The Year of the Depend® Adult Undergarment (DFW) in
the The Age of the Fueilleton (HH) written post-modernistic (MF)…
“Do you care about this parcel even a little?” I ask a women who has wrapped a sweater in a
paper bag for packaging and has now asked for postage. “I do, thanks,” she replies as I busily tape her item into security. Another successful
consumer interaction. Sure, she ate me
up with her eyes, but she left me mostly intact. This is what I sign up for in part, the part
where people consume me as a humble messenger to the world to become more Christ-like. God’s green gift to the world hovers down on
a cloud as detractors rally at his illogical arrival.
Digging his own grave, drinking a mixture of shock-tea and
awe-tea, a national reformer, a real Johnny Law puts
his money far from his national wealth in order to reign spending, and in
effect, reign the people. Money, cash,
currency, and commerce comingle as ideas on the spectrum. At a party, “Are you not seeing ‘visuals?’”
user-error occurs and Mercury goes back into retrograde as quickly as it came
out. As one embedded in fantasy may be
on the spectrum, one fails to presuppose an impasse. One fails to see what’s on the
light-spectrum, right in front (of (the royal) them). Or perhaps, like a reptile, perceives
infrared. “Ossay Osay ossay?”
I penned, “One embedded
in fantasy may be on the spectrum and due to one’s presupposed problem of not ‘seeing
things,’ perhaps is expressing a desire to see things a certain way which may
or may not coincide with how they (one's selves (and the things surrounding)) actually are.”
Computer-screens conform comfortably to the Occident. Is there not a sort of courageousness in
stupidity? Not being afraid to express
what is unknowingly (perhaps subconsciously) stupid to learn what it is about
the nature of that stupidity so that perforce one may be able to accept or
reject wholesale or either way move past?
Moving past is powerful because it can always be acted upon in the
present, a correlative measure (not brute force (unless called upon to summon)). Where will such and such ultimately lead is knowable only to one. What has touched upon an interior mystery in
order to order understanding in its natural prowess (an order of words (and an order of
death)) to ultimately petrify it? Ego. What is flowing about a computer screen (ordinateur) and what is stationary? What is it within ourselves in the present
moment imagining how we were in the past that is not nostalgic? Doesn’t every perceived ‘-algia’ hurt a certain way?
Stop hurting yourself! Writing
without (excess) edits, this is easier to perform on a typewriter or in a notebook
because certain perfunctory gestures assumed in other formalisms are more
finalized. No whiteout. It takes practice to not try and go back and
fix something you know will only cause pain.
It is also courageous to try and go back and fix something one knows may
be painful in order to accomplish what could be course-corrective. Crucify your loss-leadership.
One has to trust the process (as one has learned this to be
true) in order to adhere.
“I saw Kanye West near the lavatories at dawn, God, what a
douche-bag!” goes Paternoster before launching into a musical tirade. The musical director in my mind (lord of
hosts) coordinates a jokingly antagonistic scene that everyone is in on and it
correlates to a totalizing meta-narrative insulated within a festival outline,
no unnecessary violence. As Russia
launches its attack upon Kiev today, 40 dead, we mourn a loss of innocence or common
sense? Well, Putin, I suppose, as is his
nature, leans into his stupidity, frowardly. What is it about dominance and control that
makes so much sense to the totalitarian?
It seems that those would be but two aspects of totality. But what do I know about everything?
Down the road: Look
at us! Building condos without extrinsic
need, save approval (from a local body
politic). Does the forest mourn its
losses as tracts become deadened? Had
this dream where a 2.5 y/o girl come arsonist kills self and family nearly if
that girl herself had not been saved, horribly maimed, brought back to life,
was found guilty, and sentenced to life abstractly in prison for a multi-term
headcount. This 2.5 y/o represents
someone perverse, stunted, or underdeveloped (frowardly, backwardly developed)
whose under-analyzed decision-making lacks thought in truth (though no
deficiency in hubris). Form-factors,
dude, (no ad hominem (unless you take
it that way)). Who has the courage to
accept the blame? Not Arias! Who hasn’t paid whose
debts to society? Who deserves what and
who doesn’t deserve something else? Who,
as an adult, can say, without hypocrisy, that pædophilia has not entered into
one’s meta-narrative as a loss of innocence type denial? What I’m saying is that ‘loss-of-innocence’
is endemic in adulthood, as adulterers abound, but who has the courage to go
into family law and correct the he-said-she-said narrative on lust and
contracts? Did you fuck her or not? And how old was she? Well, how old did she act? A 45 y/o going on a terrible-two temper
tantrum that resulted in sharp objects being ‘splain and a body count of my one-and-only until I die a much slower than you.
Who even acts their age anymore?
So passé!
Out of my canthus,
I see a similitude,
the likelihood of
which will:
overthrow comparisons...
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