so let's suppose you find yourself alone on a Saturday
night, a hermit inclined to hedonism - and you're sipping
whiskey and smoking cigarettes and start to feel winter
pinching your skin, so you put on another piece of clothing,
and you're also reading a book in an uncomfortable position,
sitting on your leg on a windowsill, crushing your tarsals -
and because of the discomfort you get to reread half of
jung's the undiscovered self
(subsequent quotes extracted from the book,
page references not given, and alterations made,
indicated by being listed with a hyphen prefix)...
and you have read it become...
but then you get a prompt from the book, and you have
to walk to another room where there's a computer
and internet access, problem is you need one hand to open
and close a door, and open and close another another,
and Braille read the walls of the corridor (because
it's dark), and the other hand requires you to carry
a glass of whiskey and bonsai iceberg rattlers...
but you need the book too?
good dog, shame there's no leash... the take in reference?
you stick your tongue between the two pages
that prompted you, and snap it shut with
your jaw... i've done a lot of things with my mouth...
for example ate a jasmine out to arouse it and then
penetrated it while kissing the mouth that spoke
opera in onomatopoeia shrapnel while
the bed rocked... oh you got to reference *** into
everything these days... we live in an over-sexualised society
that doesn't really get jiggy-with-it anyway...
i don't know it thinking about it
might insinuate it, or instigated a transition
from fiction into fact... but **** it...
it's fertile ground...
and as the Koranic promise
suggests... 72 virgins, an infinite supply of ******
and your ***** chopped off...
because *******, said an 8 year old
masturbator: is dissociative with the production
and subsequent discharge of *****...
the purely muscular reaction.
and who would need ***** in the realm
of the eternal? so who the hell
would need *****? steering toward golf
and the bowling alley... sport: it had to have
genital origins... all of them...
like watching rugby today: i was imagining
the dynamic of the tsunami of ***** honing in
on the finish line of their tadpole adventure.
and some do suggest that twins and triplets
are paradoxical births...
i intend to mean that lightly.
- weltanschauung of science...
- there was once the iron curtain,
now we have the niqab...
i would have gone as far to say a lunacy with
the 24/7 transport system of new york,
and when you pass from a big city into what remains
a rural community: it's lights out at 8p.m. and waking
up with a cockerel's skreech,
- the west has unfortunately not yet awakened to
the fact that our appeal to idealism and reason and other
desirable virtues, delivered with so much enthusiasm,
is mere sound and fury...
(or as Jesus said: the twelve to become the sons
of thunder... real quote... never the bright spark
to be honest... unless he was referring to an aeroplane...
to hear the sound much later than seeing the plane...
so you get the pointers of what sound and fury can
create after the Macaresh haggle)...
- and where the church is notoriously weak, as in
Protestantism
(i'm guessing primarily due to the spirit of
schism embedded in it, and no other christian
denomination)
for was it really about a "communal experience"?
as is a belief in such a futility and the rampant
gang culture of mexico city... a community right there,
out to steal your rockers.
- stone of beds, an average of 145 grams per pebble..
on this basis, telling someone to find a pebble
that weighs 145 grams to the nearest decimal point
of 0.1 - he would find no pebble of such a weight...
'the statistical method shows the facts in the light of
the ideal average but does not give us a picture of
their empirical reality. while reflecting an indisputable aspect
of reality, it can falsify the actual truth in a most
misleading way. this particularly true of theories which
are based on statistics. what's distinctive about real facts
is their individuality. exceptions to the rule,
as absolute reality suggests: the character of irregularity.'
the book: a brief history of time boasts of being a bestseller,
a bestseller that was rarely digested by readers...
a Marquis once boasted of having an uncle that
owned a bishopric... and a fine fine library of books
you're read using only one hand...
guess what the other hand was doing?
would i dare write a critique of what i just
referenced? i.e. jung's the undiscovered self?
it's a good enough book to be read while sitting on a
toilet for a bit longer... and even without pedantic
chronology of page 1 through to page 79...
i just wanted to cite this quote the echoes today...
western anxiety:
it is useless to pillory the socialist dictatorships
as utopian and to condemn their economic principles as
unreasonable, because, in the first place, the criticising
West has only itself to talk to, its arguments being heard
only on this side of the iron curtain, and, in the second
place, any economic principles you like can be put
into practise so long as you are prepared to accept
the sacrifices they entail.
i guess just as much, even without the historical
context... modern capitalism has encouraged
a military styled empowerment of the police...
and provided a weak military focus when
encountering alien hostility...
and it has created the 0-hours contracts...
not even workers who are unpaid
but paid on a whimsical basis...
and i guess Islam was like:
well... this model isn't going to work for us...
let's create the most sustainable economic insurgency:
war! in some quantum-alter-universe
this seems to be working...
you can't really say that war
isn't the most effective and sustainable economic insurgency...
but i love the fact that a new term has
emerged... counter to civil war... proxy wars...
and when Ukraine was joint host
with Poland for the European championships
do you think the debate on expanding the European
union to encompass the Ukraine wasn't on the cards?
one was already a member state for
8 years... and the other was sorta treated worse than
Turkey in terms of asking for membership...
then Monsieur Pútān stepped in after proxy-stresses
were implemented from investors and political
operators of shadow projects... thus said...
the West was still spotted talking to-itself in a lunatic
asylum of New York... where insomnia is rampant:
just like Mr. Piggy-Bank predicted mid-20th century.
and yet: i have so many more fractions of that
bottle of whiskey to drink... i might write
something less worded and less infused by world affairs.
