drinking *** allows you to spots things.... the like of insects crawling on glasss... the oddity being: inside a room... i call it a misguide between glass and air... and then there's evanescne's my immortal... and why i can forge a need for a tear... that sense of a gratifying gulp of snot... the pass on asking being demanding.... like wolverine asking jane / phoenix out on a date... but being rejected.... because she's seeing cyclopse; **** me, a woman's take on scent... and then cleaning up cat's ****... well done.... to satiate the brute... you have to be the brute... and what of a need for a callous call to make amends? well, merely answered by a: hush; and that's outside the domain of saying growl... when an actual growl was neccesary; and was, a verb, rather than a noun... oh the freeing feeling of the much adored sadness! god, with it, i am, nowhere closer than to you, in that i am... "claustrophobic", yes, res locus; yes, res locus... it's something that gives a historicity of the cartesian argument... a temporal and a spatial guise-cocnern for temperaments that avoids fabrics, and that said, generally: fashion; esp. to give vogue to cognition! it really can be "unfashionable" to think someone's argument... e.g. kant? unfashionable. nietszche? very much fashionable... it's called hegel's lecture notes + marx's critique... cogntive vogue... i like that term... it sounds so much more astute to be said, than say, cultural marxism... so much easier to state: well... given the year 2017, the cognitive vogue is... a, b, c... than ascribe some definitves / post-scripts of an ideology, like darwinism, that's become as rigid as the geometry of a triangle; and **** me! the theaory won't budge! it won't budge into a yawn! degraded as library material! it had to compete with marxism as having, a culutral status!