You need to think you have a purpose. Your self-absorbed state is cold, isolated, and mostly bar the occasional sound of being laughed at. Eventually, you will realize that these laughing voices are saying, “Get your head out of your ass and come join the fun”.  When you think that everyone is out to get you, and you are living on the remnants of good times passed, you must face those regrets and ask: Why am I an ass?


Go with the third idea.


Follow the path of most resistance. 


You can feel hostile, it is a perfectly natural emotion. 

Monday, October 26, 2026

Identity Acquisition Alert



Why is the darkness in your bedroom different from that of the rest of the house? Is it the glow from the alarm clock? But you don’t own an alarm clock. You don’t own any clocks. No use in keeping the time, since Janus left. What was the thing she left you for? Some middle-management clone. Face as unmemorable as its name. What exactly did Janus find attractive in that blur of banal expressions and coifed fur?  

Consistency. Eagerness to please the people that mattered. 

You never gave yourself the time to work on your Learning and Adapting Potential. Always hoarding the free hours in search of useless ideas. Now you have all the time in the world, inside this dark house, utterly alone. Where has all that inventiveness gone to? 

It must have left with Janus. You must have needed the contention, the heated quarrels and embarrassed apologies. The make-up sex. 

You realize that it is futile to pursue your passions now that you have been kicked from that once-secure spot on the pyramid of needs. It’s only in the absence of Janus that you can recognize the void she filled, and that missing feeling, or filling, you now know, is called love. 

It didn’t seem like love, especially near the end. But that’s because you didn’t recognize the signs of dwindling in Janus’ void, even though she supplied you with adequate hints. Hints that, when they did break through your oblivious fog, you took as nagging. The shrewd grumblings of an oversensitive partner. 

Well, look where all that stoic smugness got you. Alone in an empty house, with a mind so shackled by shame and regret that the only ideas that warrant motivation are those involving guns, pills, and razor blades. You haven’t looked at yourself in the mirror in months, and don’t even know if you remember how to smile. 

The darkness in the house reflects the hole in your heart, just like the lack of clocks tells us your time has passed. What can you offer the world in your current state? 

You are a shell of a man, and the tide is coming to wash you away. They should be outside your house, now. Don’t worry, your pain and fear and shame and guilt will soon be… harvested.


This Identity Acquisition Alert is brought to you by the State Oversight Bureau. Protecting us from ourselves and occasionally others. If you or someone you know is experiencing deviant or subnormal adaptation behavior contact the bureau by going to www.SOB.gov or shouting into the nearest open sewer. 

Stateliness be with you, and also with me. 

Thursday, February 10, 2022

Review: Gnome, Robert Lunday

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"Children don't pretend, the way most adults do, that they're in one world only, the world of laws and daylight and mapped dimensions. They oblige you to enter their worlds, straddle the abysses, and enjoy with them the colored lights that spark below." 

Maybe it's because I'm near the cusp of a plus-1 in the household that I decided to reread this slim, dense work that resided in my bathroom for a solid three-months back when it was released through the potent Black Sun Lit imprint. Back then I was trying to assemble a pompous pamphlet of triviality, and turned to Gnome during my extended bladdery contemplations, highlighting and marginalizing brief-but-obese aphorisms that dragged me back down to earth. 

Lunday leads us through a gnomic, nomadic, no-man'd-land of cranial geodesy. His rhetorical cartography paints a path of colored lights and stomach-minds and two-headed children, defects and perversions and fasciabaubles, those parasites of physiognomy that a compound-eye of vanity mirrors would miss. He excavates the battlefields of Gombrowicz and the Greeks and comes up Blossoms. He relates the fits and starts of of civilization to the complexion of our collective mask. Rilkean stuff. 

"Lifting the faces like layers: shaped as a cinematic, not a surgical gesture. Movies always lift faces, put masks of generality on the viewer: a mirror-worm, tunneling fantasy into vision. But the mirror collapses back into sand." 

Gnome is an exegesis of the richest poetic subject to which reveries have swooned from Mimnermus to MF DOOM. The crags and burrows of expression are excavated, and Lunday takes us deeper than any into those endless depths. Chew on this like wine, like your chapped lip, like oxygen after being rescued. 

"Her perfume was the sense of something just the other side of dying. Beautiful poison, beautiful to the deeper brain beneath seeing, where only an odor of the world gets in: nostalgia, the way home, the past with a thatched roof." 

Monday, December 28, 2020

The space is closing

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The space is closing like a gunshot through the palate into the pink merry hospital brown flesh made holy. 

Burn it along with the rest of the evidence. 

Sequester yourself under the mountain shade, inside an elm. A sideways face naked as a moth. 

We totally used condoms, said the daughter to the Mothman. 

He's freaking his tits off. 

Go on in and no drinking. You may sniff of my eskimo blow. 

Tuesday, December 15, 2020

You must... let it grow

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Encourage the man of the house until the master's better. Do. 
Handle the bordersaw with pain. Bones will land spontaneous. 
Shackle the rabbit by the hindpaw, akin to a cinch. 
The sister took sick. Hoyt sends his regards. 
You may cross the cousin in blue, dangling a diamond vine noose. 
Noise has a voice, unlike our bodies. Similar to your journey home. 
Call the dress a fear or a passion project. Reconnoiter the cat's paw. 
Don't be unhappy only untoward. Sprinkle the footpath with nuts and bolts. 
The intrinsic flame wears a blue dress.