diaper dialogues xvi (which consoles console?)

we think your critique of the dalai lama is just nietzschean ressentiment

i think your critique of my critique is just philosophical cliché mongering, psychic envy, and an insecurity manifesting in a love of entitled pageantry, inane hierarchies, and otiose tradition

we think your critique of my critique of your critique is nothing but some gushing phoneme factory, obsolescent, overproducing in your soul, indiscreetly plunked there by some malevolent conceptualist, your mouth a cloacal flow of undigested commonplaces

i think your critique of my critique of your critique of my critique is semantic flatulence and aural smut produced by your overindulging in häagendazs black cherry amaretto gelato, caucasian continental cock metaphysics, balderdash aged cheddar, prissy white poetry, gardein herbed stuffed turk’y, anal sex, sol portobello mushroom burgers, an indolent faux bohemian lifestyle, pretentious pomposities masquerading as alternative, hip, free, and revolutionary … all washed down with stolen plonk and fairtrade organic coffee to make you feel virtuous, saturated in …

… we think your critique of my critique of your critique of my critique of your critique would be assessed by any certified members of the official and renowned professions of sanity as an exemplar of deranged coddled sexist racist ageist classist ableist sanist specist gross dysfunction, establishing your pathological condition as a wholly new degraded personality heresy within the diagnostic and statistical manual of mental disorders, one so psychopathic and sociopathic it requires immediate and nonconsensual invasive medical, pharmaceutical, and institutional intervention …

... who is this “we”?

just the “i” doubled to itself

i am the dalí llama

we are the ocean feces

i am the dubble hubble

we are the ordure of putrescence

i am the papal smear

we are the slop of sleaze

i am the i who says am

wii are the wee we who whee weed and try not to say are

to conquer oneself is a greater victory than to conquer thousands in a battle

if you think you are too small to make a difference try sleeping with a mosquito

just one small positive thought in the morning can change your whole day

i think i am actually humble. i think i’m much more humble than you would understand 

when the dog looks at you, the dog is not thinking what kind of a person you are. the dog is not judging you

how can we enter the professions and yet remain civilized human beings?

virginia wii’s way holier and smarter than lama, trolle, and stump combined

writing with the woolfs

of course she didn’t have to worry about money

your rolling critique of neoliberaltechnocapitalism and judeochristiancapitalism is just nietzschean ressentiment

your critique of my critique is just …

… quotes are prefabs for those who don’t have time to think

how could an argument soothe or settle a controversy when every quote is a nest for a bird of doubt?

prayer to wii wolves and playbox yabiz –

oh sun that fills our hearts with merde

help us not to say another word

but soar above the clouds like bird

and not stink like human like a turd

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