without a benefit of a doubt, attempting to persuade a drunk.

the 1960s children treat the internet /
computer: not as a thing that
requires content, but requires
utility...
               in the same way the 1980s
children treat the television
as a: waste of space...
      that said, 1960s children:
        now nearing 60 have this
envisioned (concerning the internet):
internet banking
                     and shopping online...
the principal point of the internet
can be congested into two uses:
banking and shopping...
       the grey area in between?
    art for art's sake argument...
yet the two most useful enterprises
with regards to the internet
       are: banking, and shopping...
i'm still fascinated by the existence
of postmen...
                        mailing a postcard?
we haven't lived in better times...
but we also haven't lived
   with an immediate nostalgia...
the immediacy of nostalgia is
  the current historical enzyme it would
seem...
            at least in the 19th century
there was a nostalgia concerning
ancient greece among the germans...
now?
           i'm nostalgic about
1998...
                because occupying
my mind with the entire spectrum
  of human history
    is equate to:
             a claustrophobic cube
inside a much larger cube
                      rather than a sphere...
see: it aligns, it's not "fidgety"...
         yes women are more vocal
and most painters are men...
which has made me to resort to
geometry to "paint" by writing...
              whatever that means:
it's still a numbing point that
    there is an immediacy of nostalgia
hanging in the current year,
        while at the same time
the "completeness" of human history...
and that massive "void"
     in between...
             this has entire surrealism of
attracting a *in stasis observation...
  i really have a fixation concerning
animate things being asleep,
     or instilled as un-moveable...
     a bit like conjuring Sisyphus saying
to counter the punishment:
    can't move this rock...
                  in turn morphing
his ego in the rock,
  and leaving his body as a mountain...
but i am a man punished
   with a history of immediate nostalgia,
rather: written by an immediacy
of nostalgia...
                  at least in 19th century
germany i could have had a regard for
ancient greece...
                         god is an indigestion
in my mind, compared to the congestion
via the universe and it's apparent
   "awe generation"...
             might i look at these *******
pebbles while you look at the stars?
   popular physics is akin to
popular biology...
                                 mind numbing,
popular science, well,
    perhaps it doesn't have heretics
burning at the stake,
           but it has cognitive ostracisation:
to have breathed the air,
toiled the land,
                         and had no
                                           eureka,
having died the death of an elephant
upon the savannah...
           to have lived a life not having
to complain...
               but rather complaining while
dying...
                 to have lived a life
by complaying while dying...
                     and made sense of dreams...
and having abandoned the rigid
structures...
            the universe: i am sure -
  does not allow geometry...
                                 and if i wrote but one
word without writing this?
   it would be treated as a noteable herald;
back into archetypes
   the pyramids,
               or the void of a "beginning"...
   shame though:
      that the aztecs are extinct and
we do not note what their pyramids
were used for...
       ah... but we "know":
    guillotines...
   sights of capital punishment...
               well...
                              because why would
it be so ******* awe-inspiring
               looking at a gigantic grave,
in a desert?