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even among intelligent whonyms one doesnt converse about anything important anymore  if you try to talk about anything important whoever youre talking with quickly changes the conversation to sports or politics or gossip or the weather  some variation of da nooz   but everyones interiority has to stay locked up and the jailors society  for the soul  or what used to be called the soul  like what used to be called reality  is too much for the people to bearbare  so they can only talk about the denials of the soul  these effects of its repression  as it seeps ineluctably through thick old walls and forms the artifacts and procedures were forced to live within  though they live in purer and more potent form within us  and all our training and educations oriented toward learning how to converse about the repressions and make more repressions and have no idea how to relate to the forms of vital seething   of course you can pay 150 an hour for a shrink  you can whore it up like that and call it wellness  a little voyeured psychic orgasm in a strangers office  you can persist in talking with the whonyms after they try to shut you up and be deemed mad pretty quickly  you can go nuts and get locked up or drugged  you can suicide  that relief  you can carry on imaginary conversations more real than those other ones people call real or more real  with the few others whove managed to survive for a bit and write about this condition and whose words have survived and whose words youve found in the vast library of dumpster of book  and write some of these conversations down  which are typically ignored or if theyre not disdained   and all this it takes you a while to learn

take eg a magazine called frigid in which some idiot calling itself weal clown disdains h michaux who experiments his entire life with sniffing languages  in words and paint  for the universes of his interiority   does mish^oh succeed? thats not a question of the interior thats a question of your world  and all clown  who naturallys some young white prick  does of course is call mish oh a sadly disabled old man   but even the most incoherent babbling of the one who explores the interior smells is far more beautiful than the most coherent product of your chiseled enforced exterior  sterile dumps

 

infinitys a construct of mind and as mind exists and infinity exists in it so infinity exists and i orient myself toward these infinities and write about them   sadoo is this orientation

 

ı look in the mirror and know ım nuts  ı know ım nuts and that you havent caught ı yet  ım pleased by these two facts  two of the few facts ı think about that are worthy of meditation   its never been a question for ı not to be nuts   to believe in soul and to be obsessed with thinking and talking about soul is to be nuts   sadoos my nuts