it really takes but a little article in
the sunday times style magazine
to open your eyes, ever so slightly,
it talks about the "pressures to
look your best",
all the way from istanbul to iraq,
the floodgates have opened,
and young girl are pouring in...

the ego lies,
   the ego per se, is the forbidden fruit
of eden...
   it lies, it regurgitates itself,
over, and over again,
  until it finally eats itself, and allows
its sole master, death,
to guide it from its sporadic form
of automation...
psychologists have wrapped the ego
in both bed-sheets, as in *******,
as in a trinity equal to christianity
with the substitute layers of
     current inhibiting worth
yet another disposing mechanisation.

the ego is a liar, first, and foremost,
it's not a sentence to embrace not
thinking,
  to outthink the morally
cognitive ought, i.e. to make a choice
is hardly the difficulty to begin with...
the problem is, is to forge
a subversion of the liar's quest:
  namely the ego, who sentences us
to the delusion that... we can all fathom
a capacity, and a desire to write:
a book.

to be honest i abhor psychology's vernacular,
i find it expendable,
esp. when people mind stating
that latin is a dead language,
yet forcibly enshrine their thinking
and support a latin word, like ego.

   i find no reconciled emotion in this...
both sides feel like bullshitting the other side
into submission
that gravitates to no single, worthwhile
statement of grace / reconciling austerity.

we have already pinched the tree and have
eaten its fruit...
  and that fruit ingested, became our ego...
our ego: with the missed circumstance
of first ingesting ergo...
    but not all that is was ever meant
to be a pleasurable digestion,
  whether by taste, or by eye-sight (e.g.
parasites)...
        the **** thing lies,
and ever the time you catch it off-guard...
and manage the slightest etching of
impromptu script?
     only in this flow of words will you
ever find yourself truly accomplished,
and never alone,
  for you will have accomplished
the unison of both stagnation
  and the waterfall...
      a counter-mediatory medium of
the much discussed sentence of
the word consciousness...
       that constanstancy of influx via reflex
through to the flux...
     some call for abraham's *****...
others? for heraclitus'...
      but only in wording...
for we all govern best, what is nearest
to us, as i do: my father's, embedded quest.

such is this last remnant of discarding
latin, the most difficult,
as it stands, in a trinity of
post-christianity,
   ego the son, superego the father,
id... the **** immovable collective
"conscience"...
      it's most painful having to discard
a language, while retaining it's phonetic
encoding, esp. given the fact that
the phonetic encoding, encourages
retaining the most superficial words used,
why? focus on the cartesian phrase?
why do you think
psychologists were allowed such
profanities, given that cogito ergo sum
wasn't allowed the grammatical
viability of allowing the concept
of both res vanus and... the ego lies?
why? because they wouldn't have made
careers, should it be stated
   with an automated identification process,
and loss of "confusion"
via ego cogito ergo ego sum...
     psychologists?
   spin-doctors of satan...
            why are we clinging to latin meanings
when we've already inherited the script,
and allowed ourselves to move beyond
it, with diacritical distinction...
   unless of course, a certain people
are dragging us backward...
    to think we're the romans themselves...
i wonder... what language hasn't transcended
the original latin script and avoided invoking
diacritical distinctions?
the greeks are mad with applying them...
oh wait... who? the english!