.how did the political "debate" ever become surmount to include musicians? from what i've seen? of the KEXP radio session... Ashish Vyas had the most fun from the session... i always admired the bass players more than those ****-offs running out of rhythm guitar sessions... bass, a tier above the drums... masturbator-grand-master-soloist... i guess this is one of those nights where i drink more than i write... elephant's ******* choking me to come... oh well... not even a Decalogue will save me... the political art is no art to begin with, curtains... all i'm seeing if curtains... and households filled with retired personel... and curtains... curtains but not blinds... it's abhorrent to have to listen to music with hushed bass guitar... notably metallica... apart from devil's dance and... where's the bass guitar? the rhythm guitar section overpowers the music... fine fine, have your solo *******, but don't silence the bass guitar with the rhythm guitar, i need to hear the drums translated via the bass guitar into the rhythm guitar... solo guitar and vocals all you want... it's like... the lessons to be learned from jazz, when all the fire prime instruments are allowed to solo... went, "missing"... i need the bass, man... frantic bass & drum genre type of music will not do lollipops for me... what was the alternative? dub-step? well... vex'd & distance... burial... who were the others? i don't remember... don't make me cite skrillex: white privelege man! yeah... at least with rabbit teeth missing, doing that well known party trick! i don't like bands that have a knack at an over-emphasis of the rhythm guitar, who neglect the bass guitar... it's so counter the jazz-inheritance... tool: grand bass, red hot chilli peppers, silverchair... i need that smoothing out layer of sound that manifests itself in a bass... a layer of sound just below the rhythm guitar and a tier above the base (not bass) of the african drum borrow... bāß... base (not bass)... yes, it's not supposed to look pretty: a phonetic antithesis... as most "things" in english...
mind you... did i mention how heidegger
has a foot in the door?
oh... i didn't? did i?
the reflexive and the reflective quadratic...
the reflex of conscience "vs."
the reflectiveness of consciousness...
heidegger:
language - only if speech has acquired
the highest univocity of the word does it become
strong for the hidden play of its essential
multivocity (as withdrawn from all "logic"),
of which poets and thinkers alone are capable,
in their own respective modes and their own
directions of sovereignty.
of the few lyrics i've entertained these passing
"days"?
the black keys: lonely boy -
i got a love that keeps me waiting...
borrowing from Kafka i guess:
in that case, i’ll miss the thing by waiting for it.
no?
guess there's no "oops" where these words
come from...
with the "passive" circumstance of the faculty
of memory...
two tiers of memory:
the reflexive memory type,
the scholastic rubric type...
1 x 4 = 4, a + b + a +c + u + s = instrument =
counting... etc.,
that's the reflexive memory type...
a scholastic rubric...
dyktando...
but memory also occupies
the reflective parameters...
which involve personality...
a sort of memory dissociated from schooling,
and more, associated with:
disinhibiting any chances of succumbing
to dementia's grinding machine
of the mortal circus...
the reflexive memory storage bank is
the buffer...
the "placebo": nay... the safety mechanism...
but... too much education,
too much pointless education,
and the erosion of the reflective memory
storage bank: this is not a buffer,
this is not a something equipped with
a "safety mechanism"...
given that a self is perpetuated
within the confines of
a constant conflict with the "self"...
a and italics / the and "ambiguity commas"...
well, there's always a place to start...
i find of like philosophy as being
a rigour associated with a satisfactory
form of vocab.,
namely?
i can use the associated words bound
to a sentence with confidance...
unlike a ****** fiction writer,
sometimes dabbling into loan words
from a thesaurus, to, invoke:
an intelligence superiority...
don't worry...
when people lend themselves
to use a thesaurus, having exhausted
their adjective knowledge... it shows...
come on... a background in chemistry nouns?
3,5-methylhexane... you think?
that's the remains of a saxon past in english...
in chemistry...
germans spell like dr. faustus to begin with,
they, compound...
the remains of a germanic past in
the current state of english shrapnel still
lives... in chemistry...
hydrocarbons...
usually met with a hypen:
hydro-carbons...
siebentausendzweihundertvierundfünfzig
(7,254)...
well, very german: what a waste of not employing
punctuation marks (', -) when it came
to the caterpillar 189, 819:
methionylthreonylthreonylglutaminylarginyl...isoleucine,
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or just read the end of james joyce's ulysses
or jean-paul sarte's iron in the soul...
you do have to insert shrapenl punctuation
into this word...
but these are the last remains of the english language
being associated with a germanic origin:
compounding words...
esp. in chemistry...
as any drunk would state,
to suffice...
what was it that the luftwaffe
prescribed for the night raids
on London?
and what did isis fighters
be prescribed?
amphetamines?
n'oh!
(minus the extended omega:
oooooo enough time
for a katy perry song,
an afternoon shower,
a slap in the face,
and then a few punches,
hey, jerking off became
boring)...
so the british,
and a few polacks doing their
r.a.f. bit beat the germans
because?
oh... **** no...
they were ingesting
an impediment factor,
durg, ****,
drunk, numb-skulled...
we're talking counter
measure to the "enchanced"
mensch...
high on amphetamines...
insomniac, but still going...
i guess the loci of
the amphetamine adventure
had to relocate to the anti-ego
focus of the phallus
in the variation of viagara...
****...
i care more for my giggles
and a friar tuck physiognomy...
seriously...
it's more important than mere
gymnastics of
a freudian "metaphor"...
ha ha...
i guess conversation is
also allowed...
try keeping that up...
given that most men are
******* into a solipsism...
date nights... m'ah ah ha ha ha...
i figured that i don't
need french intellectuals to
redefine absurdity,
or german philosophers
to "redefine" existentialism,
i just needed to leech
off an nativistic english
"public"...
what the ruling
class spews:
i reinterpret...
simple, 1 + 1 = 2...
crux, numbers,
bounce back...
echo...
compliment to the language...
as i stood in the shower thinking...
well isn't modern gaming
slightly "ingenious"...
money piggy...
or... reversed...
provided the unlimited time
of experience...
no constraints,
just a game within a game,
like sims 3: making a sim
play a video game...
wormhole paradox
and a brain shattering moment,
a jolt,
these modern "free" games?
well... at least if you
do not invest in them,
are... games mostly associated with
time...
time is the game...
whoever gets ****** into
the money laundering schemes
of these games,
forgot to read the cheat walkthroughs
akin to final fantasy VII,
because of homework,
and... Saturday mornings.
**** air guitar:
here's to air drumming to posit
a point...
the allies drunk their pint
of whiskey, slightly debilitated,
without the circumstance of feeding
a feeling of superiority,
the germans over-inflated
their superiority complex with
amphetamines...
ergo?
i'm either proper drunk, or just plain dumb,
or... it's related to listen, repeat,
listen, repeat: katy perry
(sucker for POP!)....
never mind...
games used to be fun,
games used to lead to a completion,
tenchu, that was fun,
final fantasy VII...
but this current,
money-sucker of an experience?
well... sure...
now games have reached
an anti checkmate conundrum
which it is...
because, the games are "free"...
apparently time,
is perceived as a non-commodity...
tell that to someone stuck
in traffic...
time: the "elder" flimsy
construct of relativism...
try not giggling
while exchanging whislting to
either the british grenadier march song,
and the french la marseillaise...
it's like eating pork liver with onions
fry funny...
or at least a stew of chicken
hearts... tight tender little *******...
but modern gaming is just that...
ingenious counter measure
to the old school variation
of gaming,
games... without fiction,
games, without script...
continued perpetuation
of engagement "syndrome"...
thank god,
i'm pretty sure that if i went beyond
owning a PS1,
i wouldn't have spotted this,
and have a narrative subsequently,
for the worth any sort
of compromise...
ergo? i drink...
eh... i need to dumb down...
it wouldn't be fair otherwise...
it's not so easy,
to acquire a culture,
a psychology,
a mentality,
and then...
to ****... (grimmace, burp,
snigger) it all away...
**** me, the flute always
gets me...
i mean...
every time i hear that flute...
my feet at rambling,
itching to tap along...
well of course it wasn't
the ******* jazzy clarinet,
was it?!
tell that to the broad
who perfect a *******...
see if she comes back
as smart,
as smart to comply with
the intricacies
of playing, the ******* clarinet.
p.s.
aud lang syne: the only song,
of all time...
shakespeare seems
pale by comparison,
"side-note"...
broad vs. brode,
******* giggles in the afternoon.