"cogitans" poems - Hello Poetry

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

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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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how many think in the deep night shared thoughts between unfamiliar faces pondering plights, pleasures, pities reliving past memories imagining perfect situations desiring peaceful rest how many think in the deep night alone, united by unseen connections wishing to be heard, to hear the deep night thoughts shared between restless minds

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Oct 9, 2012

Oct 9, 2012 at 4:09 AM UTC

raph-cho

Cogitans Nox

how many think in the deep night shared thoughts between unfamiliar faces pondering plights, pleasures, pities reliving past memories imagining perfect situations desiring peaceful rest how many think in the deep night alone, united by unseen connections wishing to be heard, to hear the deep night thoughts shared between restless minds

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nietzsche? what he did? inverting the cartesian equation? like: 1 + 1 = 2, turned into 1 + 1 = 2? **** me... isn't that confusing... the symbol = precipiates into ergo; what did he do? he inverted the cartesian principle... he said: i am, therefore i think... so why are all these people coming out from the woodworks, like cockroaches? i already said it once, the antithesis of the cartesian res cogitans a thinking thing... is res vanus: an empty thing... test of time... you stop ************ for about a month? your ***** turns... yellow... it's no longer white... your testicles shrink... you're shooting evil ***** and then you talk to a woman who's been "learning" about her period, ************ want to have children? stop ************ for a month... **** her on her period but don't ********* then **** her once more when she's off it... the cramps are gone... your ***** is so concenrated that it's no longer white, but yella.. what are you going to get? a screaming báhor (toddler) in your arms... but nietzsche inverted the cartesian "equation"... thankfully... he got it wrong, in a sense, he didn't counter res cogitans (thinking thing) with res vanus (empty thing) - sure, nietzsche was influential in the 20th century... in the 21st century though? more like the label guy... i'm this... i'm that... i'm whatever you wish me to be... the 21st century says: nietzsche isn't an ocean... he was a depth of a puddle's worth to claim... but it's there! it's in one of his footnotes! he reverses the cartesian "equation"... he "says": i am, therefore i think. no wonder then, where all the 21st century labels come from! these people aren't thinking! i'd love for this label to come about: i thinking... therefore i'm dumb-seeming... because i shut-the-fuck-up! hard to not think of two things... i think corresponding to res cogitans... with i am correspoding to res vanus - and ergo corresponding to *** meaning? why are so many people associating themselves with so many labels, on an intellectual level of deciding whether or not to wear versace, dolce & gabbana, or primani... oh sorry... armani. people express so many labels though, it's like they stress the second half of the cartesian equation, but not the first half... which precipitates into heidegger's da-"sein". there is.... sure... there really is... but what? is that actually being, without thinking? or am i just putting clothes on to look kosher at a paris fashion catwalk? it's almost, well, it actually is: a question: there's being? that question substitutes the conceptualißation of being's pluralism qua beings... i.e. the many happenings... the rebel ant in the ant-hill... at best: the only suggestive approximate. there sure as **** is a being... but the da, the there? reduced to newspaper articles, read on friday, recycled on a monday, in orange bin-bags.

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May 15, 2017

May 15, 2017 at 7:13 PM UTC

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it was supposed to be yesterday

nietzsche? what he did? inverting the cartesian equation? like: 1 + 1 = 2, turned into 1 + 1 = 2? **** me... isn't that confusing... the symbol = precipiates into ergo; what did he do? he inverted the cartesian principle... he said: i am, therefore i think... so why are all these people coming out from the woodworks, like cockroaches? i already said it once, the antithesis of the cartesian res cogitans a thinking thing... is res vanus: an empty thing... test of time... you stop ************ for about a month? your ***** turns... yellow... it's no longer white... your testicles shrink... you're shooting evil ***** and then you talk to a woman who's been "learning" about her period, ************ want to have children? stop ************ for a month... **** her on her period but don't ********* then **** her once more when she's off it... the cramps are gone... your ***** is so concenrated that it's no longer white, but yella.. what are you going to get? a screaming báhor (toddler) in your arms... but nietzsche inverted the cartesian "equation"... thankfully... he got it wrong, in a sense, he didn't counter res cogitans (thinking thing) with res vanus (empty thing) - sure, nietzsche was influential in the 20th century... in the 21st century though? more like the label guy... i'm this... i'm that... i'm whatever you wish me to be... the 21st century says: nietzsche isn't an ocean... he was a depth of a puddle's worth to claim... but it's there! it's in one of his footnotes! he reverses the cartesian "equation"... he "says": i am, therefore i think. no wonder then, where all the 21st century labels come from! these people aren't thinking! i'd love for this label to come about: i thinking... therefore i'm dumb-seeming... because i shut-the-fuck-up! hard to not think of two things... i think corresponding to res cogitans... with i am correspoding to res vanus - and ergo corresponding to *** meaning? why are so many people associating themselves with so many labels, on an intellectual level of deciding whether or not to wear versace, dolce & gabbana, or primani... oh sorry... armani. people express so many labels though, it's like they stress the second half of the cartesian equation, but not the first half... which precipitates into heidegger's da-"sein". there is.... sure... there really is... but what? is that actually being, without thinking? or am i just putting clothes on to look kosher at a paris fashion catwalk? it's almost, well, it actually is: a question: there's being? that question substitutes the conceptualißation of being's pluralism qua beings... i.e. the many happenings... the rebel ant in the ant-hill... at best: the only suggestive approximate. there sure as **** is a being... but the da, the there? reduced to newspaper articles, read on friday, recycled on a monday, in orange bin-bags.

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much of intelligence is derived from an appreciation of a certain type of music: most notably classical, jazz and ambient / trance / electronic / progressive in any relevant genre. the way i dealt with atheists, those great bores off theology, who try to accomplish an sedimentary argument of the many layers incorporating snippets from a range of dedications, whether geological, biological, chemical, historical, musical, mathematical creating a rainbow mongrel theology, not pure theology, just a poly-diadem theology, in between that and "hearing" (yes, ambiguously a sense for an obstruction of clear thinking that had to spawn the antidote to the cartesian res cogitans - thinking thing, i.e. res vanus - empty thing) kabbalistic shrapnel of syllables, oozing from the tetragrammaton, e.g.: ha ha, ye woe, to "hear", for being bilingual i explain that PA is both an informal word for goodbye, a brief goodbye, and a shortening, pa-, of the word patrz (look!), both polish examples, akin to the laziness in the english language, my laziness is to avoid the diacritical ę, e.g. się, or in english do not (don't); or the famous "racist" laziness of **** originally pakistani - so in between that i figured, given that atheists want the complete eradication of pain, i figured it would be only natural to pair atheists with sadists and masochists, to explain certain things among themselves; but this thing about the subtler pain? i explained pain to myself, when it isn't accessible via a complex schematic of arithmetic, e.g. (worded): one plus the radix of π, subtracting 100, and then with obelus using a fraction of ninety-nine over twelve and a half; e.g. (symbolic): 1 + √π - 100 ÷ 99/12.5. i can't put cognitive mathematics to give you an answer, and because i can't answer the equation, upon thinking about it, i experience the subtler pain that's an antidote to real bone-rattling pain.

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Jan 20, 2016

Jan 20, 2016 at 12:09 PM UTC

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the subtler pain

much of intelligence is derived from an appreciation of a certain type of music: most notably classical, jazz and ambient / trance / electronic / progressive in any relevant genre. the way i dealt with atheists, those great bores off theology, who try to accomplish an sedimentary argument of the many layers incorporating snippets from a range of dedications, whether geological, biological, chemical, historical, musical, mathematical creating a rainbow mongrel theology, not pure theology, just a poly-diadem theology, in between that and "hearing" (yes, ambiguously a sense for an obstruction of clear thinking that had to spawn the antidote to the cartesian res cogitans - thinking thing, i.e. res vanus - empty thing) kabbalistic shrapnel of syllables, oozing from the tetragrammaton, e.g.: ha ha, ye woe, to "hear", for being bilingual i explain that PA is both an informal word for goodbye, a brief goodbye, and a shortening, pa-, of the word patrz (look!), both polish examples, akin to the laziness in the english language, my laziness is to avoid the diacritical ę, e.g. się, or in english do not (don't); or the famous "racist" laziness of **** originally pakistani - so in between that i figured, given that atheists want the complete eradication of pain, i figured it would be only natural to pair atheists with sadists and masochists, to explain certain things among themselves; but this thing about the subtler pain? i explained pain to myself, when it isn't accessible via a complex schematic of arithmetic, e.g. (worded): one plus the radix of π, subtracting 100, and then with obelus using a fraction of ninety-nine over twelve and a half; e.g. (symbolic): 1 + √π - 100 ÷ 99/12.5. i can't put cognitive mathematics to give you an answer, and because i can't answer the equation, upon thinking about it, i experience the subtler pain that's an antidote to real bone-rattling pain.

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and thus each man's script, from on high, how res cogitans simply becomes res vanus, and is signed ουροβoρος oφις, tail-devouring snake, ouroboros ophis - so that many more that come (and come they will whether willing or unwilling), and either chain to us in shackles of either attracted by our status of res cogitans with keen interest in our works, or likewise with apathy keep us in hidden depths of lochs beyond all care or concern - as simply automated lived out care-free contentment, not demanding us to take centre stage, and indeed associate with us more res vanus rather than res cogitans, as easy come as easy go due to man's numbering - landlocked ably seeing the great seas nimble at each man's bordering on tides youth turn to old age with the hanging klepsydra over each man's head: like that ingenuity of bernard gitton; for each will have to relinquish his sway of the status of being a res cogitans and claim the status of res vanus (after all life is accomplished, the book-kept wet ink of the words the end forever-more, as words preceding the last have dried up to worthy status of boredom and study and gained entitlements of lost mr. but gained dr.): so that many more will come in our stead, but as i see it, this won't be hard - relinquishing the status of a thinking thing: since so many people still act petty and treat thinking moronically: pyramid of homicide and theft and all that, which jingles for Mammon to give out displacing rewards of coin neither gold or silver, but attired with a figurehead of authority of gems embedded in a crown, hidden in william the conqueror's white tower.

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Jan 26, 2016

Jan 26, 2016 at 7:26 AM UTC

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signed: ουροβoρος oφις

and thus each man's script, from on high, how res cogitans simply becomes res vanus, and is signed ουροβoρος oφις, tail-devouring snake, ouroboros ophis - so that many more that come (and come they will whether willing or unwilling), and either chain to us in shackles of either attracted by our status of res cogitans with keen interest in our works, or likewise with apathy keep us in hidden depths of lochs beyond all care or concern - as simply automated lived out care-free contentment, not demanding us to take centre stage, and indeed associate with us more res vanus rather than res cogitans, as easy come as easy go due to man's numbering - landlocked ably seeing the great seas nimble at each man's bordering on tides youth turn to old age with the hanging klepsydra over each man's head: like that ingenuity of bernard gitton; for each will have to relinquish his sway of the status of being a res cogitans and claim the status of res vanus (after all life is accomplished, the book-kept wet ink of the words the end forever-more, as words preceding the last have dried up to worthy status of boredom and study and gained entitlements of lost mr. but gained dr.): so that many more will come in our stead, but as i see it, this won't be hard - relinquishing the status of a thinking thing: since so many people still act petty and treat thinking moronically: pyramid of homicide and theft and all that, which jingles for Mammon to give out displacing rewards of coin neither gold or silver, but attired with a figurehead of authority of gems embedded in a crown, hidden in william the conqueror's white tower.

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. i love being (the) third party iniciative... i romance the... romance of: i do not remember... it's almost like... life... limited to having to stage, being, pulverised... became limbo-staged for my peruse of; necrophylia-esque. the american accent... sim not *** michael... and i start "thinking" of... ha ha! twinky! because i came to boor you with an alligned circumstance of 'floyd.... what? pwetty pick'ah piq- toor? oh... right... i too hate being reintstated by someone not being boxed for a haemorrhage's worth... oh... did i forget to tongue slip the part of licking the postage stamp? i did? oh... well... to recompase... 'ere's my shadow... happy 'oo 'p' eeeeee! oh but i want, michael... like... exotica... ***** name... marph... thew! i too was a golden 'aired boy waiting for a ******* hamster! no? not good the wait? good... i like a screaming quasi suffocating ***** like any ukranian ought to want... i suspect that... the people... who tease... become the most ridicule ridden middle-people of a worth of an escapade for the worth of adventure: they will never have... you are... my most... anticipated... feeble. ... and i... squint eyed, and... oh so many variants.... and... prior to a ****** a psychology... to ingest a replica feast of intelligence for... ich... schattenkind... ich: wollen zu töten... it's when there's a narrative readily available... that... things... become... "apparent"... i have forgotten being a res cogitans... like the observation of Kant.. i am a res per se... with a hiccup of an undertaking of Berlioz... ich bin die dieselbe blondkind ja... ich heben die ketzere' zu töten wie... w'rden z' 'eben... i almost wish... what if Michael was not Matthew? dead-end... buying vinyl.

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Feb 6, 2019

Feb 6, 2019 at 10:09 PM UTC

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the american accent

. i love being (the) third party iniciative... i romance the... romance of: i do not remember... it's almost like... life... limited to having to stage, being, pulverised... became limbo-staged for my peruse of; necrophylia-esque. the american accent... sim not *** michael... and i start "thinking" of... ha ha! twinky! because i came to boor you with an alligned circumstance of 'floyd.... what? pwetty pick'ah piq- toor? oh... right... i too hate being reintstated by someone not being boxed for a haemorrhage's worth... oh... did i forget to tongue slip the part of licking the postage stamp? i did? oh... well... to recompase... 'ere's my shadow... happy 'oo 'p' eeeeee! oh but i want, michael... like... exotica... ***** name... marph... thew! i too was a golden 'aired boy waiting for a ******* hamster! no? not good the wait? good... i like a screaming quasi suffocating ***** like any ukranian ought to want... i suspect that... the people... who tease... become the most ridicule ridden middle-people of a worth of an escapade for the worth of adventure: they will never have... you are... my most... anticipated... feeble. ... and i... squint eyed, and... oh so many variants.... and... prior to a ****** a psychology... to ingest a replica feast of intelligence for... ich... schattenkind... ich: wollen zu töten... it's when there's a narrative readily available... that... things... become... "apparent"... i have forgotten being a res cogitans... like the observation of Kant.. i am a res per se... with a hiccup of an undertaking of Berlioz... ich bin die dieselbe blondkind ja... ich heben die ketzere' zu töten wie... w'rden z' 'eben... i almost wish... what if Michael was not Matthew? dead-end... buying vinyl.

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it usually happens to you, when you're solving a sūdo(h)kú... getting all spastic-fantastic while solving a puzzle, my eyes darting-autisitc... i had a thought... in an algebra form, associated with the letter x... or χ (chi), relating to, probably the two most famous "quotes", i.e. clichés (clish... says) - what where they? cogito ergo sum... and carpe diem... so i made a little diagram: cogito diem χ sum carpe... in the cartesian example? you're not prompted to do anything. oddly enough... where did the ergo go? well, it became lodged in the χ (chi) for one... for seconds? article scissors... or the basis for atheism... what, exactly, is, the day? your birthday? d-day landing in normandy? the 8th of march 1917? funny, eh? i think, i seize... and then the sigma of: a day, the day, or being in general, the summation of something. how about: seize yourself? sorta like... carpe sum? and the infamous: think of today: i.e. cogito diem? the χ (chi) is based on the principle of expressing ergo... the cascade... the waterfall... in cogitans no- veritas (there is no truth in thinking) - so much so that: qua res cogitans... no- omni vera - as being, a thinking thing... there are no all-encompassing truths. what's the 20th century conceptualisation of the ancient latin carpe diem? heidegger's dasein... heidegger's dasein is, literally, carpe diem... a day... and seizing it... well... the germans just call it: tag, for what's diem, and seize... ergreifen, which is consecrated on the latin altar of the word carpe... if a roman were to say carpe diem, a germanic "barbarian" would reply ergreifentag... or in modern spreschen, dasein... as in: being "there", there, also denoting the temporal realm, that in unit, requested encompassing the universe, isn't a minute, or a second... but, a, day: the day is da, i.e. where... which is why carpe diem compliments the dasein conceptualißation, so wonderfully; it's also a necessity, to call forth history, as the happening, or in dasein terms: being... as necessary, on a particular day, in the realm of universal / uniform experience, of ranging possibility, either fulfilled, or abandoned.

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May 16, 2017

May 16, 2017 at 2:13 PM UTC

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three citations

it usually happens to you, when you're solving a sūdo(h)kú... getting all spastic-fantastic while solving a puzzle, my eyes darting-autisitc... i had a thought... in an algebra form, associated with the letter x... or χ (chi), relating to, probably the two most famous "quotes", i.e. clichés (clish... says) - what where they? cogito ergo sum... and carpe diem... so i made a little diagram: cogito diem χ sum carpe... in the cartesian example? you're not prompted to do anything. oddly enough... where did the ergo go? well, it became lodged in the χ (chi) for one... for seconds? article scissors... or the basis for atheism... what, exactly, is, the day? your birthday? d-day landing in normandy? the 8th of march 1917? funny, eh? i think, i seize... and then the sigma of: a day, the day, or being in general, the summation of something. how about: seize yourself? sorta like... carpe sum? and the infamous: think of today: i.e. cogito diem? the χ (chi) is based on the principle of expressing ergo... the cascade... the waterfall... in cogitans no- veritas (there is no truth in thinking) - so much so that: qua res cogitans... no- omni vera - as being, a thinking thing... there are no all-encompassing truths. what's the 20th century conceptualisation of the ancient latin carpe diem? heidegger's dasein... heidegger's dasein is, literally, carpe diem... a day... and seizing it... well... the germans just call it: tag, for what's diem, and seize... ergreifen, which is consecrated on the latin altar of the word carpe... if a roman were to say carpe diem, a germanic "barbarian" would reply ergreifentag... or in modern spreschen, dasein... as in: being "there", there, also denoting the temporal realm, that in unit, requested encompassing the universe, isn't a minute, or a second... but, a, day: the day is da, i.e. where... which is why carpe diem compliments the dasein conceptualißation, so wonderfully; it's also a necessity, to call forth history, as the happening, or in dasein terms: being... as necessary, on a particular day, in the realm of universal / uniform experience, of ranging possibility, either fulfilled, or abandoned.

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*this is what a kalimotxo afternoon looks like; + the giggles surround the citation orientating itself around in vino veritas, esp. home-made.* within the concept counter to the cartesian model of res cogitans, i.e. res vanus - for some reasons stranger than otherwise i am always fed, i am fed one thought after another... i can't think of god as a person, a being of some obscure sense of a wishy-washy wishing carol of complaints regarding my argument worthwhile while itemising parasites... i just bypass the whole atheistic endeavour and treat the **** "thing" as an object... obviously i am objectional to it within the atheistic solidarity, but i am still subjected to it, whether arguing for it's existence, or for it's non-existence... so much arises from not thinking, the reflexive sense of thinking, never wasted upon the reflective (frictive) sense of "thinking", by that i mean: you writing a book or sumthin'? the moment i stop "thinking" i.e. narrating is the moment i am fed a thought of spontaneous premature *********** of this sort... all it takes is a bit of restraint... **** me and all this "hot" topic of restraining genitalia... i swear to god: you sure you haven't shoved your head up your **** far enough to imitate the ostrich looking for china?

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Aug 17, 2017

Aug 17, 2017 at 11:15 AM UTC

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reflexive poetics

*this is what a kalimotxo afternoon looks like; + the giggles surround the citation orientating itself around in vino veritas, esp. home-made.* within the concept counter to the cartesian model of res cogitans, i.e. res vanus - for some reasons stranger than otherwise i am always fed, i am fed one thought after another... i can't think of god as a person, a being of some obscure sense of a wishy-washy wishing carol of complaints regarding my argument worthwhile while itemising parasites... i just bypass the whole atheistic endeavour and treat the **** "thing" as an object... obviously i am objectional to it within the atheistic solidarity, but i am still subjected to it, whether arguing for it's existence, or for it's non-existence... so much arises from not thinking, the reflexive sense of thinking, never wasted upon the reflective (frictive) sense of "thinking", by that i mean: you writing a book or sumthin'? the moment i stop "thinking" i.e. narrating is the moment i am fed a thought of spontaneous premature *********** of this sort... all it takes is a bit of restraint... **** me and all this "hot" topic of restraining genitalia... i swear to god: you sure you haven't shoved your head up your **** far enough to imitate the ostrich looking for china?

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coming from the spatial, rather than the temporal position of the reinvention of the cartesian unit, i.e. res locus... the following can only be based in germanic: dasien... i.e. there-being... well, the english answer would sound like the following: there's being; there, is, being; **** me, that's seriously frankenstein like; all it says though, is: there's existence to speak of... if it needs to be spoken of... but the concept of res cogitans has to be replaced by something new... given the existentialists, esp. the germans, it can only come about via heidegger's concept of dasein... hence, me, at the bith of the 21st century... conceptualised as res locus equivalent to expressing 24 / 7 news coverage... oh the thinking thing is relevant... but in the beginning of the 21st century... you simply need to "locate" it... you have to state the aversion to heidegger's dasien / being there... temporal... via there's being... spatial; alternatively hand-in-hand with indiana jones covering the happenings of, and in, the *third *****

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May 23, 2017

May 23, 2017 at 11:30 AM UTC

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refining res locus

coming from the spatial, rather than the temporal position of the reinvention of the cartesian unit, i.e. res locus... the following can only be based in germanic: dasien... i.e. there-being... well, the english answer would sound like the following: there's being; there, is, being; **** me, that's seriously frankenstein like; all it says though, is: there's existence to speak of... if it needs to be spoken of... but the concept of res cogitans has to be replaced by something new... given the existentialists, esp. the germans, it can only come about via heidegger's concept of dasein... hence, me, at the bith of the 21st century... conceptualised as res locus equivalent to expressing 24 / 7 news coverage... oh the thinking thing is relevant... but in the beginning of the 21st century... you simply need to "locate" it... you have to state the aversion to heidegger's dasien / being there... temporal... via there's being... spatial; alternatively hand-in-hand with indiana jones covering the happenings of, and in, the *third *****

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it's beautiful to feel: but it's intolerable to think... and if that doesn't conjure laughter... i don't know what will. why? since an "inherent" moral scheme... as if we were all told to write a fairy tale... and not a moral: conundrum... tragedy does indeed knock at the pauper's door when it comes to crafting a collectivism: worth of man. i have loved... and the only love i have learned is what exists as exprienced: subsequently fleeting... never an arranged "there", in that a "there" is equivalent of concreteness of being... without a "here" apparent in there being a "there" to manifest a sum per se! quack phrase for impetus / momentum?! - what became the german notion of da was already apparent in english, via the articles of: a and the... direct articulation of an indirect space - versus the indirect articulation of a direct space... - love is a failure to make habitual ridicule for having mannerisms being: a making of an excuse... no... love isn't that... it's the only once that is the one instance to not desire replication... then again: it's hardly that... it's beautiful to feel: but it's intolerable to think... how much more worthwhile to have a noble emotion than a truthful thought? to me there is no: cogitans verum... there is no "truth" & a "thinking" - the eden, the apple, the fall... the end! that month of being loved up really helped me in becoming a cold-hearted *******

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Feb 2, 2018

Feb 2, 2018 at 9:38 PM UTC

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cogitans verum

it's beautiful to feel: but it's intolerable to think... and if that doesn't conjure laughter... i don't know what will. why? since an "inherent" moral scheme... as if we were all told to write a fairy tale... and not a moral: conundrum... tragedy does indeed knock at the pauper's door when it comes to crafting a collectivism: worth of man. i have loved... and the only love i have learned is what exists as exprienced: subsequently fleeting... never an arranged "there", in that a "there" is equivalent of concreteness of being... without a "here" apparent in there being a "there" to manifest a sum per se! quack phrase for impetus / momentum?! - what became the german notion of da was already apparent in english, via the articles of: a and the... direct articulation of an indirect space - versus the indirect articulation of a direct space... - love is a failure to make habitual ridicule for having mannerisms being: a making of an excuse... no... love isn't that... it's the only once that is the one instance to not desire replication... then again: it's hardly that... it's beautiful to feel: but it's intolerable to think... how much more worthwhile to have a noble emotion than a truthful thought? to me there is no: cogitans verum... there is no "truth" & a "thinking" - the eden, the apple, the fall... the end! that month of being loved up really helped me in becoming a cold-hearted *******

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