drinking *** allows you to
spots things.... the like of insects crawling
on glasss... the oddity being:
inside a room... i call it a misguide
between glass and air...
and then there's evanescne's
my immortal...
and why i can forge
a need for a tear...
that sense of
a gratifying gulp of snot...
the pass on asking being
demanding....
like wolverine asking jane / phoenix
out on a date... but being rejected....
because she's seeing
cyclopse;
**** me, a woman's take on scent...
and then cleaning up cat's ****...
well done....
to satiate the brute...
you have to be the brute...
and what of a need for
a callous call to make amends?
well, merely answered by a:
hush;
and that's outside the domain
of saying growl...
when an actual growl was neccesary;
and was, a verb, rather than a noun...
oh the freeing feeling
of the much adored sadness!
god, with it, i am, nowhere closer than
to you, in that i am... "claustrophobic",
yes, res locus;
yes, res locus... it's something that gives
a historicity of the cartesian argument...
a temporal and a spatial guise-cocnern
for temperaments that avoids
fabrics, and that said, generally:
fashion; esp. to give vogue to cognition!
it really can be "unfashionable"
to think someone's argument...
e.g. kant? unfashionable.
nietszche? very much fashionable...
it's called hegel's lecture notes + marx's critique...
cogntive vogue...
i like that term...
it sounds so much more astute to be said,
than say, cultural marxism...
so much easier to state:
well... given the year 2017, the cognitive vogue
is... a, b, c...
than ascribe some definitves /
post-scripts of an ideology,
like darwinism, that's become as rigid
as the geometry of a triangle;
and **** me! the theaory won't budge!
it won't budge into a yawn! degraded as library
material!
it had to compete with marxism
as having, a culutral status!