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Can somebody please forcibly shove the Life Line exercise into Jim Cunningham’s anus?
I've watched the same movie everyday for nine months. This is my conclusion
An Experiment with Time. Pick 1 movie watch it every day.
Most of the issues I take with this world can be summed up in the Life Line exercise scene in Donnie Darko. You know the scene. It’s the one where the high school health/psych teacher asks everyone to place various scenarios on one side of a derivative scale called the Life Line. Donnie receives a card with the following scenario, “Ling Ling finds a wallet on the ground filled with money. She takes the wallet to the address on the driver’s license, but keeps the money inside the wallet.”
There are two acceptable destinations for every scenario card, Love or Fear, on opposite ends of the Life Line, which, according to the frazzled bitch ass teacher are “the two roots of all human emotion.” Donnie, being schizophrenic and all-knowing, is the only person to recognize that this dialectical system of categorization is not only bullshit, but evidence of the cancerous encroachment of mandated dummy data. “Love or Fear?” The teacher demands, like a preacher shouting “Heaven or Hell?” as if purgatory doesn’t exist. Long Live Purgatory. As a schizophrenic, Donnie can see beyond linearity, beyond lines of real and imaginary, beyond fear and love, beyond good and evil, beyond psychoanalysis, and through time. He’s so fucking special. He is a neurodivergent prophet, a messenger, an angel, and he, alone, cowering in the back of the class with his black hoodie on, is burdened with the knowledge that the world is going to end.
Of course, Donnie lashes out at his teacher, saying, “You can’t just lump everything into two categories and just deny the whole spectrum of human emotion. Things aren’t that simple.” His teacher, in response, threatens him, “If you don’t complete the assignment, you’ll get a zero for the day.” In the classroom, on the computer, everything gets lumped into 0s and 1s. You can get a 0 for the day and be a 0 for life. You can enter the pussy of the 0. If you fuck a 0, it’s a black hole to a different universe’s underworld. You can be a 1. You can be a chad. The 1 is a dick, a skyscraper, and Jacob’s ladder all in 1. You can Be Best, but you gotta earn it. You can get this sanctioned slice of self-value, this 1, as a treat, or you can get nothing, you fucking gaping whore of a 0. You can get a 100 for the day and go to heaven forever, or, Histoire d’ 0 mode yourself into a less than zero Boschian hellscape. That is the Life Line exercise.
Don’t fool yourself. It was never Love or Fear or Heaven or Hell, but always 0 or 1. Those are the only options and they are never optional. If we really had a choice, we would choose some unknowable, infinite decimal. But infinite unknowability just isn’t efficient, is it? If it can’t be dumbed down into a stupid ass binary, then it can’t be known to computers or processed in a quick, efficient way, can it? Sorry boss bitches, but you can’t code emotions. You can’t code emotions because computers are retarded. You can hire an elite team of ethnically diverse genderless empath coders, but it’s not gonna do shit to fix the problem at the root of technology.
The impending threat against humanity is not artificial intelligence, but the actual stupidity that technology rubs off onto us when it teaches us to think/feel in these stupid ass binaries. We believe that we are in control, making machines smarter? LOL. Every time we invent something, the stupidity of our inanimate creation rubs off onto us, warps our brains, making us after the image of our own inventions. And isn’t that artificially incestous? Backwards reproduction? An unwinding? Ever since humans invented 0s and 1s, we’ve been getting horny thinking about shoving the 1 one back into the 0 and ending it all. It’s called an unbirthing fetish. This fetish has nothing to do with the death drive, because the will to be unborn is oh-so-different from the will to die. It’s a desire of greater intensity, the will to enter the void, the 0, and crawl back up the family tree and murder every single happening that led up to your birth. #unbirthing. All of these stupid hoes misread/miswatch J. G. Ballard’s Crash and all the Cronenberg movies, Julia Ducournau’s Titane, etc, as “death drive,” when it’s really about unbirthing drive fulfilled via artifical incest.
I don’t remember who said that the invention of the car was the invention of the car crash. Maybe Charli XCX said it. It’s so simple that you actually have to be retarded in order to understand the most basic law of physics. All of our creations have an equal and parallel destructive force. So, does this make genuine progress impossible?
Can we please shift the discourse surrounding “sex negative” to discussions of negative sex? Like, unfucking and unknowing and unbirthing? Please, it’s much more interesting.
Tech is retarded and making us infinitely more retarded. Can somebody please shove the life line exercise forcibly up Jim Cunningham’s anus?
P.S. Richard Kelly definitely read Deleuze without reading Deleuze. ifykyk. Richard Kelly is schizophrenic, so he doesn’t need to read Deleuze to understand Deleuze perfectly. In lieu of actually reading Deleuze, I watched Donnie Darko and he explained it to me without dumbing shit down into data snacks. I don’t fucking know what I am talking about.
P.S.S. Anyone who wants to live forever is a pedophile. That’s facts. If you’re getting botox, that’s such pedo behavior. Didn’t Jeffery Epstein cyrogenize his dick? Wasn’t the legendary fountain of youth allegedly discovered on Little Saint James Island? Jim Cunningham was also a pedophile. Donnie set fire to his basement which was filled with kiddie porn, remember? Many such cases. Happy hardcore is probably for pedos. I’m getting off track.