a conversatioon with cats is "biased" upon the focus on gesticulation, or rather: a hyper-cipher of expressing a body to encompass language, without a focus on the existence of thought: that can be allowed rain.
a gender neutrality of pronouns?!
pronouns have been "gender neutral"
last time i checked...
in attempting to give directions:
it is a pronoun with negative
subjective "insinuations"...
that* also being
a pronoun...
the mob rule argument:
i'd like to "know" what
a "world" view looks like...
given the specifics...
and some have children, and some have
mediocre language use...
but who's to lay the brick on brick
and say: that's a castle, not
a mountain...
i could have loved a woman
once...
had she not thought i lied to her
and slapped me in the face...
apparently visiting your
grandparents is taboo...
must be a russian thing...
and if she told you:
well i moved from st. petersburg
on the ground that he provided for me,
but i wouldn't move to the outskirts of
london that he slept on floor
while i slept in his bed as he held my
hand to imitate a lullabye
then i too am riddled with having
to perform the lunacy of prayer,
invent a god i might require
to invest in rekindling will...
but still, the narcissus before the still
waters of a lake, imagining mirror,
when peering into a shadow...
schattenkind...
an artist is fed by curiosity...
the many may remember the many
that leave no foot...
to be trodden on via repeat...
******* Seneca deserved his
fate...
complaining about the Tao monks
is one thing,
but living by stipend
of their maxim is another...
dancing on hot coals is one thing,
petting a lion another...
why Aesop conjured the
lion & fox chimera and not the
fox & wolf: now akin to me...
pronouns are generally
discriminating, anti-narrative shrapnel
of words...
but for deity's sake:
why does the devil require a precursor
of a definite article,
and it can "never" be cited:
a god?
i once studied the monarch,
the bishop and an orchestra conductor,
you know what i found?
what, with a static audience?
even with an opera singer on the fore,
the balancing edge of falling into
a sea of people?
this clown with a prestigious
monicker?
as some might pet a cat like
another might play a guitar.
can you imagine an orchestra
without a conductor,
with a frozen audience to "provide"
a rhythm?
i'm just starting to realise
the need for an orchestra conductor...
imitation of rhythm...
i've started reading
the need for a conductor
of an orchestra....
orientating
yourself using an inanimate object
to make a performance...
requires a motivational
"tool"...
something wiggling
and spaghetti throwing
in foci:
i.e. there's an alleviating point
to mediate orchestra and audience...
considering the in stasis presence
of an audience...
sabina zweicker singing
drachengeboren...
because who would think an orchestra
conductor a homelessman?
if he be not a motivational tool?
it would appear that there was
to be a mediator, akin to a football
judge & linear,
to encompass an team worth
an orchestra, and an audience...
oiled up ****** *****...
and a sinking Venice...
my mediocre beginning
culminating in no works of Goya...
a tuba player and an Etonian choir
of cherubs masked as castratos
of some obscure Egyptian harem...
labouring a geometry of
people who's shadows do not
morph into stones of graves...
however many plagiarisms
of frank zimmerman...
ah, right... hans... zimmer...
scooters on four-wheel chimps-
worth a Ferarri calling it a
Mediterranean diet's worth of canvas
blockers...
because language suddenly
had the ontological basis to bias
play-dough in favour for
a rigid architecture of a chair?
i won't fly with angel wings,
but i'll certianly become flustered
with pigeon beaconc worthy of flight...
and they really did overplay
tchaikovsky in st. petersburg
when celebrating the use of a fountain...
i said to her: they're turning in their graves...
even if dead, i said to her:
the dead find it hard to fall asleep...
they really did overplay
tchaikovsky in st. petersburg
while crafting a water fountain
spectre...
with the regrettable consequences of
having under-played prokofiev...
as i find the conductor a "primitive" form
of Cratylus:
to have spoken deaf...
among the hearing;
but there's the need to mediate
a moving body against
a canvas that does not,
in a forum...
a place of congregation,
at leat a thinker can be allowed
to be entertained
by such a, un-fathom-ability.