I got machine Gunned by my Mom !!

How much of being alive is just being alive?
inertia and absolutely nothing more
The principle of inertia is one of the fundamental principles of classical physics

I have said this before and, I'll say it again Vis insita I'll buy
1.The vis insita, or innate force of matter is a power of resisting, by which every body, as much as in it lies, endeavors to preserve in its present state, whether it be of rest, or of moving uniformly forward in a straight line. Bizarre Isn't it? Three of these statements are seemingly Not in diametric opposition Yet, “ whether it be of rest, or of moving uniformly forward in a straight line” I think is more or less “Compounded by” endeavors to preserve in its present state
2.Capped as it were by the Innate force of matter is a power of resisting
3.I got machine gunned by my Mom!! permit me to explain.

How much of being rhetorical is just being asinine? What does it matter? More importantly, Why does there have to be anyone else for it to to matter to ? I keep having these bizarre moments of extreme hallucination, or perhaps just moments of profound clarity I'm not sure which .
But it plays out like this,I am in an extremely antiseptic environment, like an operating theater, and there is blood absolutely everywhere and the moment is punctuated by a spot of localized clarity developing much like a focusing camera lens and the thing that was being focused upon one moment (Bloody Operating Theater) just seems to evaporate or disappear as the new “focus develops” (which is the same bloody operating theater) only now it is being bisected by a thin rope like a tiny wisp of curdling white smoke above an absolutely and horrifyingly wide open human chest cavity, My Own!!

I got machine gunned by my Mom!!

Some moments are imbued with a certain commonly or communally accepted quality of sanity that I personally find absolutely intolerable! and especially so when it is absent. What I find even more heinous is its polar opposite, in diametric opposition, insanity, surreal and theater of the absurd insanity, For instance, have you ever heard the term 'Welcome to the Monkey-house ? And have it be absolutely apropos? That certain tingle in the base of your spine that speaks, nay shrieks and scream at you that YOU DO NOT BELONG IN THIS PLACE? Do you know what I am talking about? If you actually have any idea what-so-ever what I am talking about then, I am truly sorry for you. Here is an example

I was once having an otherwise normal conversation (at least normal as far as my family is concerned) with my mother when out of the blue she just conversationally announces that I am the product of rape And then calmly proceeds to explain that my drunken father had just shown up at her house and beat the living shit out of her and then just, well, you know! Very much against her will “Fucked her silly” And at that point she felt compelled to explain that they “they being her and my father” had been
“kind of separated” in that they had never actually been married in the first place so she just kinda threw that into the mix simultaneously. I'm a bastard! Huh? Wow! Bastard product of rape!!

Wow, B.A. R. Browning Automatic Rifle, or Betty Ann Reed! Hmmm Who Knows ?
Let me tell you that, that was definitively the conversation stopper of my entire life, I did'nt know if I should “Shit” or “Wind my wristwatch”, I mean come on now, what could I possible say in relation to that Blunder Buster? Huh? There had been basically nothing in my entire store of life experience that could have helped to prepare me to be able to respond conversationally to that bombshell!!
At least without it becoming “All” about me? Right? I mean “I” didnt get held down and beat-up and fucked silly, I could hardly say poor me! Pour me a drink perhaps, But then again perhaps not. To even acknowledge that the above mentioned makes me a bastard makes it ALL about me & not her and what she had to endure Blamo, Blamo, Blamo, Very large caliber projectile with a Very high cyclic rate
I got machine Gunned by my Mom !!