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
