edibles
that couch, you potato.
ideologically, physically, morally.
you potato.
you veg.
you historicist.
popper gets gas-sick at mentions of your name.
he writes books special.
but flushes them.
you comb-over mohican.
simulacrum.
but refers to nothing.
bathes barfs at the sight of you.
we all itch in your direction.
ideologically, physically, morally.
you potato.
you veg.
you historicist.
popper gets gas-sick at mentions of your name.
he writes books special.
but flushes them.
you comb-over mohican.
simulacrum.
but refers to nothing.
bathes barfs at the sight of you.
we all itch in your direction.
posted by murmurists at 8:38 am
3 Comments:
Comb-over mohican ... priceless.
I've often felt like a simulacrum ... is there a better original off somewhere having a better time?
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Thanks. That made me smile, too, actually; and if you knew the target of my invective, it's even funnier, I think!
Simulacra-wise: references, ie, Plato's Cave, multi-verse, etc. It's nice to dabble with and to entertain these notions. But I'm a bit A Level classical physics meets stripped-down Existentialism with a pull your socks up working-class upbringing, with catholicism thrown in. So it's live this life to the best or don't. I get my multi-verse kicks with my cyber personae, via murmurists, by making pictures, poems, music. That's out-of-body enough, I feel: seeing one's hands on a guitar, etc. Basic phenomena like that is weird enough, I reckon.
If there is a cave with some other AD, I hope he's read more books, was born without migraine, and never moved to Northampton!
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