apparently we're all supposed to write a book, entitled
mea culpa... (?)
i just want an authenticity of using the index, index finger,
and being able to point... without sacrificing the ownership of a shadow attachment...
and how does the víšégrād group (oh i'm into linguistic sabotage, writing such a word, treating it as a bomb, and knowing the "nuance"? well... the manchester mob, the panic, and what is the concept of islam if not advocacy for literacy? no? really?!)
invite the bulgars... (?)
like a birth of a 2nd. yugoslavia... or the shift of the 2nd holy empire to the, "left" in copernican "terms"...
there are the narrators, the observers, the critics, and the: chanced eyes on the mess...
no... in the collectivist / corporate mind-sent? mea culpa is not on the agenda... "we" have already stressed the situation past the mea culpa:
come: ecce **** and the crucifixion / guillotine.
come the bulgars...
and why am i not expressing an intellectual ben hur of an index finger?
managed to punch myself 20 times in the face and give myself a plum beneath the eye?
so what's wrong with "flexing" attributing the tongue to an index finger "exasperation"?
so few books are actually ecce **** orientated...
always the mea culpa, never, never, ever, tua culpa:
ergo? ecce ****!
shh...
quiet...
just mention the concept of mea culpa
to elißabeth fritzl
how much of masochistic "moralißing" does it have to take place, trans-temporal and justifying the mono-spatial realm of a "past", and, "now" before being crucified is no longer deemed the same as labouring with a hammer, or a chisel?!
i say that: metaphorically frothing at the mouth.
firt i learned to throw a punch onto my face... give myself a plum just beneath the eye socket:
now i know the mea culpa mantra, as i know the existence of the index finger, being differentiated from the fist...