can i interest you in a wee fact?
you know what psychiatry
deems the precursors of
major disorders?
  psychiatry being that branch
of medicine that is
not intelligent, merely ruthless
butchery of the brain,
that branch of the dying god,
clinging to the existence of a soul?
that branch of medicine,
like all branches of medicine
that somehow has a luxury
of the intellectual debates attached
to psychology?
        the logic of the soul's
existence when there is no, god...
how about, there's no clean
abode without a vacuum cleaner...
there's not ice cube without
a freezing process...
what's the point of discussing
a logic of a soul, in a godless society?
worth as much as astrology or
reading tarot cards...
but you know what the standard
of psychiatry is based upon?
only two traits:
a. does the patient bite his nails
and
            b. eye-contact...
that's it... the rest is left to
pharma...
psychiatrists are a numbing
perception of psychological
intellectualism...
      you really haven't listened
to a psychologist ramble until
you've met the brute psychiatrists...
comparatively speaking,
there is a tier hierarchy -
first comes the surgeon,
then comes the chemist,
  third comes the butcher,
fourth comes the psychiatrist...
then again there's an in-between
tier a 1b. with 1a. being
       a surgeon...
  i hate using this word in english
because it's so hollow,
pompous and *****...
  phi-lo-so-phy... how many e in
a y? two.
           how many breath-catcher
H in lo and so? one.
         can you even begin
to understand how psychiatry
has a standard of itemising a man
based on whether he bites
his nail or whether he can look
you in the eyes?!
           the **** is this!
             i remember this one
point where i was interviewed
by a psychiatrist and made her nervous!
why?
    psychiatrists fear a "patient"
expressing... em-pathy!
                        when a "patient"
expresses empathy they come
twitchy, nervous,
       solidifying a body language
of a statue: the **** do i do?
    ah, best thing, not to move.
i bite my nails because i like the taste
of the chemical that's keratin,
  which is like eating a carrot,
although subtler...
       my toes?
       couldn't find the nail clippers
anywhere,
but today i found the scissors
i use to clip them...
       yep, i bite 'em nails because
of the carrots, cut my toenails
with scissors,
  and have a beard because i was
tired of shaving
  (even though i miss it) -
and when i was young i heard
that phrase: oh, you'll hate shaving,
it will be a chore...
   not from where i'm coming
from, since that's a complete lie...
grow a beard for a year
and you'll find yourself missing
the blade...
               you really, really, will.
god, so much fun writing out
concentrating to do so out of your
own ***, than having the
anaemic boor & boredom "grasp"
of "knowing" the heart's
content...
               more like contempt...
      and in close proximity of the sound
uttered...
        language really is
inexhaustible when unsaid -
               so for the eloquent man,
a sophist, to speak to a blank piece of
paper? he'll find himself,
slightly, muddled...
               which can only mean that
my silence, makes me a grammatical
structuralist...
        and when a tpyo is committed -
i turn into a "neurotic" perfectionist...
       or in beliebtkultur a grammar ****...
wow... suddenly the origins of
****** are bound to grammar,
and not the treaty of Versailles... wow!
would it be **** of me,
  as a theoretical employer,
to dress accordingly to permit me to
employ you, working in my office?
  the **** is grammar ****,
  a comeback ushered in by ****** mongrels?!