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innerSpaceman · 01-16-2005, 08:47 AM

HELP!

Zapppop and I went to see the Body Worlds exhibit last night, and now I am scarred for life!

I can't stop seeing through people to their musculature and circulatory systems. I look right through their deadened eyes to their tiny brains (that, if flattened would cover 1.5 square miles, but which are so freaking small inside our heads that I can't believe they control our bodies). I feel my own self looking out from inside my skull, and I am too conscious of all my internal organs packed together doing their amazing stuff - - and far too conscious of the 1001 things that can (some of which WILL) go wrong with them.

I feel so tightly packed it hurts. Muscle and sinew and nervous systems and circulatory systems and bone and lungs and heart and kidneys and that huge liver, all crammed, packed, intertwined in bundles inside my skin. And how is it that it keeps functioning (until it doesn't)? And how is it that we can move about in these portable bio-factories, and drive cars and dance and make love and type on message boards?

I can't help feeling like a Self-Animated Meat Puppet.

And too many of the the freaking cadavers had eyes that - bloody hell - looked no different than living eyes! Gak, the eyes are no longer the window to the soul for me, but rather my window to look inside your complex, miraculous and absolutely disturbing human body.

Arragggh, I can't make love with my boyfriend this morning. I keep seeing his insides and it's not as attractive as his outsides. I can't even stay in bed awake, because with my eyes closed all I see and feel is the S.A.M.P.

Oh, woe, we are all but S.A.M.P.s (self-animated meat puppets), and there is no escape - - except for the horrible death that inevitably awaits us through one of the dozens of painful and horrific causes that was illustrated for me last evening.

Beautifully artistic and creative and imaginative and mind-expanding and educational displays of fantastically plasticized human cadavers, dissected and presented in a myriad of unbelievably trippy ways. But not for the faint of heart or, in my case, freaked of mind.

01-16-2005, 08:47 AM	#2
innerSpaceman Kink of Swank Join Date: Jan 2005 Location: Inner Space Posts: 13,075	HELP! Zapppop and I went to see the Body Worlds exhibit last night, and now I am scarred for life! I can't stop seeing through people to their musculature and circulatory systems. I look right through their deadened eyes to their tiny brains (that, if flattened would cover 1.5 square miles, but which are so freaking small inside our heads that I can't believe they control our bodies). I feel my own self looking out from inside my skull, and I am too conscious of all my internal organs packed together doing their amazing stuff - - and far too conscious of the 1001 things that can (some of which WILL) go wrong with them. I feel so tightly packed it hurts. Muscle and sinew and nervous systems and circulatory systems and bone and lungs and heart and kidneys and that huge liver, all crammed, packed, intertwined in bundles inside my skin. And how is it that it keeps functioning (until it doesn't)? And how is it that we can move about in these portable bio-factories, and drive cars and dance and make love and type on message boards? I can't help feeling like a Self-Animated Meat Puppet. And too many of the the freaking cadavers had eyes that - bloody hell - looked no different than living eyes! Gak, the eyes are no longer the window to the soul for me, but rather my window to look inside your complex, miraculous and absolutely disturbing human body. Arragggh, I can't make love with my boyfriend this morning. I keep seeing his insides and it's not as attractive as his outsides. I can't even stay in bed awake, because with my eyes closed all I see and feel is the S.A.M.P. Oh, woe, we are all but S.A.M.P.s (self-animated meat puppets), and there is no escape - - except for the horrible death that inevitably awaits us through one of the dozens of painful and horrific causes that was illustrated for me last evening. Beautifully artistic and creative and imaginative and mind-expanding and educational displays of fantastically plasticized human cadavers, dissected and presented in a myriad of unbelievably trippy ways. But not for the faint of heart or, in my case, freaked of mind.
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