*why is everyone, suddenly sully, namely patient x, readied for psychological testing, when his only mental "disorder", is the society he lives in? why has everyone become suspect? is stalin in office? no... so, why the **** do i feel like i'm under some premonition shadow of a bogus minority report? now, shouldn't i feel obliged by a paranoiac shiver, to merely ask a question? no? fall into rank you say... now i'm going to die less in awe, and more in a nervous anticipation of a kafkaesque trial... some words really deserve a thesaurus... when awe became worry, when worry became paranoia, when paranoia became huh(?), and then huh(?) assured us all that it was: not worth the ******* bother.*
i don't like psychology for one reason,
and one reason alone:
there's too much common sense in it...
every time i hear some psychologist speak
i think of some sort of common
sense adventist...
then again, i also think of these
people as obtuse insomniacs:
for all the common sense they speak,
they also seem to be the ones
most likely to have been the ones
recently woken;
i can't help but find psychologists as
"historians" freshly out of hibernation,
with a sickness known as morality,
a "soul" and a god:
tell that soul bit to asthmatics,
those hyper-ventilating
multiple-reincarnations locked
up in a two 4 one deal of existential debates,
******** gratis...
there's just too much "common sense"
in psychology,
this darwinistic puritanism that's
annoying as high-fuck of a 9th tier worth's
of dante's paradiso:
you still get to see the face of god
(beatrice portinari) -
but then you miss the murk sloth
sleuth of virgil in the inferno...
and why wonder,
why the people have already decided:
hell is more interesting,
god is a bore,
and a woman is at most desired:
when she cannot be attained -
and a man most desirable:
when he cannot be tamed.
Sep 23, 2017
Sep 23, 2017 at 7:48 PM UTC
*why is everyone, suddenly sully, namely patient x, readied for psychological testing, when his only mental "disorder", is the society he lives in? why has everyone become suspect? is stalin in office? no... so, why the **** do i feel like i'm under some premonition shadow of a bogus minority report? now, shouldn't i feel obliged by a paranoiac shiver, to merely ask a question? no? fall into rank you say... now i'm going to die less in awe, and more in a nervous anticipation of a kafkaesque trial... some words really deserve a thesaurus... when awe became worry, when worry became paranoia, when paranoia became huh(?), and then huh(?) assured us all that it was: not worth the ******* bother.*
i don't like psychology for one reason,
and one reason alone:
there's too much common sense in it...
every time i hear some psychologist speak
i think of some sort of common
sense adventist...
then again, i also think of these
people as obtuse insomniacs:
for all the common sense they speak,
they also seem to be the ones
most likely to have been the ones
recently woken;
i can't help but find psychologists as
"historians" freshly out of hibernation,
with a sickness known as morality,
a "soul" and a god:
tell that soul bit to asthmatics,
those hyper-ventilating
multiple-reincarnations locked
up in a two 4 one deal of existential debates,
******** gratis...
there's just too much "common sense"
in psychology,
this darwinistic puritanism that's
annoying as high-fuck of a 9th tier worth's
of dante's paradiso:
you still get to see the face of god
(beatrice portinari) -
but then you miss the murk sloth
sleuth of virgil in the inferno...
and why wonder,
why the people have already decided:
hell is more interesting,
god is a bore,
and a woman is at most desired:
when she cannot be attained -
and a man most desirable:
when he cannot be tamed.