Saturday, March 29, 2008
item #0911
Saturday, March 22, 2008
apostle j recording
adore adoral form now until late v late.
asunder part of 2083.
(for sanity).
prophecies beget freewill.
ending in cul-de-wittgenKill.
species seven even thunders tell.
..........................rebel rebel rebel.
action of apostle j recording.
proceeds, detail exterminating.
finality is of no account.
seventy-seven-seven shout.
(nth concerns demise.)
u States triangle eye.
(regional) government by tendril.
a million die unfulfilled.
events unfurl.
for and against the word.
item #6302
2. On Scenery. Further is furthermoria. (Yes, he had been made aware of the cowardice of the majority.) Furtherer, there is a general lack of respect. The integer is bent of shape, for example. Individuate this corollary, or don't; challenge its popularity, or don't.
3. On the Journey. Firstly, oh pubis opini, how found? How much, oh tower deriver? Form self as self? With illimitation, this might be existentL. What was possible then is unimportant now, however. Currently, can we e.vent? Can we unmove histo? Reason states this; but only as anxiety.
These are the sequences of freedom: Kierkegaard was mocked; Dostoevsky was exiled.
Thursday, March 13, 2008
item #0662
item #0661
item #0660
Tuesday, March 04, 2008
item #0079
I prefer canopies of exception. For me, there is nothing overtly mature. My few applications - invisible though they are to you - model intimacy within archives of introspection. If I thumb further, I thumb invasively. (Her hands, for instance.) I shelve no restraint. Meanwhile, you flap your tongue to no conclusion, no endowment. You believe this encourages me. It does not. I prefer providence, and its lack of interest in ideology, and I favour time, and its army of subsequences. You, in contrast, are always open to new ideas. Why? Firm understanding is not so versatile, believe me.
I am characterised by my exceptions, I think, and I fear adulteration in order to remain that way. Most things are a matter of administration.
Monday, March 03, 2008
item #6006
1. Dandruff of the Orator.
Continue please...
1.1 On on onward, triste of tag wheel, id solar id solar id solar, lights upon, what?, knowledge?
1.2 Logic repeats rationale judgements, 'judgements irrationale', judgements nonetheless.
1.3 New experience forms essentialism, but is neither essential nor quasi-essential; it is, instead, knowing.
1.4 Absolution changes thought. Such execution promises end-result, but wrongly so. Ha.
1.5 Will is process. (See how they run.) Wilfulness may only be ergo anon, however.
1.6 Tradition implies consequence; tradition implies limitation. Consequently, we traditionally limit.
1.7 That said, reluctance goes beyond some limitations, implying some direction.
1.8 Components of this concept are works of art.
1.9 Ideation is physical. In other words, baby, let's get physical.
2. Blind Networks (of some Bach Utensil 911).
Do not necessitate me, please; proceed in order to set unexpected directions. Can you? I am ideas in the mind. Are you? Can you afford your formalities? I understood my conduct was in question; yet you said little in person. It may never reach a viewing, I know, but may we induce something soon? My ideas pull upon your chain, as you said previously. I share something like the same concept; and since no formality is intrinsic or expressive, that might be enough. For instance, if maths then literature; if literature then maths.... See, I am concerned only with grey exception. The past applies all over me and how I am.... Meet me at the alter, please.
(OR/ crisisian tempt to all, exempt ........no-one waiting. [strokes ..'ch ch ch change is [b'jesus man's desiring [understating.
3. aporial. sweet aporial. triste of sealight, i c u. aporial. sweet aporial. triste of gaglight, i c u.
(Proposition: I sign in order to Be; that is, I sign in order to signify Being.)
3.1 End-Spirit: Body affirms Earth; ergo, body affirms region: If so, it follows that spiritual development is corporeal development. In other words, get some exercise.
3.2 Philological-End-Spirit: I stress bodily development. Likewise, I stress the eroticisation of this development. Put the ego in pain - or pay the price. Many are offended by this, I know. They lie in gutters of their own making. They work for furniture.
3.3 Their Static Lists Reject You...What Now?: You are offended by your exclusion; yet, it is the making of you and your greatest weapon. Divide further; ruthlessly divide. Make division your means of expression.
3.4 War Eroticises Pain; Peace Eroticises Life: Not so. You are asleep, and no-one is watching over you. Recordings are made of you, but these are immediately erased, with their cases stabbed onto spikes in public places.
3.5 Society? ...At Best, We See Hubs of Personification: We create your reality and your opinions, by importing fantastic places into us. See our fountainheads. For us, you function as the people we are to love.
3.6 A Suspect Human Nature?: Indeed this is so. People tend toward corruption. In light of this, we are authoritarian, in seeing all these tendencies as disconnections from reality. Our abstractions defy testing. Attempt no contrast, please.
3.7 The Universe is Unnatural: You crave the ability to distinguish yourself from this, we know. You merely play at fighting, however.
3.8 Stereotype Your Enemy: You have basic mistrust - which is good; but this needs guidance. Corruption is a science which is itself corruptible. In celebrating this diversity, you fail to impose uniform values. Pure authority, and its attendant hostilities, brings reason to impersonality.
3.9 Impersonality Presumes Uniformity Anew: The virtue of this is direction. History values systems. We favour inquisitions and purges, and evangelise same.
lol
Sharon & Anita xx
Sunday, March 02, 2008
Saturday, March 01, 2008
Killing Joke's 'Inferno', with errors
Come in 20 chains
When the dust picks the dust
All the things are crossed insane
And my skin, feel my skin
Getting melanoma
Scorcher scorcher
Tell me when it's over
Tell me when the nightmare's over
Drop shell bomb
Inferno
Drop shell bomb
Inferno
Brother brother kill brother now
Mother mother I'm alone
Mother mother my love is gone
What's happened at my home
Father father kill son
Cousin cousin why?
Father father ... my head
Father father just after my wife
Fire your home
Inferno
Drop shell bomb
Inferno
Fuckin' situation
You're a sociopath
With the best intention
Leaders that bleed us
Shit on your descendants
Eyes flying in the sky
Eye in the triangle
Talk good on the phone
Everything is wrong
And my mind turns black
And my mind turns black
And my mind turns black
Cause there's seizures in my Big Mac
Fire your home
Inferno
Drop shell bomb
Inferno
Fire your home
Inferno
Drop shell bomb
Inferno