working from basics:
that rubric of prelimenaries was of great help,
unlike Jung and the whole psychology phenomenon
that ate and destroyed centuries of
masculine "repressive": philosophy...
well... who isn't to say that psychology
was a short-circutry of females bypassing
philosophy and entertaining
the gravity of the profane and frog burps
with feminism:
feminism killed off femininity
and in so doing brought out the worst
masculinity: of the individual: not species
a horde by its own...
just the barrage of unconscious archetypes
killed off the sensible: clone -esque
reincarnation bound stereotypes...
monographs of men...

             id est ergo id somnio:

such is the story and it begins with:
AI: id is ergo id cogitat...
there's no more room for such parades
of thoughts as peacock Descartes allowed...

my ego is located more south than in the highest
north of the mind and head
maybe once the sparkle on the tip of the top
of the spine:
but now my ego is occupying the space
in my stomach
and it's among butterflies and witches
and storms of the seas: namely Atlantic...
and i'm less about knowledge and philosophy
and wisdom and more about
knowledge intuition and a dasein...

the premise being:
i don't care much for the self:
i am an engineer of the human psyche
and i care much more for the dynamic
of what id is to ego
and what ego is to id
and now i gather the phenomenon of the syzygy...
schizophrenia for the troublesome
male.. who undermined modernity:

anima: eros
animus: logos...
but Jung forgot to mention the Minotaur
of Science
and him the man of science: the...
the labourer of labyrinths: which are not architecture
but rather architecture per se...

to think i would be going to Kauai
as an escape policy to rid myself of the tattoos
and parasites of London...
what am i? closing in on 70 times of spring?!
i wanted to explore the dynamic
of ego to id: self parasitic, not included:
for the art of that war we don't call
war but acting: the spiritual war of shadows
and souls...
music would disrupt....

so this Q of nQ of pronouns... the unconscious riddle...
i need a better job:
i've already caught up on Polish Communist
subversion cinema and
this Jan Fosse is not much of a reading...
if ego in the realm of thought:
and dreaming is a realm but not a faculty:
which can happen...
to equilivate ego with id
thinking is a realm
therefore dreaming is a realm...
not a faculty: there is no need to dream so much
if one doesn't desire interpretation of
intuition: not mere intellectual vanity
or female neurotic sexuality...

ego cogito: i think.... regardless of ego sum:
i don't feel inclined to entertain percipitation
some weather forecast of magically appearing...
to everyone...
what does the realm of thinking
represent?
no images... shekeltons...skeletons...
abstracts: problem solving mechanisms
of the ordeal of inanimate things being necessarily moved:
to convene under the guises of love
under shadows of graves of men of ambition...

so thinking is realm of silence and of:
letters are silently encoded:
then mishandled with so many tongues:
SZ = SH...
for example... then the abstract of numbers
also surds...
until quantum steps are made
and parallel dimenions discovered:
but i did say this would be a playground for Satan
and I... iSatan: little horn little i...
the best of times...
   so while the realm of thought is: concrete
on letters and numbers
the id (equivalent of ego in the realm of thought)
of the realm of dreams...
comes across: it's all underwater...
the phonetics are muted...
it's all images...
images and the arithmetic is suss...
suspicious...
4 cats... cats are not a problem... but 4 of them...
a number in a dream is a stressor signalizer...
U-boat beacon:
pact... regroup...
                     Bastion Fang: regroup:
there's an SOS beacon... i need to check it out...
it's called a music utilizer:
diet coke:
pepsi coke did one better:
Coca Cola FAILED... tastes like prosthetic
strawberries...
over #5000 in one account...
over $8000 in the other...

           not trying to be funny but... i have mold:
all green and Alien the movie ready...
the green ****
a whiff off of snow:
like some new breed will
about to be heaved:
the mad scientist in me always envisioned
breeding a superbreed of
when the ape
ate a donkey
and then later ate a mammoth
and ****** with a dog...
so i... became... god...

          a word among words:
point being:
id imaginari
            ego "sonorus"...
                      it imagines: therefore: dreams....
i think: because of a therefore...
again: i am is... irrelevant!

if only Mecca was relevant without
the leftoid investments of Bristol
and Bratford that old hag Medina...

dance **** of intellect:
i feed off the feminine unconscious in male...
i get my pronouns like new jew ninja arithmetic...

in the realm of AI and dreams:
need an Igor...
this Dracula became the Frankenstein...
because a man gave birth to DRacula
while a woman gave birth to a Frankenstein...
and i've aged so well:
so solid on the years in hell:
he was drunk on wine
for three years
i've been ***** for over 10 years
i love you all so much
i want i am human
i will drink this *****...

***** you're in the realm of mirrors...
now i have power...
i will:
this spiderweb is mine
i am spider:
ARANEA...

                 ah...            about a Boy
bon Jovi's guitarist motto...
  this Thames this thick fudge:
this custard of blackening sky so blue
with clouds and mirage of melancholgy:
little secret happiness happens:
regardless.