if you really don't understand this, start reading heidegger, i'm probably half the "worth" of concern in this debacle... i can't take the immediate critique of allowing someone to call this a "word salad", when someone cites such a noun against me, and hasn't bothered reading a single book of existential philosophy, instead pretending to write a novel, but instead bound to playing video games... so so soorry; oh *******, i like video games... war robots! interactive internet gaming... my user name? otto iv.

to write poetry,
as if to become a tsunami
akin to a mongolian
horde...
   nothing more,
nothing less:
  to write poetry, without
a single care for orthodoxy
in terms of recognised
dogmatism, and subsequent
recognition of technique:
to write poetry
with only one "technique"
in mind:
   the river...
      to flow, unconscious born,
upon the altar of death:
aware the prescribed demise...
to write poetry,
in "metaphor": akin
      to a mongolian horde:
to overpower with trick
or tail,
to overpower, with volume
with dynamo,
where the river meets
               the waterfall -
to steal from the thief *cogito,
and return all
     "nonsense" of expression
into a conflict of sum
vs. non sum, and liberate
cogito, toward the realm
of neither sum nor non sum:
that is vanus... emptiness,
that the hebrews call ayin -
or rather: ayin sof,
that the latins call it less
remarked: the emptied thing,
that contains the libra of a
worth of: being the "thing" of being,
contra the unworth of: "being" being:
            a worth of the thing
               "known" as "non-being"
without the immediacy to conform
   to a vector of will, i.e. the point.
can it be said without an
existential impetus for pedantry
in markings of the punctual spare
of the fashionable 15? i can't
think of any other approach, minding
the complex of: predestination
without invoking images...
       i agree: a masquerade of "a" self...
truth goes out the window,
along with the aquarium...
with the atheistic scissors cut into:
   what truth? given a secondary potential
of a masquerade of "the" self...
   and the primary potential of "a" self
as that: which serves best the whim,
   and the attache of: whimsical?
language can imitate the next physics
discovery, it too can become sub-atomic -
  in that sub-lettered ushers in
     confusing language:
            language post-kabbalism
in the sub-atomic realm looks like this...
poets too paint...
               but the b & w image looks rather
confusing, or least of all: difficult
to manage a convo over...
             pompous? hardly...
            yes, otto iv says:
   it's a decent psychological experiment...
                   a group-think endeavour;
if there is to be any remnant art,
it can't "escape" into allowing contemporary
understanding and mastery over it,
   true art, has to be akin to history,
is must: stretch beyond the foundation -
should a contemporary understand it,
i'd find that an insult,
    and should a contemporary not understand
it, and use a psychiatric term for
discrediting the effort imbued in the work...
well... the same insult results...
   pity the russians...
  they have a "hard sign" ъ,
              and a "soft sign" ь
(mięki vs. twardy) -
          both are diacritical indicators -
of whatever letter they are invited to represent...
shame the russians, being so religiously
orthodox, never learned diacritical orthodoxy,
of invoking stressors from either above,
or below...
                              e.g.               ę = иъ
   but in french?                  é = иь...

     grave e? i.e. è? that's just a ******* pacman.  

p.s. bloodhound gang's song mope...
alt.? falco... rock rock... rock me
                 aschmadeutsche'tooshy-tooshy:
a fabergé egg before the conversation
starts, talking the lingo of the floral fleshy bits...

hey! mama russia! learn the vertical
indicators! i'm done trying to differentiate
the horizontals!