ever, squint your eye, in the middle of the night...
while squinting, peering at a light-source...
a street-lamp source...
to my disbelief... once you squint your eyes...
look past the camel-lashes...
oh, the light doesn't enter your
eye... it enters your:
circa: forehead... or the light
bypasses your actual eye...
light never enters your eye...
it churns out a projection
toward your forehead!

back in the "day": the beatniks vs. the squares...
angry gen X'ers via Limp Bizkit...
now what's the squares became
the normie... so, what are we?!
there's, a ******* "we"?
i think we're a we..

thereby... psychology is a field whereby
all people are somehow to be accounted for...
no chance in hell...
i squint my eyes, i look at a lamp light...
the light splinters... & it never, ever...
enters my eye... because i only squint
one of my eyes, rather than the both of them...
i move my head: left... the light source
moves to the left...
i move my head: right... the light source
moves to the right...

******* light-******: me...
or... compound pronouns in English...
your-self... my-self...
but it's never exactly: i-self...
the two pronoun hybrid of the Roman ego...
& the Germanic selbst... self...
we're talking about working around
using two pronouns at a pinnacle!
ego is a concept, it can be theorized...
but the self? that **** has to be: automated...
self-employed... blah blah...

what's that? i-self?!
egg, go! iota! i say i to someone?¬
ego can be abstracted...
the self- can be prefixed...
              forge my greatest: ****-off!
time is most apparent when people
deserve to die...
as much as they are deserving to be
born: they deserve to die, likewise...
sorry state of affairs... sorry...
for a people to espouse Darwinism...
in any other culture...
Copernicus is simply
an anecdote for the ****** people...
is Darwin the same?
last time... he's a tired old DODO...
objective truths outside the objectivity
of... water boils at 100°C
water freezes at 0°C...

mention one name, no, mention two names...
JAN HUSS...JACOB PARKOSZOWICA...
the diacritical barons..

thieves... the night sells plenty
of whaat's to be arrived at man...
me not getting paid...
this, the freely arrived at "society"...
then, some disgruntled oops happens...
will i want, *******, care?!
no... nein! niet! nie! no!