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    Author: Outlaw
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    With my first step, I’d like to coin the concept of perfection. With my second, my gauche step, I’d like to eviscerate this notion people have that the aforementioned is unsusceptible to actualization.

    These weren’t the craziest steps I could be taking, I mean look at history; all the religious fanatics, the gods, goddesses, and God, the scientific zealots, monarchal janissaries, warlord umpires. Yet perusing these now fragile words I wondered at how they’d been conned into this person that I am. It was like looking back at the melting pot that I had unbecome and seeing some kind of golden glistening chalice’s content added to the blood and grime that went into my fleshy body. A golden egg from the whitest of geese, added to the mundane of a meal to make it glow as if the heat emanating from the meal was what had cooked it. It was causally unbearable, and casually poured into the being that I am. Was I so deep that I could hide even such a jovial liquid, so dark I could contain its light?

    By the time I’m onto my third step, explanation will fail itself in lacking the proper words in your language – wings shall spring like sperm ejected from a female’s vulva, spread widely, from my ideas. The step will no longer belong solely to the narrow dimensions of this world, yet, sparingly, the aspects of it that, few as they will be, do, shall be as foreseen as the results of a successful scientific experiment. And that is all that I will become to my audience, a live experience – a boundless well of scientific sense-datum.

    How revelatory and right this is, indeed. I would say I was a dashing youth still unaware of life’s bountiful abuse, braving the grind with a wry grin. I suppose I still bear the loathsome trait of despising science, a great win for the team. I just don’t understand how I made the leap from the first two steps onto this third step, as if ascension led to confusion. It was all a cop out at best. I remember thinking about awareness, fuller degrees of it; how when you were asleep you were at your least aware point, and how consequently, time seemed to fly. Also, how when thoughts became involved in the play of actions, the uninvited losers that they always seem to be, time also slowed down, remaining unconsumed by the lacuna of distractions. What rubbish.

    Let us not speak of the fourth, for in a sesquicentennial you’ll discover the preternatural virtue of silence, at least, the spoken kind.

    How easy I was. How easy I still am. Unimpressed yet equally sold on the idea. Sometimes I could be very well off without myself, in the plural sense at least. These dialogues I know I will be having with myself, and then the having of them. It butters me like sour milk would to see the sense of things, and to lack that central insight. Although, as I think of it, I suppose this is central to the formation of language – a myopic misandry, the kind true amazons would have wrought all over their concepts, in their words, in the very syllables of their culture. Ironic, wouldn’t I suppose it so, that our blind spot should encompass itself. Alas, perhaps this is philosophy.

    You’ve yet to show me what thoughts are, let alone how they converse with your tongue, and your fingers; the world at large. You speak of factoids, of criterions, of theories, damning those that have run society afoul, the religious mongrels –forefathers of your art. Your certainty is the cross, and your probability the nails that will seal within it your fate. You are no such antiseptic, but a rather refined kind of antisceptical grinded everlastingly on scepticism. You irk yourself with failure, even in probable certainty. You’ve developed beyond simplicity your language simply to say what you thought in simple words: that you do not care to care, or to think. The tasking undertook spoke as much.

    And of course, I purchased all of this insanity to shoot down a mythical you. There is no wonder in my mind at this point as to why people do not entice or relish enduring me.




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      It's time for our third and perhaps final session . As your counselor I ask you , what do you think of atrociously impetuous impudence on the impromptu innuendo junctural up nonceness nuance . How does its impetus intrigue strike you on the intuitional intrepids . I remind you I am totally serious about this juxtapositional adjunctness . I can only hope it doesn't come across as precociously petulant . More like atrociously pugnacious audacity I should hope , after all enigma entity is to me on the hyperboid of asymptoticals in human terms . But mabe this is depressing , perhaps i'm not the counselor I think I am . Oh well .

    PS: I'm thinking of stalking you so I can be informed of any new posts . Maby I need therapy . What do you think ? If you think this looks like specious reasoning I guess I just didn't want to appear facetious . Perhaps something more fanatically flagrant like in extremis extremity meld nuance . I bet you didn't know you had upset me that badly with your critically crucial critiques . I tell you , if you want to get away with your flipantly flighty flitness your gonna want to do up your stintness snities
    | Posted on 2010-05-18 00:00:00 | by monad | [ Reply to This ]
      And so we come to our second session . As your counselor I feel I should remind you I consider this with the utmost of earnestly industrious endeavoring .
    " a boundless well of scientific sense-datum " What's wrong with that ? I found it to be somewhat intellectually enlightening in a transpicuous sort of way . " That some people consider philosophy a science to me " I say with a wry grin , of zealotry . " remaining unconsumed by the lacuna of distractions " I think I might see the irony you spoke of here for often the distractions of lacuna are the artifacts from which our cognitive reasoning is born . That I consider myself to be a corporeally preternatural being in a demagoguery sort of way (e.g. bad thinking can make me sick , and good thinking could make me more longevous and healthy) . This is the "sense of things" to me , and I don't think it lacks "that central insight" . While I put a little bit of chauvinistic misogyny on that (sigh chick) regalia for you . Alas perhaps this is philosophy . I think I have made a valiant effort to show you what I consider thought to be , and the audible auger with which I approach aural auspice austerities . I am a singer and I assure you I play guitar with my fingers , and I believe I have spoken with some alacrity of my humanitarian view of humanity . I assure I care . I show it every day when I attempt to be existentially metaphysical with my friends enigma entities . As for the final verse of your enticing durance I feel convinced you will shoot down my mystical attempts as purely mythical again , but what's to tell you , you are definitely a difficult man to smile at .
    | Posted on 2010-05-18 00:00:00 | by monad | [ Reply to This ]
      You asked for counseling so here goes . Your first two steps reveal some concepts I feel I am very familiar with . They left me wondering if the perfection you spoke of was related to individually totalitarian structural forms , or perhaps the existentially metaphysical in chicanery dynamism fealty . I have an innate aversion to the dogmatic rhetoric of doctrinal mandate , yet I too have a golden chalice , an ambrosia elixir libation so to speak . How could I consider myself to be so dark as to deny that light , but most often this appears to be an almost entirely noumenal argument not subject to the autonomous avarice of corporeally preternatural . As for your third step leaving you without explicative lingusitic syntax I say " words , shear dialectic semantics , pseudonym epithets of nomenclatural malaprop and misnomer ". If your rejected sperm sprout wings who am I to argue with that flippantly flighty flitness . Then again if these are more than wistful wisps you have got to consider the diminutive minutia iotas this does to me on the objectified manifest . Where are your prophylaxis protocols man ? Self inductive interstitial collusions right . That way I can vanish into the implosions of my own ejaculations never to obscenity be seen by human eyes . Perhaps I go too far . If they actually existed where would that leave my " sense-datum " ? With a philosophical blind spot . Maybe this chicanery dynamism fealty could be a good thing .
    As for sleep being the time when we are least aware I would argue this point . I wrote a book called "Id Conclusion" . I feel we are more in tune with the depths of our self awareness here than we ever achieve in a conscious state . Sort of " unconsumed by the lacunae of distractions ". Perhaps this is oxymoronic . My post " Soliloquy " deals well with your " sour milk " . You should try it . As for language being " a myopic misandry " that brings to mind a joke I heard . If a man speaks in the forest , and there is no woman there to hear him , is he still wrong ? Further , thoughts are our ability to conceive of the infinite in cogitative form . I am a musician and the acoustical arbitration's attenuated actuator reveals a language all its own , devoid of words in the linguistic sense . Which , or was that witch ( I sometimes get confused with who's and whose also ) , brings me to my final point spiritualism . I am irked by failure , but there is no simple answer here . Demagoguery incarnate must lend itself to its humanitarian form . How's that for a mythical me to shoot at . Personally I'd like to think things were a little more mystical . To say that the metaphysical mystique of the human race is an imaginary condition is a gross denial of evolutional principle .
    | Posted on 2010-05-16 00:00:00 | by monad | [ Reply to This ]
      You used beautiful words to describe something I did so simply. I feel a fool, compared to your piece mine seems mundane. Kudos!!!!!!!
    The Kidd
    | Posted on 2010-05-15 00:00:00 | by mistiekidd | [ Reply to This ]


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