so many people seem to be only limbo dancing...
fat-diagnosed meta-humans,
and juxta...
they the are scorn of a thousand
chinese labourers...
who later squirm...
i forget what speaking english was about...
it's this carelessness
that somehow surmounts the ideal practicality of it...
it's somehow shadowy...
somehow removed from all need to:
extract a core of struct cipher...
long before the software makes
man his decrepit-self, there's
the metallurgy of the conclave...
and the is the minor statement:
if man is to breach a culprit worthy of being denoted:
a meteor.
prior to the hardware,
there needs to be a software insurgence...
a fail-safe mechanisation,
with us, imprinted as: beyond the death of god,
the death of sleep... and the capacity to dream...
nihilism revolves around retracting the
last ******* cursor...
all machinery rests,
it's a question of whether organic matter ever
contradicts its inorganic humanisation...
if i am bound to rest, then i bound to not
be woken from such a rest via a nightmare...
erradicate nightmares, thus erradicate the organic
cursor bound to invoke...
all other contradications that counter the
originally intent escapade...
if indeed $ is a symbol that is insomniac
when 1 - 9 symbols are used toward no signifying σ...
that there is no actual prefix in arranging a - z
as there already is, perfecting arranging the 0 - 9...
with the σ being the more: well addressed... in being
what is the reigning smmation of
the symbols a - z, as the simply unknown cradle...
so if the symbols 0, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9 can be governed
by $...
what number can govern
a, b, c, d, e, f... r, s, t, u, v, w, x, y, z...
if not Ø? emtpy talk...
0 is a symbol for negation...
say of 0, Ø: you get affirmation..
and you can say as much as you want...
it doesn't mean you'll get the proper mediation
of being nearly human in the endeavour, a mediation
that demands: losers and winners, paupers and kings...
man outlived the concept of letters and words
having any worthy construction...
anything worthy of collaborating with...
there is no higher grownd with words and letters...
it's the five-sense endorsement man that's
at a loss...
as long as
there's the fewest numbers
to posit, once the
hierarchy of 0 is stated after the comma...
and the number of crude denials are mustered...
toward the million-shared among the 1% and not
the 0.1%...
once the Tolstoy's opus is worth:
0.0000000001 readership...
and a poem is 1.000000000's worth...
we'll continue with this warfare of symbol...
hierarchy:
the one denied by the many: is the hierarchy...
and the one acknowledged by the many: is the monarchy...
somehow it was worthwhile reading Kant,
given he suggested 0 = negation...
meaning that 1 = affirmation, but that was the least
bother for me to attest...
i just found
disavowing myself from the argument of god
as befitting man: who had no standard in a termite mount...
or an ant colony...
if man was indeed prone toward
such perfection, i'd have no concern to form a politics at all...
man, as a political animal, as an animal non-intuitive,
as an animal overcome with conscience,
has no place in man: guarded by such angelism...
coinciding with duty and fakery: for the worth of prayer
and an albino amnesia.
and never prone to intuition and a synchronisation of the senses,
but rather their divergence... epitomised with
sharpening them in the sphere of intoxication...
if man was indeed prone to such perfection,
i'd have no concern from a politics at all...
man, as a political anima, as an animal non-intuitive:
as anima ego-centra...
could be neither a tangens or an omni-servitude
divergence of all the species, on the palette...
esp. wondering if he could be:
insect prone, rather than bedroom fuelled by mammalian
jealous prods into: ******* gladiators!
religion only relapses into upkeeping
this utopian dream of it never happening...
of a congregation...
imagine the Koran or the bible in China...
common-sense numbers of China said: nope!
the Chinese would have said: me mongol,
and slaughtered each other... for the bride to be!
i really didn't want to write this for a reason that it might
be made dogmatic, or kept for posterity,
or a welcome inquiry...
i simply wonder why we dream
of world peace, and yet come up with such
diabolical schematics as Jung's collective unconscious...
and all that: as if dreams really did require a 1 + 1 = 2
rules of interpretation...
and all our dreams where: **** or phallus dreaming...
protruding in the oven of being flacid, once, so overcome with
thoughts, than in dream, or Buddha's awakening:
pretty correct in being: full blodied,
stood up to overcoming shyness...
and at least said: an astronaut's hello...
ego to hyphen, non-complex word... complex
word to Houston... why wasn't it mission Hermes 13?
i don't think we should believe in those gods...
but it would make great strides in asserting them
as best in a modern vocabulary...
Hermes overrules Apollo...
there was a message intended in that vanity project,
surely!
