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my brain is now hardwired
to think anything not instant or under a certain amount of characters is a bore
its not what I’m reading is boring
it’s often unappreciated genius
but the laborious act of doing something that doesn’t have instant reward, gratification and isn't instantly self-serving
I will struggle
and I will forget whatever I read anyway
my memory ***** anyway

I sometimes crave I can eat books
digest their information
I would take a UBS port in the back of my head
so you can upload better thoughts
I hate my lazy self for this but its truthful
all my friends are pseudo-feminists, pseudo-musicians, pseudo-interlectuals
I’m just like them and I cannot remember enough to fight back their low level arguments
I just recognise, sigh and move on

I cannot keep up with the true intellects
and never will
my low paid job will allow me to survive
In a world which priorities are worse than mine
mindlessly carrying on whilst
"The United Nations Food and Agriculture Organization estimates that about 805 million people of the 7.3 billion people in the world, or one in nine, were suffering from chronic undernourishment in 2012-2014”
copy and pasted from 2 minutes of googling
TRUE POETRY
qualitative and quantitative data will show how moronic we all are

The age of idiots, with a few bright lights shining through
I will be a fellow idiot
feeling weak under it all
change is constant but slow
the world is ours and we chose what to do with it
over simplified ideas of a simplified mind

rook to queen and knight
8
ate off of eight
and two popes speaking
and jazz in the background
and pizza and fanta
and the vanity of vanities
of Solomon
these marble tombs
that wriggle with worms
of skeletons
this myopia seen
O the Great Worm of Time
and in the static
stone the smiling moon
that we see objects not moving
yet great evil pervasive
sometimes invasive
this Grot Knot...
i invite demons to dance with me
i summon demo ns
and torture them for the word
of god...
does that mean i sometimes drink
to excess
and eat like a serpent?
yes... i do... i like to snooze after eating
i own two cats and they are
dictated by other, rules...
my currency of being avoidable:
meditating
to think i might feel immoral about an afternoon:
not a day:
an afternoon and i'm on holiday from my wife
and i just laughed at her
i just laughed at her
because she forgot who she is with
and i think her female "friends"
are trying to remind her
and there have been too many
invasive
the world is
to
there's-being
in my res extensa mode
not full on spastic mr fantastic
heidegger's autism type typo Germanic thinking
like there is Germanic thinking about
thinking in cages and there's the German
and i can't associate the plural:
because i think of the language
before i think of the people
an d in so doing:
i can actually think of any language:
before i think of the people
and i can see Senegal and only French:
French black *******...
hmm...
just saying...
i am... meditating
in my trance there is war and a trance
to go with it...
a transcendence parody...

this parody of the age
as if body dictates the youth of the mind
beyond comparison the fakery
of old age when prowessing the avid mind
you tell me this is not second observational point
acting
if popes can summon actors
is this not white magic
this is white magic
when popes summon actors
to tell them their story when
still living
i call this pristine white magic
and there has been plenty of black magic
i believe the Nazis were summoned
by Black Magic
and the Globalists are summoned by White Magic...
it's harmless unicorn *****
type of magic
when a man interacts AI woman: with...
in a trance i think it's day
my state better suited for the exploits of
the night
i think i am not a painter
because i'm too lazy
id rather be a poet-philosopher than
a post-poet painter
and that's because i want to be happily married
and give my wife headaches...
i want to head-ache: my wife...
i want to head ache my wife...
which is not blou
or blow
a technician and plumber more
a wife a headache
i want to head ache my wife
until i numb her ego to womb and i wriggle in
and she becomes a pilot of a robot
of which i am foetus and alien
impregnate at least her res extensa
i can be the con res cogitans in someoneelse's
res extensa as
the res incognito: pre tense AZ...
she loves me she loves me slur
she loves me she doesn't love me slur
she loves me she loves me slur
she loves me she doesn't love me slur
i have been repenting all day
thinking i was a waste of coordination
and sunsets...
i stressed that plural: because for me
at least one more to "comb"///

oh common frigid fridge and ubs=
substance of fidgit... i wonder about my sanity
in these trenches of high human economy of
feelings:
feelings are spending threats
thoughts are spending inhibitions...
feels are spending threats
while thoughts are spending inhibitions:
the basic 1st Tenet of Economics...
the 1st Barrier Basic(s)...