May 2016
we really have created a new equivalent of a phone-book (remember, the english language utilises hyphenation for compounding two words as an antidote to its Saxon origins, whereby all German compound words: noun interchanging with verbs, and more nouns is not accustomed to the utility of the hyphen... but then again the english tongue is shrapnel off german, all these conjunctions and prepositions of limited spelling: and those two Dajjal eyes, the one protruding (the definite article), and the other, an emptied cranium socket (a-, the indefinite article, or, as expressed with a missing eye - thus treating the indefinite article by making it a prefix with a hyphen is what's revelatory). i wonder though, of the finite and infinite articles in language... could the possessive article ('s) tell us more? re-categorise these scraps and you get two very different vectors: the definite is plotted within algebraic form a straight line incrementation, y = x... the indefinite article, mathematically speaking? razor-blade (0, 0) coordinate fizzing chaotically about to explode in a direction no one knows exactly which one.
Antisθeνes and his prodigy Δioγeνes (yes,
yet another optometry appointment),
the former beat the latter with a stick when asking
for wisdom, both under the rubric of cynics and
sceptics, Antisθeνes: i rather be mad than delighted,
or awed.
give the English atheists, botanists and
biologists all the delight and awe they can muster and
digest... the City State is on a comeback,
speak the words London, Paris... you're mentioning
city states... but you'll hardly hear of a 101 year old
in some obscure village drinking extra ****** olive oil
in the vicinity of the Tuscany region...
Diogenes who's faeces were featured on the coinage
of Frank Sinatra's pennies from heaven,
'better the faeces than some mugshot of a king on
this base metal!' Nietzsche: trans-valuation of all
bases: form the coin and you ask a blacksmith for a sword,
ask for a banknote and all books turn into toilet paper.
Cynic, derived from *canine, Diogenes was such,
Greek buddha without a statue, instead, a burial urn...
thank god we can write about philosophers:
my fear of losing the luxuries i accumulated are due
to me shutting the window at 5 a.m. detested by
birdsong... and my lack of interest in brick-walls,
the luxury of having a book to ease the strain
of a summer sun... Arabian more or less, black fudge
burning and my scraps of what's hardly predictable thinking.
Antisθeνes and his prodigy Δioγeνes (yes,
yet another optometry appointment),
the former beat the latter with a stick when asking
for wisdom, both under the rubric of cynics and
sceptics, Antisθeνes: i rather be mad than delighted,
or awed.
give the English atheists, botanists and
biologists all the delight and awe they can muster and
digest... the City State is on a comeback,
speak the words London, Paris... you're mentioning
city states... but you'll hardly hear of a 101 year old
in some obscure village drinking extra ****** olive oil
in the vicinity of the Tuscany region...
Diogenes who's faeces were featured on the coinage
of Frank Sinatra's pennies from heaven,
'better the faeces than some mugshot of a king on
this base metal!' Nietzsche: trans-valuation of all
bases: form the coin and you ask a blacksmith for a sword,
ask for a banknote and all books turn into toilet paper.
Cynic, derived from *canine, Diogenes was such,
Greek buddha without a statue, instead, a burial urn...
thank god we can write about philosophers:
my fear of losing the luxuries i accumulated are due
to me shutting the window at 5 a.m. detested by
birdsong... and my lack of interest in brick-walls,
the luxury of having a book to ease the strain
of a summer sun... Arabian more or less, black fudge
burning and my scraps of what's hardly predictable thinking.
