in response to your question
you know, this is the
only downpayment we make in life and, in my end, i am going to wear
myself down to a thin crisp and blow myself out over the street in an
assault of dust, 98 percent dead skin. that may lead to a little
perspective building if someone picks it up and has a think over it, has
a look at what it is; breath in a little blake in london or hugo in
paris or rimbau in bruxelles. i make a compilation of stimuli under a
guise of what may be called the world or just world or worlds or word or
existents or existence. how do you respond to infinte phenemona? what
is your definition of phenomenology? wrong question! if you do not
understand then maybe you are not meant to, perhaps that is what you are
supposed to understand. bring pleasure back to the act of thinking by
removing the modern day instructional disease, a bible ridden descendant
of the great guidebook. remember the best machines are magic and
invisible, they work best when we do not understand how they work, so we
cannot see them work. they continue to work so that we may not see them
at all, that we cannot recognise them, that they are only air bending
the grass.