Oct 2016
only today i learned ø denotes
an encoding of diameter,
and it's Scandinavian,
or how the globe is
past the equator,
and the lob-sided earth,
winters in Australia in the Summer months
in Europe.
high philosophy begins with Beijing
dialectical highs,
but take the route of lower philosophy
and encounter diacritics rather than dialectics,
because that matters, too,
θought, a moral ought,
and φilosoφy - and missing ought -
and the two being irreversibly twins
in said... or θought an immoral ought,
sure, tubes, mistook ø74 for something
akin to φ...
high philosophy never acquires a diacritical
dilemma...
or why local don't do anything
but actuate automatic application
and those immigrant, or bilingual troops question...
ø = diameter, not to be confused with the θ;
higher philosophy begins with dialectical
beginnings,
"lower" philosophy also begins with
dialectics, but it ends with diacritical application,
rather than utopian: nowhere from nothing.
what am i going to say next? *machado de assis's
philosopher or dog? introduction.
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(or a paragraph on the pleasure of drinking,
or how to save you an optometrist appointment,
or how to take an interlude,
to do the opposite of the Andy Warhol stipend
for making enough buggers hearing your
opinion, unchallenged,
but never having a diacritic concern).
hence the pending, or what everyone seems to
desire these days, circa 100 years later,
how to provoke an interlude, how to hunger
for interludes rather than fame,
i also drew a sketch before starting,
shat -
and hey presto!
****!
yuck in orange in florescent.
yellow (florescent), F, pretty pretty pretty,
in pink the bit about diameters and phi,
again in yuck orange: swigs and the wiggle...
a paged concern for graffiti.
again, pending, yet to be hottie
and poster boy of a poem,
again the impromptu break worth of fame that
actually isn't fame, but a chance to compare
how much whiskey makes up for the
Niagara continuum.
again, (pending):
............................................... (how the hell do you
write pending ~15 minutes later?!)
the concept of Monday is greatly undermined
by Darwinism,
as is Tuesday through to Sunday,
generally the function-able week desists the idea
of an Iron Age, as does the pantomime
of all that's worth celebrating -
generally speaking Darwinism is anti-history,
theology has nothing to ask of Darwinism
to argue against,
theology isn't a history,
but Darwinism is the purest variation
of history, variance of how we define logic
and its applicability, whether it's
i + think / 1 + 1
and have the moral attraction toward a 2
or variate a moral action into a 3:
cos Radiohead simply sang 2 + 2 = 5 in a song:
cheat! matchstick principle regarding counting!
machado de assis? Darwinism is peppered with
overt imagery than salted with:
you get to sneeze a lot...
a writer's voice: irony, mockery,
consolidating the lessened counter-productiveness...
Flaubert, Dickens, Zola, Balzac, etc.,
homie, rap that **** out, condense it,
i thought Brazil was half the way America should have
endeared you? i had problems with Prussia
Austria and Russia... guess i was wrong how thuggish
i had to be with the Orpheus *******...
cos the lyre was dumbo blunt deaf and therefore
cacka...
higher philosophy begins with dialectics,
"lower" philosophy begins with diacritics -
a return to the source, a debate with Ivory scales
concerning the Rosetta - a neo-formatting of
what's quiete
right: Sophia: hence anew: Rosetta.
and all for the pear that's woman and whether Satan
chose the fruit prudently according to Milton.
or the progress of a drunk:
centipedes and Fitzgeralds, Hemingways,
lust and last said...
the cf. of every apparent transitory
made to provoke the quasi and quack,
ducking the Donald and the *****,
in agreement,
a happiness toward the tiresome
encrusting of what's worth being stated,
and then the deviatory,
as marketed a deviation
from a Louis Napoleon -
because no Belarus was
to be chequered by an impeding force...
hence the cha cha cha...
and hence the stanzas of
Argentinian tango...
juicy and later the cruelty choking
of what some might make of Macbeath's habitual thinking
worthy of a classroom
audience; and that too is
exposable in return for being disposable.
higher philosophy is regarded as such with
dialectics,
but "lower" philosophy is
yet to be regarded as such with diacritics -
not a case of what's to be said, and thus bedded,
but a case of how's something said,
and thus given a freedom
of: bedded, wedded, pimped, or whimpered into
surviving writing a poem about;
also achieved by Humphrey and that chuckle of
revising Casablanca for an unnecessary quote dynamic /
diatribe when Hiroshima said
much more than the above certified:
boom! 1 million ******* dead.
that's an overt-quote that gropes the many
amens among the citations of Marilyn, and still gets away
with a memory of J.F.K.,
because that ****-honing masterpiece
was needing my memory rather
than a b. b. q. scewing.
i find people rather forgetting:
jeopardy battered boundless gym orientational
thoughtless two shots of tequilas
and three paraphrases of sours in biting a lemon
to upkeep a trough of a suntan with the H-He:
boom boom, higher tier laughter,
ingesting that inflation of prop
boom boom, v bomber,
squeeze...
lob-side lo & behold,
'n' - squiggly extra thus born.
an encoding of diameter,
and it's Scandinavian,
or how the globe is
past the equator,
and the lob-sided earth,
winters in Australia in the Summer months
in Europe.
high philosophy begins with Beijing
dialectical highs,
but take the route of lower philosophy
and encounter diacritics rather than dialectics,
because that matters, too,
θought, a moral ought,
and φilosoφy - and missing ought -
and the two being irreversibly twins
in said... or θought an immoral ought,
sure, tubes, mistook ø74 for something
akin to φ...
high philosophy never acquires a diacritical
dilemma...
or why local don't do anything
but actuate automatic application
and those immigrant, or bilingual troops question...
ø = diameter, not to be confused with the θ;
higher philosophy begins with dialectical
beginnings,
"lower" philosophy also begins with
dialectics, but it ends with diacritical application,
rather than utopian: nowhere from nothing.
what am i going to say next? *machado de assis's
philosopher or dog? introduction.
..........................................................................
....................................................................................
....................................................................................
....................................................................................
....................................................................................
....................................................................................
.......................................................................
(or a paragraph on the pleasure of drinking,
or how to save you an optometrist appointment,
or how to take an interlude,
to do the opposite of the Andy Warhol stipend
for making enough buggers hearing your
opinion, unchallenged,
but never having a diacritic concern).
hence the pending, or what everyone seems to
desire these days, circa 100 years later,
how to provoke an interlude, how to hunger
for interludes rather than fame,
i also drew a sketch before starting,
shat -
and hey presto!
****!
yuck in orange in florescent.
yellow (florescent), F, pretty pretty pretty,
in pink the bit about diameters and phi,
again in yuck orange: swigs and the wiggle...
a paged concern for graffiti.
again, pending, yet to be hottie
and poster boy of a poem,
again the impromptu break worth of fame that
actually isn't fame, but a chance to compare
how much whiskey makes up for the
Niagara continuum.
again, (pending):
............................................... (how the hell do you
write pending ~15 minutes later?!)
the concept of Monday is greatly undermined
by Darwinism,
as is Tuesday through to Sunday,
generally the function-able week desists the idea
of an Iron Age, as does the pantomime
of all that's worth celebrating -
generally speaking Darwinism is anti-history,
theology has nothing to ask of Darwinism
to argue against,
theology isn't a history,
but Darwinism is the purest variation
of history, variance of how we define logic
and its applicability, whether it's
i + think / 1 + 1
and have the moral attraction toward a 2
or variate a moral action into a 3:
cos Radiohead simply sang 2 + 2 = 5 in a song:
cheat! matchstick principle regarding counting!
machado de assis? Darwinism is peppered with
overt imagery than salted with:
you get to sneeze a lot...
a writer's voice: irony, mockery,
consolidating the lessened counter-productiveness...
Flaubert, Dickens, Zola, Balzac, etc.,
homie, rap that **** out, condense it,
i thought Brazil was half the way America should have
endeared you? i had problems with Prussia
Austria and Russia... guess i was wrong how thuggish
i had to be with the Orpheus *******...
cos the lyre was dumbo blunt deaf and therefore
cacka...
higher philosophy begins with dialectics,
"lower" philosophy begins with diacritics -
a return to the source, a debate with Ivory scales
concerning the Rosetta - a neo-formatting of
what's quiete
right: Sophia: hence anew: Rosetta.
and all for the pear that's woman and whether Satan
chose the fruit prudently according to Milton.
or the progress of a drunk:
centipedes and Fitzgeralds, Hemingways,
lust and last said...
the cf. of every apparent transitory
made to provoke the quasi and quack,
ducking the Donald and the *****,
in agreement,
a happiness toward the tiresome
encrusting of what's worth being stated,
and then the deviatory,
as marketed a deviation
from a Louis Napoleon -
because no Belarus was
to be chequered by an impeding force...
hence the cha cha cha...
and hence the stanzas of
Argentinian tango...
juicy and later the cruelty choking
of what some might make of Macbeath's habitual thinking
worthy of a classroom
audience; and that too is
exposable in return for being disposable.
higher philosophy is regarded as such with
dialectics,
but "lower" philosophy is
yet to be regarded as such with diacritics -
not a case of what's to be said, and thus bedded,
but a case of how's something said,
and thus given a freedom
of: bedded, wedded, pimped, or whimpered into
surviving writing a poem about;
also achieved by Humphrey and that chuckle of
revising Casablanca for an unnecessary quote dynamic /
diatribe when Hiroshima said
much more than the above certified:
boom! 1 million ******* dead.
that's an overt-quote that gropes the many
amens among the citations of Marilyn, and still gets away
with a memory of J.F.K.,
because that ****-honing masterpiece
was needing my memory rather
than a b. b. q. scewing.
i find people rather forgetting:
jeopardy battered boundless gym orientational
thoughtless two shots of tequilas
and three paraphrases of sours in biting a lemon
to upkeep a trough of a suntan with the H-He:
boom boom, higher tier laughter,
ingesting that inflation of prop
boom boom, v bomber,
squeeze...
lob-side lo & behold,
'n' - squiggly extra thus born.
