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Jan 2019
it's one thing to say the grand
NO
of a h. p. lovecraft
confined to an essay by
houellebecq...

   life can go on...
life always does:
what is derived as life:
is what derives itself
from derision
and what doesn't:
is mopped up
and recycled or:
          
   ..................................
.........................
..........................
.....................................
.........................
.......................

all in all:
there is no grand NO
counter existence...
that noumenon-pandora
of the "self"-in-itself:
reflexive
that's never reflective:
continues...

as long as the pleasures
are attainable,
and cheap...

      me?
i have no grand NO
contra existence:
itself,
no:

          non per se
se per "non" (ex-)

         (not in itself,
itself in "no"
    (out of) -
and hence the missing
outlet source)...

i do have a grand
NO...
but my "grand"
NO
is not on the grounds
of existence...

mine?
zoo...

              i say my grand
NO on the grounds
of ontology...
and not on the grounds
of existence...

ontology has no per se
   "annex" / foundation
to be rebelled against:
to counter...

existence on the other hand?
beyond the "self"
there's a self
to be minded...

                 i cannot say
a grand NO against
existence:
  i am dodo:
i am to be replaced...

  i say my "grand" NO
against ontology...
on-to-and-thoroughly-with
the logistics of:
reciprocated
          devaluation...

i have a, NO...
                 but it's not
a existential no...
            nor Fwench...
did you know:
the French used to trill
before they succumbed
to harking the rho?

vita est pro vita
    vel: in vitro...

       i have a, NO...
Pontius Pilate said:
   and life beside before
and after me: will continue...
but am i to behave
by the common
will of the collectivist demand?

i have no grand negation
of the most grand per se...
but i have a need
to nibble on the branch:
i say NO to the ontology
and...
   a shy yES to the existence...

i: fraction common
of the grey mass
of the street's traffic
of pedestrians;
and... that... is...
all i will ever fathom...
in... allowing... myself...
to... give... freely.
Mateuš Conrad
Written by
Mateuš Conrad  36/M/Essex (England)
(36/M/Essex (England))   
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