i would like to think that franzi is not coming to the party out of some sense of social responsibility in the midst of a pandemic, but i believe it is rather a cost benefit analysis; the risk of spending two weeks in quarantine against the possible joy of social interaction. such an analysis, i would argue, simply boils down to free agency. in this case franzi chooses to enter her own quarantine out of what she considers to be her own freewill over and above a quarantine imposed upon her by an outside authority. the facit is the rejection of close spatial contact with others.
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software
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now hear
me straight governer
the rain comes tumbling down running off the motorway short term memory focussed on the muffin in the mouth this moment and just the next the previous muffins in mouths are not even distant memories may as well as not have been if not just living in the now arrangement with no need of knowing how we got here not going to be here i do not want to clean this mess up lay and eggs and move along without constructing anything remotely resembling memory emotion or sentiment
question time brings no answers but it may bring a few pressing urgencies to the forefront of consciousness and there the answer may rise out of the spew pit give the pot time and ingredients a little heat and a stir turning over a solution to a problem let it stew until it is edible and let the gut churn sift through the entrails
today a breakfast disaster the alpha male pulls up curbside on the chopper without a care to speak plainly i cowered when i wanted to take his head and you stood up to flirt as you do as you wish
get the machine out once i have hit a nerve in the public eye i have got to hit again and keep hitting it but the same will not do might do it for a new public a newborn the same trick always finding a new audience pop is youth obsessed that first cut is the deepest that first hit is what i am chasing in an ever increasing dosage spiral out of control brain spasm
conscious style or another programmed delusion? but we cannot all be doing that. someone has to wear it first, because it is not enough to be going around eh just make them prewar.
no worries now where would i have out that another day in the foresaken office another day trimming grass that cat has mice to kill turn over another tape and find your inner je ne sais quoi cat in cat out find another mouse out there or grab a snack from the fifty something year old child the country is expired moving onto the union a world government scaring the pants off of white privilege too many voice out there ease into globalism positive as opposed to marked checkers
the apple mousse is preserved in cute little glass jars. hermetically sealed sterile paradise to be enjoyed at a later date.
what are you doing to sustain yourself? can you eat your digitally represented worth or just look at it on a screen and smile? or does it bring a cloud of depression over your head? real or speculative worth are creations of the market putting the youth out of work and home. hand out the benefits. we are making what for whom?
of course come in do what you have got to do nothing here that is going to stop you just what is it that you are doing?
just doing my thing getting on with it much the same old same old whether you were here or not not really a factor in the equation but i am somehow affected by the presence
reinvent your space. where do you want to be boiling eggs?
inside an ovary.
ouch.
i want to unleash my desires so that they may smile up at me biting at the ankles a future hand to water the garden watch the flowers grow.
and paint dry.
it takes longer if you watch it.
does anyone else read these lies?
i don't know. all i know is that i want you to make a mother out of me.
how long does that take?
someone else could do the same job quicker but i am willing to wait for your. but not too long.
well i could do it faster if i had the motivation, the pay scale, the security, the trust, the effort and the expertise.
Hier sitze ich dann und betrachte meine Welt. Wenn ich mal eine warme Jacke brauche, muss ich viel Glück haben. Ich will ja alle Leben führen. Ich könnte die Bäume nicht mehr sehen. Wenn ich nur im Wald bin, wie viel Welt kenne ich dann? Wenn ich mal ein Buch in der Hand hatte, kam gleich jemand in Gummistiefel und fragte; hast du nichts zu tun? Ich hatte kein Selbstvertrauen. Ich war kreuzunglücklich. Kunst ist etwas, was man trotzdem macht.
balancing the budget is balancing the modes of production list witty outbursts on the machine before getting bat on ball and hitting the six runs needed for a win off of the last ball of the day in regulation play ian healy went into commentary a destiny of row row row your boat gently into the grave no second contract with the national broadcaster now the former director points out the unnecessary existence of the organization he was directing why now why not then when he could have done something about it self preservation is strong in the genes
a fresh dishcloth laid out next to the sink shows that nothing needs to be cleaned around here, because it is always sparkling. what is the cost of such cleanliness for an aesthetic of zero use?
some send a little
to the culprit
to the government
to the occupant
of a divided land worn torn and scorned
left wanting
on the fulfillment
of empty promises
i am sure this is just a big pain in the arse for her. she is simply here to earn the rocket fuel to reach escape velocity to launch herself out of this north american hell hole. life is an experiment and then you die. back to work. what are we working on today? moving dirt and pulling beers.
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