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Wednesday, September 30, 2015
ceci n'est pas une pipe
the lost provincial woman and the young monk teach the children something of the older child, something of the mother and, something of the old oedipus connecting us to the greeks. freud ought to have known better than to suck on cigars. Margritte read Stendhal.
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Tuesday, September 29, 2015
jus sanguinis
i know well people who sought me out afterwards, the aunts, uncles and family friends, some long lost cousins from down the line. anyone with a stake in blood. splattering at me in any words they could find to convey a birthright.
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Monday, September 28, 2015
put a stop to the freefall
we are those who are responsible for this colonial mess. responsible for a world ravaged. such responsibility was sought; to be in charge, to take the reigns, to take control of this rock hurtling through the void, such is desire.
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Friday, September 25, 2015
keep throwing them fireworks
there is no escape from judgement. it persists after death. have you seen the wiki open slather take a shot or stab arsenal of if you can reasonably justify it or find a supporting notation then let it fly into the pink fleshy targets.
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Thursday, September 24, 2015
appearance of the third
one dead one hospitalised one walking home, a matter of inches between life and death, continued vital signs and the cessation. tragedy arrives in threes, violence arrives in threes, law of three, stage rule of three, thumb of three.
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Wednesday, September 23, 2015
mutation saves humanity story
a child calls out to a parent, not only, don't kill me, but also, don't let me die. walking away is a would be death in abandonment.
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Tuesday, September 22, 2015
polish conversation
can we focus on you for a moment?
what are you doing?
well basically plaiting hair.
alright, so you are an asshole in self denial.
yeh sure, i still believe the world can hold hands and live in harmony with nature.
sweet man - would you like a beer or twelve?
are you talking to me or just looking for polish words?
that's nice, i got what i was looking for.
shit man, i am losing my seat here falling into bad posture.
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what are you doing?
well basically plaiting hair.
alright, so you are an asshole in self denial.
yeh sure, i still believe the world can hold hands and live in harmony with nature.
sweet man - would you like a beer or twelve?
are you talking to me or just looking for polish words?
that's nice, i got what i was looking for.
shit man, i am losing my seat here falling into bad posture.
Monday, September 21, 2015
savoir vivre
hardware that builds its own software mitigated by firmware mutations.
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Sunday, September 20, 2015
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Friday, September 18, 2015
quotidien taeglich quotidienne
so what is the relationship between sex?
depends on the sex.
eh?
quick sex, good sex, bad sex, naughty nasty nice, spicy sex, long lasting relationship or mariage.
et alors?
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depends on the sex.
eh?
quick sex, good sex, bad sex, naughty nasty nice, spicy sex, long lasting relationship or mariage.
et alors?
Thursday, September 17, 2015
yesteryear
life is overfilled for kids like you today. it wasn't like that for me and your father. it was harder and easier.
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Wednesday, September 16, 2015
breath a little life into mon chine
you read it i write it. this that you are reading, it is a discourse, a dialogue, i am writing back through time, you get the best bits.
what are you getting out of all this?
well, i put all of it into my own words.
could you please explain your own words?
how is it that you would like me to have words here?
make a few words on your own for your own and then
you poor miserable bastards are going to have to come over here and work them out for yourselves you ought to have given me a few more words to describe the what you were doing locking up the best part of forever in a machine bleeding to death.
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what are you getting out of all this?
well, i put all of it into my own words.
could you please explain your own words?
how is it that you would like me to have words here?
make a few words on your own for your own and then
you poor miserable bastards are going to have to come over here and work them out for yourselves you ought to have given me a few more words to describe the what you were doing locking up the best part of forever in a machine bleeding to death.
Tuesday, September 15, 2015
the corrider
for what it is worth, i am going headlong into the misdemeanour, suicide on the conveyor belt, fattening myself up for slaughter, oh wont you take me down to the slaughterhouse! if i had the balls i would have pot roasted myself on the way out the window when i was still looking lean. all the kantian sense of direction was sucked out of my time leaving only sein sein sein.
i go the way of the taurus.
it is a tradition, i am told.
backed by good economic rationalism i bet.
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i go the way of the taurus.
it is a tradition, i am told.
backed by good economic rationalism i bet.
Monday, September 14, 2015
gothic architecture
i never go into churches any more. god is more present on the outside. questions of god are dead inside.
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Friday, September 11, 2015
object/subject
a complete fool of himself. yes, children still laugh and point don't they, even when society says they are no longer children. children aged between fourteen and twenty-five. just keep stealing, just keep doing it, you know where this ends up, well one takes notice of the world or the world takes notice of them.
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Thursday, September 10, 2015
every morning
one leg and then the other. there is no spinozian machine de pantalon here. stand, march to the window and let in the overcast wet afternoon. a stiff cold gasp from the streets replaces the stuffy silence built up overnight escaping dreamy depths. i can only recall those last open eye moments of thought circling death, which are still with me now. to sleep perchance to dream and what dreams may come flee upon the waking hour and, death appears once more, unwelcome guest, taking away all appetite.
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Wednesday, September 09, 2015
conceit
look i am not trying to recreate something, or anything, i am just trying to live, get on with the dieing, the breathing, the one step after another, the walking, the getting by on desire alone. sure i have studied, studied the lines on your face left there by a machine sapping at the will, putting breeding programs in place and founding tradition.
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Tuesday, September 08, 2015
honest and gentle
intimidation carries no weight around here ever since the second door was installed. the drug dealers downstairs do not bring any concern, but i still cannot get a slice of the squeegee. every god damn move is so heavy handed i cannot help but destroy the crockery.
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Monday, September 07, 2015
cherche moi
no bread, but a buttered pear followed by a short black all the way down chasing death as it goes looking for something to do. any task to occupy the mind, new recentred on the flesh of a creative professional. the woman with the job, the car, the appartment, the city lifestyle keeping the flesh busy with nothing to do weeknights and weekend. meeting people is easy with binge drinking friends habit forming night time excursions with elise.
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Friday, September 04, 2015
je perds pective
know how to type in the dark, how to type with the eyes still looking into a world which no longer sees.
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Thursday, September 03, 2015
whistle me dixie or tell me story
physicists are telling it like it was never before thought but they are trying to describe what writers have been doing since the ink fell upon the page, what any story teller has been working with before they began telling a story. the physicists have a set of tools uncovered from illuminating darkness fleeing from darkness to darkness.
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Wednesday, September 02, 2015
herpes
between the left ear and the corresponding wisdom tooth is an exchange of language running in conversation charged with cheek. i do not know what they are saying, but i can feel it has something do with creating space and producing less waste. the real question is what activated the virus.
do stats make you feel something?
do you take comfort in numbers?
welcome to the majority.
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do stats make you feel something?
do you take comfort in numbers?
welcome to the majority.
Tuesday, September 01, 2015
Dasein (coincidence)
if something does not begin now then it never will, with all this time set aside, with all the aid of study and, self support in an atmosphere of sacrifice with the learning and the acquiring of lingual and cultural mythologies, if nothing arrives now then there is no hope of it ever arriving. the sad inevitable fact of it all is that there is no way for me to know in any certain terms of its arrival/departure, so i am left treading water no warning no matter.
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