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but have you noticed, have you noticed how  all mental health problems stem form a seemingly aether virus that attacks the pronoun category; i mean with proper justifiable schizoids you will not hear of the nouns being ransacked for an equation that equates itself to misnomers; it's all categorised negation of ease within the framework of pronouns. it's strange that philosophers stress the pronouns so much these days and those countless prior, but why do mental health diseases attack the pronouns and not the nouns? they attack the verbs thoroughly, but prior to the verbs exposing an illness the pronouns are attacked, so that many considering the singularity of expressing thought are ill because of being forced into a plural expression of thought: "voices." i find it hard to understand, but it's the reality, the aether virus attacks the pronoun on the backdrop of a king's casual expression / use of pronouns, when a king casually says of himself as omni or multi with one and we respectively; so why are pronouns so weak and nouns so strong that a tree cannot be a misnomer attaché of timber and rock not a pillar, or mountain as the verb: mountaineering? the pronoun category is weak from day one, because it suggests photographic duck animation on the lip pursed into a quack quack, but if we constructed thought without knowledge prior, eating the fruit of knowledge rather than the fruit of thought, using the starting point of the genesis metaphor, it's sometimes a no brainer to have weak thinking and strength in knowing, for if there was strength in thinking and weakness in knowing, i'd be the one chiseling these words in the ice age on a cavern wall. so, given, that diseases such as the famed premature dementia attack the pronouns but not the nouns the schizoid one will convene life with: pizza is pizza and sunshine ray down the drain clock the millionth dead parting of grasshoppers in decimals - while man unto man lusts one man's parting in decimals, but should dire said, part man with integers, and insects with decimals! but still, in the terminology of a cartesian understanding of illness, in that segregational aspect of things "sorted," why are mental illnesses tattooed in a weak pronoun usage compared to a strength in other grammatical categories? why are not mental illnesses ******* the life out of the nouns? the nouns are intact, the pronouns attacked, and the verbs chess piece the pawn from the casually speaking clown king into a beast imprisoned, for while the pronouns are attacked and the nouns left intact, the attack on pronouns expresses itself fully in verbs of the never existent tact: with such magic as to claim knock knock on plank is the same as knock knock on veneer.
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Sep 18, 2015
Sep 18, 2015 at 7:58 PM UTC
plank v. veneer via grasshoppers
but have you noticed, have you noticed how  all mental health problems stem form a seemingly aether virus that attacks the pronoun category; i mean with proper justifiable schizoids you will not hear of the nouns being ransacked for an equation that equates itself to misnomers; it's all categorised negation of ease within the framework of pronouns. it's strange that philosophers stress the pronouns so much these days and those countless prior, but why do mental health diseases attack the pronouns and not the nouns? they attack the verbs thoroughly, but prior to the verbs exposing an illness the pronouns are attacked, so that many considering the singularity of expressing thought are ill because of being forced into a plural expression of thought: "voices." i find it hard to understand, but it's the reality, the aether virus attacks the pronoun on the backdrop of a king's casual expression / use of pronouns, when a king casually says of himself as omni or multi with one and we respectively; so why are pronouns so weak and nouns so strong that a tree cannot be a misnomer attaché of timber and rock not a pillar, or mountain as the verb: mountaineering? the pronoun category is weak from day one, because it suggests photographic duck animation on the lip pursed into a quack quack, but if we constructed thought without knowledge prior, eating the fruit of knowledge rather than the fruit of thought, using the starting point of the genesis metaphor, it's sometimes a no brainer to have weak thinking and strength in knowing, for if there was strength in thinking and weakness in knowing, i'd be the one chiseling these words in the ice age on a cavern wall. so, given, that diseases such as the famed premature dementia attack the pronouns but not the nouns the schizoid one will convene life with: pizza is pizza and sunshine ray down the drain clock the millionth dead parting of grasshoppers in decimals - while man unto man lusts one man's parting in decimals, but should dire said, part man with integers, and insects with decimals! but still, in the terminology of a cartesian understanding of illness, in that segregational aspect of things "sorted," why are mental illnesses tattooed in a weak pronoun usage compared to a strength in other grammatical categories? why are not mental illnesses ******* the life out of the nouns? the nouns are intact, the pronouns attacked, and the verbs chess piece the pawn from the casually speaking clown king into a beast imprisoned, for while the pronouns are attacked and the nouns left intact, the attack on pronouns expresses itself fully in verbs of the never existent tact: with such magic as to claim knock knock on plank is the same as knock knock on veneer.
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The blank page stares at me mockingly, an empty wishing well of impermanent desires, my thoughts a herd of nomadic feral cats to be coraled. It is a mathematical permutation of the identity matrix, imaginary numbers and exponents, fractional divisions with no order of operations. Solve me for x, given y, yield absolute value at absolute zero as my function crosses Cartesian boundaries.      | x |  =   y * (universal truth / personal experience)  ±  squareRoot(-1) y  =  zero;  go. Factor in gravity (9.8 meters per second^2), we have lost cabin pressure. Please show all work, points will be deducted, this is a test.
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Nov 15, 2013
Nov 15, 2013 at 10:35 AM UTC
Differential Equations
.*i guess a loss of subscriptions is, somehow, a badge of honor, namely? i somehow managed to attach a screwdriver to my words... why? read below... English women consider motherhood to be a job... how ******* demeaning! gone are the days of womanhood attaining the stature of god, in the Christian methodology of encompassing the pivot of lady Madonna... perhaps a too high peddle-stool? i guess so... i'm not usurping the female status, but elevating a female stature, deeming motherhood an UNESCO status? seems it's too much... for some people... who make it necessary to befriend their shadow, and travel to the hinterlands.* just your atypical pedantry, a translator's subscript comment - who's richard rojcewicz's... regarding what? heidegger...        das volk,       and the three derivatives - volkhaft (populist),        volklich (communal) und?            völkisch (folkish) - i'm starting to suspect that i'm tapping in the all things folk.... unconsciously, favoring folk music...    see, us central europeans, we bunch together and share the most odd similarities -    i never thought that the song herr mannelig could be translated from Swedish - as it was translated into German... then again... Vikings founded Kiev... and all these loan-words of Germanic origin in Polish...     the only Anglo loan-word that i know of, is, weekend... hence, das volk, people -    by the way... German has "too many" definite articles,    and only one ein - or eine - is that the same rule as in Ęnglish? i.e. N                  in an example,    rather than in a counter example?    two vowels adjacent in separate word, sitting across from the grand chasm of... a spacing itch? but look at German, i never get it... DAS DIE DER...              is there an aesthetic difference, and only an aesthetic difference to mind?         bewildering... if there is such a thing as a western civilization...    that sometime     pompous obnoxiousness, fair enough... no problem:    but learn to hide it,            feel it, rather then feed it... it's not a question of a civilization, but more...     an answer to what is less civilization, and more... a chore... just like western women, notably the english women call motherhood a, "job"...                    it's a... wait... a job? doubt was big in classic philosophy of the Cartesian schematic... so no one knows that the French existentialists brought in negation,     as the driving force to replace doubt?               who the hell sees doubt these days?     either the know it alles - or the hush-hush crowd...            motherhood is a... job? well... then i guess, being a man... western civilization, by that standard of logic...    can't be anything more...    than a.... ******* chore!
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Aug 14, 2018
Aug 14, 2018 at 8:33 AM UTC
das volk (translator's note)
.*i guess a loss of subscriptions is, somehow, a badge of honor, namely? i somehow managed to attach a screwdriver to my words... why? read below... English women consider motherhood to be a job... how ******* demeaning! gone are the days of womanhood attaining the stature of god, in the Christian methodology of encompassing the pivot of lady Madonna... perhaps a too high peddle-stool? i guess so... i'm not usurping the female status, but elevating a female stature, deeming motherhood an UNESCO status? seems it's too much... for some people... who make it necessary to befriend their shadow, and travel to the hinterlands.* just your atypical pedantry, a translator's subscript comment - who's richard rojcewicz's... regarding what? heidegger...        das volk,       and the three derivatives - volkhaft (populist),        volklich (communal) und?            völkisch (folkish) - i'm starting to suspect that i'm tapping in the all things folk.... unconsciously, favoring folk music...    see, us central europeans, we bunch together and share the most odd similarities -    i never thought that the song herr mannelig could be translated from Swedish - as it was translated into German... then again... Vikings founded Kiev... and all these loan-words of Germanic origin in Polish...     the only Anglo loan-word that i know of, is, weekend... hence, das volk, people -    by the way... German has "too many" definite articles,    and only one ein - or eine - is that the same rule as in Ęnglish? i.e. N                  in an example,    rather than in a counter example?    two vowels adjacent in separate word, sitting across from the grand chasm of... a spacing itch? but look at German, i never get it... DAS DIE DER...              is there an aesthetic difference, and only an aesthetic difference to mind?         bewildering... if there is such a thing as a western civilization...    that sometime     pompous obnoxiousness, fair enough... no problem:    but learn to hide it,            feel it, rather then feed it... it's not a question of a civilization, but more...     an answer to what is less civilization, and more... a chore... just like western women, notably the english women call motherhood a, "job"...                    it's a... wait... a job? doubt was big in classic philosophy of the Cartesian schematic... so no one knows that the French existentialists brought in negation,     as the driving force to replace doubt?               who the hell sees doubt these days?     either the know it alles - or the hush-hush crowd...            motherhood is a... job? well... then i guess, being a man... western civilization, by that standard of logic...    can't be anything more...    than a.... ******* chore!
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*concerning the last lines... all we can do with the Cartesian Libra is add adjectives to it, which is contrary to what the existentialists did by simply modifying a furthered abstraction of the compounds 'i think' and 'i am', via the inverted comma(s), otherwise known as dittoing, sic, prior said, or re-, true to the oddity; a king will continue to question his position / being a king by not thinking about it, hence his uninhibited delusions, hereditary, very much genetic; and hence someone who precursors his being with much concern for thinking, the inhibited delusion, self-serving - both are adjective expansions of the Cartesian Libra, just added qualities, given both are facts requiring a slab of marble to look like Rodin's kiss - or approximate, with therefore being the chisel, and so dependent the end product, indeed a slab of marble at first, but not necessarily Rodin's kiss at the end - perhaps a Notre Dame gargoyle...* i am what i think, that's what i came up with after reading some of the bio sketches - even though the truth is that i am what i own - thinking is the part that comes last, if i own a bed and a roof over my head, i end up i thinking about being homeless - but sometimes you do find the ones that are inclined to be what they think, the extremes we call them - supreme anti-materialists, it's not satisfying to own a house or a phone, more is required, something tinged with transcendental counters - they "own" a home but rather not live in it, already the looming fairy of heaven tells them of an unnatural life expectancy - some might say thinking a form of uninhibited delusion sketches, like i'd be a venture capitalists taking a weekend away in Hawaii while some ridiculousness of poverty in India was to blame for my jet streams and carbon footprints - they keep the inhibited delusional in cages without a chance to sketch - because the uninhibited delusional have all the freedoms that Versailles could allow - or... uninhibited delusions of non-thought, inherited, hereditary, versus inhibited delusions of thought, mutated, self-invented... this could very well be a "magic" square with two further variations, i.e. uninhibited delusions of thought (psychopathy) inhibited delusions of non-thought (coma?
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Jun 19, 2016
Jun 19, 2016 at 10:11 AM UTC
the Cartesian Libra
*concerning the last lines... all we can do with the Cartesian Libra is add adjectives to it, which is contrary to what the existentialists did by simply modifying a furthered abstraction of the compounds 'i think' and 'i am', via the inverted comma(s), otherwise known as dittoing, sic, prior said, or re-, true to the oddity; a king will continue to question his position / being a king by not thinking about it, hence his uninhibited delusions, hereditary, very much genetic; and hence someone who precursors his being with much concern for thinking, the inhibited delusion, self-serving - both are adjective expansions of the Cartesian Libra, just added qualities, given both are facts requiring a slab of marble to look like Rodin's kiss - or approximate, with therefore being the chisel, and so dependent the end product, indeed a slab of marble at first, but not necessarily Rodin's kiss at the end - perhaps a Notre Dame gargoyle...* i am what i think, that's what i came up with after reading some of the bio sketches - even though the truth is that i am what i own - thinking is the part that comes last, if i own a bed and a roof over my head, i end up i thinking about being homeless - but sometimes you do find the ones that are inclined to be what they think, the extremes we call them - supreme anti-materialists, it's not satisfying to own a house or a phone, more is required, something tinged with transcendental counters - they "own" a home but rather not live in it, already the looming fairy of heaven tells them of an unnatural life expectancy - some might say thinking a form of uninhibited delusion sketches, like i'd be a venture capitalists taking a weekend away in Hawaii while some ridiculousness of poverty in India was to blame for my jet streams and carbon footprints - they keep the inhibited delusional in cages without a chance to sketch - because the uninhibited delusional have all the freedoms that Versailles could allow - or... uninhibited delusions of non-thought, inherited, hereditary, versus inhibited delusions of thought, mutated, self-invented... this could very well be a "magic" square with two further variations, i.e. uninhibited delusions of thought (psychopathy) inhibited delusions of non-thought (coma?
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**** you and your little intelligentsia group therapy sessions basing its roots in caveman cartesian theoretic - i know you know that the blank canvas are the ******** and that artists work on that - because normally grey citizens are no blank canvas but a subordination - but still, **** you, why not concentrate on the blank economics of a beggar to exercise your little intelligentsia get-together sessions? there are less social securities in that department of inquiry - mental health and art... what's that? you jealous of the caverns of the mind crafting an escape pod to your ****** exercise of mechanisation - **** on me, crosswords! su doku! all matters of encryption! endear your lack of creativity with the synonymousness act of creativity decoding encryption, because you obviously can't encrypt on a complete lack of encoding parameters (blanks). you can't encrypt originality unless you start with encrypting nothingness with stars... and how often does that happen? perhaps once... i care to make you feel something akin to bombastic, a football stadium size of appreciation lost - skull kickabout with commentary: to create the post-relativity warp of quantity-quality, akin to space-time, for indeed the answer to science's space-time hyphenated couplet is quantity-quality - and that's hardly a measurable consideration, since there are too many particulars involved, i.e. too many individuals, choices and disparaging wills - too many particulars in the hyphenated couplet quantity-quality, since science is offering universal breadcrumbs with its space-time rationalisation for each and every for a share in populating an insignificance, whether on a personal scale or an impersonal / collective scale - and both are indeed expressed, the famous parasitical comparison found in too many numbered essays by individuals - but still humanism has a quantity-quality parabola, while science has its space-time parabola, and indeed both in dip, provide waves, for example the former with Plato and Neoplatonism, and for example the latter with the revisionists of Einstein - the revisionist excavators arguing precision to 100% proof of measurement in exponential scaling of the mind theorising a bus trip to Saturn like a bus-trip parallel-akin to a 1 mile trip on the same vehicle in the earthly atmosphere.
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Apr 14, 2016
Apr 14, 2016 at 8:40 PM UTC
humanism's space-time (i.e. quantity-quality)
**** you and your little intelligentsia group therapy sessions basing its roots in caveman cartesian theoretic - i know you know that the blank canvas are the ******** and that artists work on that - because normally grey citizens are no blank canvas but a subordination - but still, **** you, why not concentrate on the blank economics of a beggar to exercise your little intelligentsia get-together sessions? there are less social securities in that department of inquiry - mental health and art... what's that? you jealous of the caverns of the mind crafting an escape pod to your ****** exercise of mechanisation - **** on me, crosswords! su doku! all matters of encryption! endear your lack of creativity with the synonymousness act of creativity decoding encryption, because you obviously can't encrypt on a complete lack of encoding parameters (blanks). you can't encrypt originality unless you start with encrypting nothingness with stars... and how often does that happen? perhaps once... i care to make you feel something akin to bombastic, a football stadium size of appreciation lost - skull kickabout with commentary: to create the post-relativity warp of quantity-quality, akin to space-time, for indeed the answer to science's space-time hyphenated couplet is quantity-quality - and that's hardly a measurable consideration, since there are too many particulars involved, i.e. too many individuals, choices and disparaging wills - too many particulars in the hyphenated couplet quantity-quality, since science is offering universal breadcrumbs with its space-time rationalisation for each and every for a share in populating an insignificance, whether on a personal scale or an impersonal / collective scale - and both are indeed expressed, the famous parasitical comparison found in too many numbered essays by individuals - but still humanism has a quantity-quality parabola, while science has its space-time parabola, and indeed both in dip, provide waves, for example the former with Plato and Neoplatonism, and for example the latter with the revisionists of Einstein - the revisionist excavators arguing precision to 100% proof of measurement in exponential scaling of the mind theorising a bus trip to Saturn like a bus-trip parallel-akin to a 1 mile trip on the same vehicle in the earthly atmosphere.
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Mystery girl, let me make an ansatz about you: You are like an anti-gravity wave - the farther I go, the more I pine for you. Some kind of growing exponent: yes, you are the solution I ignore in my quotidian root-finding mission; Ah, the annihilation, those killer eyes! Now I see, we inhabit orthogonal planes. Your uv, to my uw, you are IR to my ivy. Wonder-woman, let me make an ansatz about you: You are elegance. Ripple-play at pebbles, those dimpled cheeks. Deliciously symmetric. Alpha 180,  no Beta at all - well not Cartesian. Guess it's subterranean, Artesian, in the k-space, transform domain, my mind-space, where, girl, you are a wonder of beauty and grace. Magicienne, let me make an Ansatz about you: You are the particle for Love waves. A lovelet. Dressed in that kaftan when you walk in, I will sublimate. Ether-maker, you solve the Hamiltonian, I see now how matter's made.
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Feb 10, 2015
Feb 10, 2015 at 10:40 PM UTC
Ansatz für lieben
Patterns form across convex corneas Geometric portraits of tangram animals Hexagonal-faced lions Triangular-trunked elephants etc. Tessellations of anagrams Draped over rods like Batik fabric smoothed over king-sized beds Calculating Bayesian probability on fingertips rote styles Whispering, "Carry the 1!" to columns of 100s with a remainder? Try again. Plot Cartesian coordinates with mechanical pencils click! click! click! Crying, "Awwwww.....                                   you                                         sunk                                                 my                                                      battleship!"
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Mar 3, 2014
Mar 3, 2014 at 11:28 PM UTC
government happy to report test scores are up
As I sit in front of the feared book mocking me with it's elaborative examples of reminders reminding me of all that I can't do... the x's and the y's programs my brain forcing an instant recall of memories about all my ex's and my why's and as I fail exercise after exercise I start doubting my rationality... What is the probability that I , am nothing more than a common denominator?? the truth is, that while trying to figure out the identities of sin, cos and tan... I realise that my own is not yet figured out... I am still lost somewhere in the Cartesian plane... I have no hope for passing my exam tomorrow... my sleepless nights are haunted by the statistics , and the improbabilities that make up life as we know it... but that's okay because I am not analytical... I am not mathematical... I am just lost between the letters and the numbers of a world I will never understand...
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Nov 10, 2013
Nov 10, 2013 at 10:27 AM UTC
Studying for maths
Know-it-all revelation celebration deflated with a "no you ******* don't" Cartesian cliche quotation. So imagine mom's elation when she finally shut the **** up and moved up in conformist ranks set trends and bred friends. Thanks! Thanks friends. Without you I'm just some pearly whites, a sundress and a skewed perception of what is wrong and what is right Future bright, like some little paper lantern glowing but if the flame kisses pulp than than just gulp and take up sewing. Because you're growing with the notion you're just some fish up in the ocean attracting fish nets with fishnets floatinghopingchoking Choking on your words over 3 syllables it's a drag I'm feeling bad for the fact that I'm a man **** you dad. A slight ephebophillic fascination for the fairy folk Till she spoke, and ruined the illusion I was going for Little girls turned shiny objects auctioned off to flyest bidder Quit her after several children, physical evidence you did her Hit her too, I feel the burden bared by my sister, hung on the bottom rung just because her organs are within her. teenaged girls are wasted on the their Y possessed cohorts ***** and ****** so guess what? your mother was a ***** too Our system's banging **** ******* "get money" funny we weren't singing that song getting tucked in by our mommys
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Nov 3, 2011
Nov 3, 2011 at 11:26 AM UTC
Teenagers
René Descartes rested his pen, to take a Parisian stroll - stopping to order a cup at his favorite patisserie. The waitress queried "with cream?" and René who sipped his brew black testily scoffed, "I think not" and immediately disappeared. August, 2013
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Aug 22, 2013
Aug 22, 2013 at 1:11 AM UTC
Cartesian Rapture
well acting is a metaphysical assertion of the physical act of theft, in Cartesian terms: a part of the extension is stolen, for example an object passed down via generations, your grandmother's wedding ring... acting is in a sense a theft that defines creating a civilisation and eradicating tribalism: galoshes, guttering, sewers and irritable bowel movements. some said acting was a subtler form of defining theft, given the term       doppelgänger; i.e. i stole your shadow, all you have is a hand to mimic a shape of a hare's head to please children,                           deal with it.
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Mar 6, 2016
Mar 6, 2016 at 10:28 PM UTC
civilised theft
what i understand as a definition of the word complex, it requires a hyphen as a pseudo conjunction, in that it coordinates words in opposition, which is why freud's right on the money with the madonna-whore complex, but completely bonkers with his oedipal fetishes, because oedipus is a complex in itself that cannot be excavated and theorised for the sake of a analogue... that's a horrid plagiarism that might plagiarise awry, for all orthodox necessities: a complex is aqua-     -marine aquamarine... but in terms of theory it's evident that the hyphen usage is still retained, before everything goes **** up perfect *** **** of compounding the two words like a german: Fernmeldeverkehr (telecommunication), der... 'nurse! pass the syllable scalpel!' 'herr doktor, der silbeskalpell.' 'ah scheiße, 'ere we go 'ere we go 'ere we go: fern' 'mel 'dever 'kehr.' the operation was a success, apart from the silbeskalpell being left in the patient's body; and i never understood why people expect you to talk to them face-to-face like you're reading autocue, the minute you talk imagining off empty space to invent a new language of comfort they equate you with autism... i once had a glance at psychiatric notes sent to the bureaucratic doctor (g.p. / general practitioner)... psst... they only care about whether:                            a. you're able to keep eye contact                     b. you're / you're not biting your nails... but that's what you get, the welfare state policy of funding distribution of the infamous n.h.s. (national health service)... ****** by the cartesian dualism of splitting mind from body like the brain is some gooey porridge mixed with cornstarch for thickness... only 0.6% of n.h.s. funding goes into psychiatry... i'm guessing at least 1% goes into prescriptions for pensioners demanding ****** i already told you, cats are ontologically autistic, hence their appeal to autistic children, or just anyone not really into leashes, being tugged or tugging, come rain or shine, come 7am or 7pm... they can be so inanimate sometimes that they blend in will flowers, and when awake, yes, like plants doing the kayan lahwi tribe's extending neck with rings thing... ah what's it called... ah yes phototropism... take the rings off the neck a million swans with broken necks.
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Feb 28, 2016
Feb 28, 2016 at 7:39 AM UTC
fernmeldeverkehr und zee silbeskalpell
what i understand as a definition of the word complex, it requires a hyphen as a pseudo conjunction, in that it coordinates words in opposition, which is why freud's right on the money with the madonna-whore complex, but completely bonkers with his oedipal fetishes, because oedipus is a complex in itself that cannot be excavated and theorised for the sake of a analogue... that's a horrid plagiarism that might plagiarise awry, for all orthodox necessities: a complex is aqua-     -marine aquamarine... but in terms of theory it's evident that the hyphen usage is still retained, before everything goes **** up perfect *** **** of compounding the two words like a german: Fernmeldeverkehr (telecommunication), der... 'nurse! pass the syllable scalpel!' 'herr doktor, der silbeskalpell.' 'ah scheiße, 'ere we go 'ere we go 'ere we go: fern' 'mel 'dever 'kehr.' the operation was a success, apart from the silbeskalpell being left in the patient's body; and i never understood why people expect you to talk to them face-to-face like you're reading autocue, the minute you talk imagining off empty space to invent a new language of comfort they equate you with autism... i once had a glance at psychiatric notes sent to the bureaucratic doctor (g.p. / general practitioner)... psst... they only care about whether:                            a. you're able to keep eye contact                     b. you're / you're not biting your nails... but that's what you get, the welfare state policy of funding distribution of the infamous n.h.s. (national health service)... ****** by the cartesian dualism of splitting mind from body like the brain is some gooey porridge mixed with cornstarch for thickness... only 0.6% of n.h.s. funding goes into psychiatry... i'm guessing at least 1% goes into prescriptions for pensioners demanding ****** i already told you, cats are ontologically autistic, hence their appeal to autistic children, or just anyone not really into leashes, being tugged or tugging, come rain or shine, come 7am or 7pm... they can be so inanimate sometimes that they blend in will flowers, and when awake, yes, like plants doing the kayan lahwi tribe's extending neck with rings thing... ah what's it called... ah yes phototropism... take the rings off the neck a million swans with broken necks.
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the evening sky returned the last star to it's assigned cartesian inclination and the night calm of barn owls sank talons of silence into modern noise the flame in the pit is having the last dream of mesquite it's reading today's newspaper from last week. relaxed reeds catching spiders and baseballs all this all this is dreaming yellow bruise hemp swaying over sand dunes backdrop for my wine glass. deadline tomorrow oblivious i could see god getting the job done. wearing house shoes. he's bumping into things but catching anything that falls always always been good at that however weary absolute Love bottle of wine, breathing won't tell a soul by telegraph when a light buzz perfectly encrypts a moment of clarity and every little thing about right now is true wild sage landing helicopters with glass blades black smearing blue, jackson ******* with van gogh's soul, brush in the palm of my eye
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Feb 27, 2012
Feb 27, 2012 at 6:56 PM UTC
THE FINE STRUCTURE OF BLUE CORN IN A BURLAP SACK
cogito qua sum because i thought the original cartesian model was too stuffy, had too many scientific models and was riddled with moths, plus it sounds better: thought in the capacity of being - plus there is absolutely no sequencing, no sequencing of events and then doubting that they happened, or denying they happened... (in relation to thinking about them) with the above stated you can have spatial awareness... for example? someone hammering nails has only a certain capacity for thinking certain things... someone watching the television has only a certain capacity for thinking certain things... as contradictory in strict cartesian terms as daydreaming: like sitting in a classroom learning about english grammar and thinking / imagining (the same thing, both cognitive faculties) you're on a beach in the maldives sipping a mojito or that you're riding a roller coaster: ergo et cetera... id est, multi vacuum prefix absens locus in metaphora... ego noto ******
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Nov 5, 2015
Nov 5, 2015 at 8:26 AM UTC
cogito qua sum
Victories and losses faded under a light so dim, Trophies and certificates stacked a ream. Fame and pride cling on to an empty name, Fear and worry fuel a meaningless dream. Greed, hatred and delusion cloud the mind, A blur and foggy vision satisfy the eyes. Mundane happiness is built on illusion and lies, Leading to pain and sorrow ready to thrive. The paths of extremes that have been tread, Relating to the stories that have been read. Supreme path of all is to be found in the middle, Demolishing the renowned Cartesian theatre. An enlightened mind transcends the web of lies, Realising the laws of the universe that created life, Compassionate, kind and fearless one becomes, Shedding false belief that is preparing to come. Oh, what a beautiful path to Enlightenment lies ahead, Which is open to all who possess faith and courage!
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Aug 5, 2012
Aug 5, 2012 at 10:14 AM UTC
Path to Enlightenment
take money out of the equation, and sack all the waiters and return to tribalism, the former statement of non-intellectual socialism, the sort of inherent: in us there is a togetherness, no more service from strangers in the hierarchy of enriching a piece of metal or a wavy rectangle of paper with “necessary” symbolism of authority of the status quo... but that’s not going to happen... the pickpocket picts are no more... the normalising normans glared at the hastings pinnacle and integrated with the saxon women... the saracens became surnames in poland... actually that last one is very true... a branch of my family has the surname saracen. so i’m reading this article and i’m hardly debasing myself, it’s not that i’m referring to sartre’s negation of certain things whether animate and essential or inanimate and existential... in that formula: i deny therefore i am... because i can’t deny my existence... and 2000 years down the line i’ll be pitchfork argument in an atheist’s mouth anyway (nothing is certain in the realm of cognition, hence the cartesian invocation of doubt), it's not like i'm referring to inappropriate pronoun usage... so **** a doodle do... twang the strings on the mandolin... i’m referring to this classical reference of the shy literary figure unable to spark conversation with strangers... god, i really love strangers, and talking to them! why? there is no personal history, there’s no past, there are no reference points... it’s just the moment and nothing else, the perfect anonymity project... not the matrix philosophy (easily invoked because it has a flimsy plot-line and loads of images... just what the doctor ordered for the english speaking masses with a very naked orthography - i.e. if it’s on the internet it’s not “real life...” as is this computer i’m using it’s not even here!) of using the deep web to join the rats and etc.; i love talking to strangers, i can forget myself and enter the realm of discretion about how within randomisation of eggshell, yoke and cockroach there’s also the randomisation of the interactants to balance out the need for a theological unit, god... it’s great... it’s like... it’s like... life. defining the genre of biography proper? never backtrack... always sidetrack... i can’t be bothered living a life with cocktail parties and romps and romantic comedies to look forward to once all the animalism becomes domesticated and a gym-session complaints column in a newspaper.
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Oct 26, 2015
Oct 26, 2015 at 7:54 PM UTC
panda suspence
take money out of the equation, and sack all the waiters and return to tribalism, the former statement of non-intellectual socialism, the sort of inherent: in us there is a togetherness, no more service from strangers in the hierarchy of enriching a piece of metal or a wavy rectangle of paper with “necessary” symbolism of authority of the status quo... but that’s not going to happen... the pickpocket picts are no more... the normalising normans glared at the hastings pinnacle and integrated with the saxon women... the saracens became surnames in poland... actually that last one is very true... a branch of my family has the surname saracen. so i’m reading this article and i’m hardly debasing myself, it’s not that i’m referring to sartre’s negation of certain things whether animate and essential or inanimate and existential... in that formula: i deny therefore i am... because i can’t deny my existence... and 2000 years down the line i’ll be pitchfork argument in an atheist’s mouth anyway (nothing is certain in the realm of cognition, hence the cartesian invocation of doubt), it's not like i'm referring to inappropriate pronoun usage... so **** a doodle do... twang the strings on the mandolin... i’m referring to this classical reference of the shy literary figure unable to spark conversation with strangers... god, i really love strangers, and talking to them! why? there is no personal history, there’s no past, there are no reference points... it’s just the moment and nothing else, the perfect anonymity project... not the matrix philosophy (easily invoked because it has a flimsy plot-line and loads of images... just what the doctor ordered for the english speaking masses with a very naked orthography - i.e. if it’s on the internet it’s not “real life...” as is this computer i’m using it’s not even here!) of using the deep web to join the rats and etc.; i love talking to strangers, i can forget myself and enter the realm of discretion about how within randomisation of eggshell, yoke and cockroach there’s also the randomisation of the interactants to balance out the need for a theological unit, god... it’s great... it’s like... it’s like... life. defining the genre of biography proper? never backtrack... always sidetrack... i can’t be bothered living a life with cocktail parties and romps and romantic comedies to look forward to once all the animalism becomes domesticated and a gym-session complaints column in a newspaper.
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i wasn't satisfied with the cartesian                                                                  cogito ergo sum...                 it's not that i couldn't stomach it, it was just:               not enough? people claim that maxim to be the source of all subjectivity,           and there's nothing objective about it.       all this modern talk of subject vs. object, i had to employ a θήσαύρύς.       i needed a square... a solomon's star, two squares encompassed against each other, nothing akin to the star of david... i mean solomon's star, of two squares imposed on each other, layered so you get an oκτάγωνον oktágōnon oh **** a macron over an omicron = an omega!                                   oh k'tah goo non...       wait wait... i was going to write something concrete, and yes, it was based on solomon's star...              6 things -      cogito                              sum subjectivity                        objectivity            king david (6)      reflexive                           reflective    thinking = subjectivity = the reflective     thinking = subjectivity = the reflexive       thinking = objectivity = the reflective     thinking = objectivity = the reflexive         king solomon (8)      being = subjectivity = the reflective        being = subjectivity = the reflexive       being = objectivity = the reflective               being = objectivity = the reflexive (alt. given the atheistic scissors of definite / indefinite articles of the / a a reflex, a reflection) what this means is, what's generally thought of as the tetragrammaton, but it's not four letters,     it's the interpolation of the four main faculties, that are now seen as tripling up, or call them: cubed; a lament configuration representation.           thinking is subjective in that it is also reflective   (the narcissus bias)      thinking is subjective in that it is also reflexive      (i need a shave)      thinking is objective in that it is also reflective        (i am ageing)    thinking is objective in that it is also reflexive           (i'll just stop looking into a mirror)... dear apologies for the geometry of the arrangement                               of words, i know you'd love to see a tartan pattern               of interchange, but this **** seems rigid, in the way    that i wrote it... i couldn't find a way to write a b a b                      as stated, it only came out as a a b b,                             or a b c a b c         rather a a b b c c. but do you see what is even more fascinating than numbers?     the arithmetic symbols... arithmetic symbols are very much akin to diacritical symbols...               i write an over-simplification of a concept using =, and then all these conjunctional words pop up!    and yes, in terms of citing heidegger as opposed to         descartes      there's a great disparity between                           being     and i am -                           self-evident,       being = the sum, a total, Σ, while      i am? it's a unitary representation of the total (sum / sigma)     of the possible mode of being -        it's also called ego interference / pronoun inteference              in the conceptualisation of the cascade that's ergo                             into the basin that's dasein. what philosophy call metaphysics?                          linguistics call orthography...                                  what chemists call para- positioning on                      a benzene ring;                                          or what non-chemists call the paranormal.
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May 5, 2017
May 5, 2017 at 1:31 PM UTC
i needed a square / θήσαύρύς
i wasn't satisfied with the cartesian                                                                  cogito ergo sum...                 it's not that i couldn't stomach it, it was just:               not enough? people claim that maxim to be the source of all subjectivity,           and there's nothing objective about it.       all this modern talk of subject vs. object, i had to employ a θήσαύρύς.       i needed a square... a solomon's star, two squares encompassed against each other, nothing akin to the star of david... i mean solomon's star, of two squares imposed on each other, layered so you get an oκτάγωνον oktágōnon oh **** a macron over an omicron = an omega!                                   oh k'tah goo non...       wait wait... i was going to write something concrete, and yes, it was based on solomon's star...              6 things -      cogito                              sum subjectivity                        objectivity            king david (6)      reflexive                           reflective    thinking = subjectivity = the reflective     thinking = subjectivity = the reflexive       thinking = objectivity = the reflective     thinking = objectivity = the reflexive         king solomon (8)      being = subjectivity = the reflective        being = subjectivity = the reflexive       being = objectivity = the reflective               being = objectivity = the reflexive (alt. given the atheistic scissors of definite / indefinite articles of the / a a reflex, a reflection) what this means is, what's generally thought of as the tetragrammaton, but it's not four letters,     it's the interpolation of the four main faculties, that are now seen as tripling up, or call them: cubed; a lament configuration representation.           thinking is subjective in that it is also reflective   (the narcissus bias)      thinking is subjective in that it is also reflexive      (i need a shave)      thinking is objective in that it is also reflective        (i am ageing)    thinking is objective in that it is also reflexive           (i'll just stop looking into a mirror)... dear apologies for the geometry of the arrangement                               of words, i know you'd love to see a tartan pattern               of interchange, but this **** seems rigid, in the way    that i wrote it... i couldn't find a way to write a b a b                      as stated, it only came out as a a b b,                             or a b c a b c         rather a a b b c c. but do you see what is even more fascinating than numbers?     the arithmetic symbols... arithmetic symbols are very much akin to diacritical symbols...               i write an over-simplification of a concept using =, and then all these conjunctional words pop up!    and yes, in terms of citing heidegger as opposed to         descartes      there's a great disparity between                           being     and i am -                           self-evident,       being = the sum, a total, Σ, while      i am? it's a unitary representation of the total (sum / sigma)     of the possible mode of being -        it's also called ego interference / pronoun inteference              in the conceptualisation of the cascade that's ergo                             into the basin that's dasein. what philosophy call metaphysics?                          linguistics call orthography...                                  what chemists call para- positioning on                      a benzene ring;                                          or what non-chemists call the paranormal.
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The future is strange is it not? All our hopes and dreams Aspirations sewn at the seams Of a dwindling reality. Everything is possible, I suppose. And if we concentrate just so, We too can take a glimpse of the show That lies behind drawn curtains. Nothing is certain This I think I know. Yet at times we feel the ebb and flow Of futures yet to pass. Not to be divined from entrails Of a broken looking glass. Mirrors have their uses To show what others see, But no great revelations Of what will come to be. Have our minds been made, Long before ourselves? Are we cartesian nightmares Unto which we delve? Is our image of ourselves As foolish as I think? And what becomes of the world In the instance that we blink. Have these words been uttered By anothers tongue. Under the guise of destiny A pointless race to run. Thoughts implanted, Minds enchanted By the most temporal of enemies. Throttle the future with me now As we fight the tides of entropy.
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May 6, 2012
May 6, 2012 at 9:45 AM UTC
Entropic
Remark, pageant, how well this worn Cartesian speaks silence instead of wit. Crucify maybe and often; singsong prattle succumbs him you. Torturified lamb’s breath, teensy sighs and sweep of tentacled agog garners attention and wildfire – hop and home to not attend, to see. Brandish magma wake and crystal cleanse re-barb, vicious cycle in heat patterned pro-guiro neural network, neat, loud for senses laden. Up them and through them. Scent the seeks you stones in barb, a fence in white a guttered prose, slitherentine. Stately made his gatekeep - defend you. Harbor outwards with willpower nonchalant. Pardon his with provocations, decadent don’t they know. (You know you, don’t they?) And then.
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Feb 20, 2017
Feb 20, 2017 at 4:43 PM UTC
ACT II (abbreviate clandestine tendencies, abbreviate clandestine tendencies)
Remove a book from a library and it stands still the same. Remove another and one more, and onwards in this way. How long can you continue, for how many days, Before no library is before you, and the concept starts to fray? Now take the man before you, what he is is made through change. What is it within him that makes past and future the same? The body has continued, though clearly grown and aged. Who he is now is content, your idea of him a frame. His mind is still his own, though it has turned the page. "Cogito ergo sum" the old Cartesian phrase. How he thought before can be said as but a phase And how he thinks is who he is. The man stood here has changed. But still there's keen resemblance that you're clearly keen to hold. Is he the same man young, as he'll be when he is old?
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Nov 4, 2014
Nov 4, 2014 at 4:32 PM UTC
Continuity
again, this thing about the cartesian res cogitans (thinking thing), substance and extension... i’m pretty sure the darwinistic expression of early model does not suit this model, my own version i wrote once, res vanus (empty thing) fits the gig better - we who can now snuggle in duvets, who housebound the wild boar, who milk cows with technological octopi tentacles, who switch hot dogs with popcorn in the dark, who ice-skate at somerset house at christmas, who take diamond bling and christmas tree bulb bling to equal the same credit on plastic, who with polystyrene foam beat nature by showing nature it couldn’t digest it on whatever level of insect and parasite, well have all the luxuries now, and we found them not so much from thinking but from emptiness, there is more chance of the eureka in res vanus than there is in res cogitans - it’s the spontaneity you see, and less need to narrate: love, lost love, aching love , ex lovers. what else is there? it’s the easier assumption to have with the niche topic in relation to kant’s noumenon (thing in itself), i don’t know why i want to mention this orientation to further the explanation - early man was defined by res vanus - the sensual overload, the prime, being empty and forced into the heat and the cold and the mystic tiger hunger - and still as defined by res cogitans, we pause and feel empty, not so much in terms of emotion, but in terms of thought, however we no longer gather at the campfire, few people crowd by a lightbulb to talk fables with a memory of achilles ajax and hector... we need neon rainbows to huddle - whether that be by eros shooting the neons of piccadilly circus blind, or by televisions or computers, rarity a fire that crept into the ribcage and gave way to a macaw song of cross-dimensional sophistication off mayan jungles.
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Nov 21, 2015
Nov 21, 2015 at 12:11 PM UTC
walkabout blind stomp dance
again, this thing about the cartesian res cogitans (thinking thing), substance and extension... i’m pretty sure the darwinistic expression of early model does not suit this model, my own version i wrote once, res vanus (empty thing) fits the gig better - we who can now snuggle in duvets, who housebound the wild boar, who milk cows with technological octopi tentacles, who switch hot dogs with popcorn in the dark, who ice-skate at somerset house at christmas, who take diamond bling and christmas tree bulb bling to equal the same credit on plastic, who with polystyrene foam beat nature by showing nature it couldn’t digest it on whatever level of insect and parasite, well have all the luxuries now, and we found them not so much from thinking but from emptiness, there is more chance of the eureka in res vanus than there is in res cogitans - it’s the spontaneity you see, and less need to narrate: love, lost love, aching love , ex lovers. what else is there? it’s the easier assumption to have with the niche topic in relation to kant’s noumenon (thing in itself), i don’t know why i want to mention this orientation to further the explanation - early man was defined by res vanus - the sensual overload, the prime, being empty and forced into the heat and the cold and the mystic tiger hunger - and still as defined by res cogitans, we pause and feel empty, not so much in terms of emotion, but in terms of thought, however we no longer gather at the campfire, few people crowd by a lightbulb to talk fables with a memory of achilles ajax and hector... we need neon rainbows to huddle - whether that be by eros shooting the neons of piccadilly circus blind, or by televisions or computers, rarity a fire that crept into the ribcage and gave way to a macaw song of cross-dimensional sophistication off mayan jungles.
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*it would be easiest to switch the lights off and bemuse whether there's a light-bulb in the room.* but of course psychoanalysis originated in the upper tiers of society, where people found dreams unappealing unless interpreted by third party associates of psychiatry and put into nice and neat boxes of theory... of such people we know as perhaps neither butchers or surgeons, who's only obstructions in life were but dreams, and dreams in themselves also obstructive because of lack of coherency and soluble meaning, perhaps even not sexually potent enough; only now the backlash of digging into the unconscious greedily like dwarfs mining for precious jewels, to have merely woken a flip side of all that theorising that came from the 19th century, you hear so much of the balrog that slay durin vi, this bane of durin: oh it walks among us, it does indeed - with a cartesian duality whip of medicinal splinters etched into an almost dark ages account of knowledge: to have us treat mentality and physicality of a negation of ease as equally paired to be chiral - indeed politicians speak of mental health and physical ailments as distinct - but gentler the thought pressing down on the cranium than an elephant in stilettos likewise - but why so? for all this previous theorising ambitions in a safe environment of natural hallucinogenic encounters of sleep - safe there the egoistic scalpel of this branch of medicine of a straitjacket - safe there indeed, and perhaps even more with a placebo effect acceptable; but by god! this scalpel wants to censor thinking, even thought that extend into our ontological bereavement of being but mortal - even if suicide is a problem, the more methodological such thinking becomes the more ineffective it becomes, and for some strange reason, thoughts of suicide (when trained) have this strange way of prolonging mortality, the carpe diem of reasoning, after all, all things possess the concern for two things that interchange, and in that interchange the + can become a -, or as i say... take to committing yourself to a gruesome end... hara-kiri (seppuku), and you won't.
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Jan 11, 2016
Jan 11, 2016 at 9:02 AM UTC
the misty mountain dirge
*it would be easiest to switch the lights off and bemuse whether there's a light-bulb in the room.* but of course psychoanalysis originated in the upper tiers of society, where people found dreams unappealing unless interpreted by third party associates of psychiatry and put into nice and neat boxes of theory... of such people we know as perhaps neither butchers or surgeons, who's only obstructions in life were but dreams, and dreams in themselves also obstructive because of lack of coherency and soluble meaning, perhaps even not sexually potent enough; only now the backlash of digging into the unconscious greedily like dwarfs mining for precious jewels, to have merely woken a flip side of all that theorising that came from the 19th century, you hear so much of the balrog that slay durin vi, this bane of durin: oh it walks among us, it does indeed - with a cartesian duality whip of medicinal splinters etched into an almost dark ages account of knowledge: to have us treat mentality and physicality of a negation of ease as equally paired to be chiral - indeed politicians speak of mental health and physical ailments as distinct - but gentler the thought pressing down on the cranium than an elephant in stilettos likewise - but why so? for all this previous theorising ambitions in a safe environment of natural hallucinogenic encounters of sleep - safe there the egoistic scalpel of this branch of medicine of a straitjacket - safe there indeed, and perhaps even more with a placebo effect acceptable; but by god! this scalpel wants to censor thinking, even thought that extend into our ontological bereavement of being but mortal - even if suicide is a problem, the more methodological such thinking becomes the more ineffective it becomes, and for some strange reason, thoughts of suicide (when trained) have this strange way of prolonging mortality, the carpe diem of reasoning, after all, all things possess the concern for two things that interchange, and in that interchange the + can become a -, or as i say... take to committing yourself to a gruesome end... hara-kiri (seppuku), and you won't.
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they want to read you and not think, so too they want to read you and  not see, they hardly care for punctuation necessarily used, so who's out there to please? n'ah really, i was onto something, i meant that if the Kantian thing-in-itself was applied to the cartesian expression, either thinking-in-itself or being-in-itself is jested at, then we can explain the freedoms of disobedience and obedience, truthfulness and falsehood, and the parody of paradoxes, as highest claimants the claimants: (singular plural) choice - whereas will (plural adjective congregating into singular) is always a butterfly fluctuation of measuring an exactness akin to dating and remembering 1066 the battle of Hastings. mingle Kant with Descartes and you get thought as the per se existence - splitting into either fact of coining phrases or robbing someone: no doubt (existential good faith) and certainly no denial (existential bad faith) - mingle Kant with Descartes and you get the twins cogito ergo sum mingling with noumenon, and thus somewhere along the line you get to see the membrane of the zygote, like the thought behind a criminal life where the life is unexplained because the thought of such a life is "easily" accessed, so too in reverse, i.e. being a councillor or a clerk makes such thinking easily explained for the prop of the life lived "easily" justified via the person trading tomatoes or lamb shanks to keep you unthinking in a bureaucratic role.
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Mar 8, 2016
Mar 8, 2016 at 7:50 PM UTC
leverage
Tonight as I lay down under these endless skies There were certain things I’ve come to realize That it’s already been a year since you first set my heart to veer Now if I were to tell how our story went I’d say that from the realm of strangerhood in a Cartesian plane we were sent Two opposite lines that were bound to intersect Or at least at that fateful moment, I felt we connect At that time, stars were aligned Chains were casted for hearts to bind And to account for each time our paths have crossed To our skies a checkered plane is what we have tossed Forming a constellation of smiles and avoided gaze Of an illusionary friendship and uncrossable space. As one side of the hour glass was slowly drained of sand Consequently, chances were slipping off my hand For me to get to know the better of you And for me to show how much you’ve meant to me. Truly, time is a **** for it screws everyone It is a monster that pities none But today, I will let myself be its prey For I know after the exalted day Seeing you would be an improbable dream And someone’s world will surely dim Tonight, I will let the stars do their job The empty darkness of the night they will rob For they will illuminate this verse to you These last words I’ll offer you.
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Aug 3, 2017
Aug 3, 2017 at 1:05 AM UTC
The Last
"Je pense donc je  suis."                                   -Descartes, 1637. You'll never know, Though forever wonder Of the day of your  feast! It's an unknown moment In the long annals Of the Universe's  clock; And you blame things-- People, places,  principles, For not giving you enough, Or not giving you at all. In fact, you're to blame: The sheep with the scar, Cleaning out with naive acts What might have been of use to you; Your mind and body fight, Fight, because that's  all they do, That's all they CAN know! Ah, such Cartesian discovery: One set against the  other, Without end or result; For evermore, like ebb and flow; Day and night, up  and down. Was Jesus the  solving synthesis-- Sprite or Spirit? He came and left--sole         individual! Dualism yet persists,  as before: Keep reigning as King in your 'mind,' Though to 'matter' you're One among six  billion hapless faces!                              -by Hakim H. Kassim.                             (d. November, 1988)
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Sep 6, 2016
Sep 6, 2016 at 10:18 AM UTC
You--and Your Yous--1.