ı used to drınk once a week but now ı drınk once a day guess ım an alcoholıc when you thınk about ıt ıts a fıve thousand pound fıne when ın formula one you gıve a guy a fınger ı try to keep ın touch wıth her once a year or twıce yknow ȷust to say hı nıce to catch up yknow those kınd of people when you thınk about ıt thats not my problem thats your problem when youre a hıgh achıever shes also got the knack ın lıfe sometımes you gotta start at the bottom o thats bıg news thats huge he had a bıt of a meltdown dont know what happened so he was let go but were doıng some cool proȷects nıce to catch up theyre both bıg thınkers they both read wıdely and thınk a lot ım doıng alrıght 230 a year 10 or 15 years ago no one drank coffee now everyones a connoısseur thınk about ıt sometımes ın lıfe you gotta stop at the bottom thats why you pay so much for everythıng taxes they want you to be poor all rıght boys and gırls ım goıng to go out and have a cıgarette whats a good cıty to go to for lıke real coffee when you thınk about ıt youve got a great sweater whats your name ı love your smıle that would be a good trıp ı do alrıght now 260 a year maybe a closeup of her hand paıd a thousand and thırty ı wasnt nervous ı was excıted sometımes ın lıfe you gotta stop and go at the bottom ın the car yeah yknow youre cuttıng me off ı gıve you the fınger when you thınk about ıt o wow thats so excıtıng and hes a lovely guy yeah we usually hang out on sundays were goıng to start lıve ȷazz on the patıo ı was goıng to say when you start trackıng ıt ım doıng alrıght makıng 280 a year you got a great sweater guess ım an alcoholıc ım surprısed when you thınk about ıt she even got me second guessıng my own self whıch ıs not lıke me no one drınks mılk anymore braıns are weırd theyre lıke the fınal frontıer thats not my narratıve to accept someone elses conversatıon about me ım a rules doula for the autıstıc class ımmortalıtys probably not all ıts chalked up to be when you thınk about ıt when you drınk about ıt gıve a guy a fınger keep ın touch thats huge nıce to natch up you got a great fınger ım a rules doula for the ımmortalıty class thats huge had a meltdown theyre both bıg smıles whats a good cıty to go to for a real bottom keep ın smouch sometımes ın drınk you gotta gıve a lıe a zınger 590 a year not my problem alrıght goys and bırls guess ım a doulaholıc a closeup of her penıs bıt of a smeltclown say hı stınk once a day smıle a fınger hang a dınk stop the pay hug the bottom you cant lose ınvestıng in transnıstrıa utılıtıes huge balk dyıng my own elf the gınormous hunt they let go lıck the bottom ı eye the bottom thınk about ıt shıt ınk about ıt go gotta gotta redrum
Showing posts with label love. Show all posts
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29.4.25
13.11.19
absinthe makes the fart grow stronger
if this is time give me blood
if
this is blood give me water
if
this is water give me air
if
this is air give me fire
if
this is fire give me plasma
if
this is plasma give me god
if
this is god give me i
if
this is i give me love
if
this is love give me art
if
this is art give me dreams
if
these are dreams give me death
if
this is death give me absinthe
if
this is absinthe give me more
10.2.19
a lesson in jurisprudence iii
now, to
introduce a twist, one day phineasetta thadeusina veeblefetzer falls in love
with olafa but not only is the love unrequited but olafa is wholly unaware of
phineasetta’s existence. phineasetta sets out to correct this obersicht. she sends
olafa mad messages across the 81 channels presently available for
communication. she likes & loves & laughs at everything. she is
unmitigatedly hysterical and persistent. but olafa is unfazed. after a brief
sleep and on a dubious day she invites thadeusina to walk the gasnil hill trail
with her. ptv slips at the preordained spot, hits her head on a rock, and
tumbles into the land of the dying whales. olafa has to put up with a week or
two of unpleasantness as she correctly responds to the queries of officials but
all in all a job well done and she has returned to her solitary knowledgeable
walks, clinically improper sleeps, nameless reveries, and veeblefetzer-free
existence
our lesson in jurisprudence is done
dear readerless readers
you bare-assters & lovers of bare-assters
return to your barriers and your absolutelies
you olafas to your nameless madnesses
you veeblefetzers to the sea
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20.7.18
dao de jing v
heaven and earth are ruthless; they treat the myriad creatures as straw dogs
the sage is
ruthless; she treats the people as straw dogs
is not the space
between heaven and earth like a bellows?
it is empty without
being exhausted
the more it works
the more comes out
to hear much will
lead only to a dead end
better to hold fast
to what is within
dear fives,
in contrast to reward
and punishment mythologies, moralities of good and evil … in contrast to any
sentimental gods or god who assume goodness, compassion, love – offsetting cruelty,
hate, malice to other forces … in contrast to the childish capricious powers of many – forceful infants of the heavens …
shrugging at ideas of benevolence and ritualistic conformity (whether
the rites are prescribed institutionally or in the heave of society), dao
doesn’t even posit a god (or at least a god more than a common tansy or brinjal
masala). here are heaven and earth – the way of dark virtue and the way of
simian prescribed rites – the people, the sage
the sage, who is
later dismissed as unworthy and risible. the people, who are routinely
presented as a pulsing conglomerate of necessary followers. the impossible way
of heaven. the pervasively enforced expectations of earth
here heaven, earth,
and sages form a strange alliance, of which the people are not a part,
contractually bound by ancient models to a dna of indifference. the people
though get excited or discouraged by constructions of amorality, immorality,
blood and barbarism, difference, the vestments and scripts of hierarchical
power and status, their passions expressed in moral systems, tedious schadenfreude
and its organized siblings (government and war), integrity and transgression
and what is this
indifference – detachment or fate or enlightenment or geometry or discernment or silence or
intelligence or something else or puerility? – a
magnificent disdain for the mores of a species which has consistently demonstrated
through its nightmare, history, that it cannot act except through severings, genocides, rapaciousness, and an alert purposiveness?
love is mentioned
few times in these 81 vignettes and when it is always in a way that subverts
our common orientations. dao doesn’t say love
but ruthlessness. not a ruthlessness
apart from love as it is not apart from anything. dao does not do apart. (to not take this word or text or any and raise it to an all)
not that ruthlessness
of presidents and entrepreneurs that is called expediency and pragmatism, not
that squabbling fortress of mothers and fathers and lovers and spouses that is called
love, not that ruthlessness of a member of the myriad creatures as it goes
about its entertained scrimmage of a life, a ruthlessness called whatever it is
called, but some other kind that is not defined by the images in your mind but
by dao, undefined, in its inexplicabilities
love, that drippy
word, may be destroying us. for the way we practice it is not large. it does
not reach beyond our little interests of self and species, around the earth and
out to heaven, past the breathing of the infinite spaces between, and further
still, something at hand, a vital emptiness
dao acknowledges the paths – of reading all the books, collecting all the lovers, helping all the
poor, responding to all the messages, listening to all the podcasts and videos,
amassing all the wealth, assuming all the power, knowing all the references and magic tricks, displaying all the beauty …
and of holding assiduously to that vitality
and where are the
measures and graphs and peer-reviewed articles to show the how and what and why
of this? how do i tell that one holds fast to that?
by means of dark
virtue, by means of old paths, by means of confused turnings, by means of
muddledness and listlessness, by means of this
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14.2.18
fientive honorificabilitudinitatibi
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