Time in blizzard. Some time spent watching it take over air. Proliferation of perfect plural seemingly alike white. It is not time to abandon adolescent
disparity of two legs, points of stars in snow
external world of accidence coming down fast, shadowless anti-human riot
irrational right and wrong
breathe, in order to have faith to this interrogation of present of delinquency
Fear guides me, that is what I trust. Battle that cannot be won, but it has to be fought. Deliberate subversion unraveled with such speed. Enraged, cloudy, earthly, muddy, dark, behind and under, in
experiencing historical ontology of me, of ourselves, of that other I see and don’t, verifying existence via cruelty, inner must of terror which drives me. Fear that keeps me going. Abomination, afraid when
afraid always, keeping me alert, a pulled string, pulling
Episteme
Meaningfully vulgar, foul contingency
and open arms them to be cohesive, to bind us together, Juicy Lucy, should I believe her, taste her orange. Her disorder, her glory and glow, techniques of domination, open arms, tenderness and warmth. Standing powerlessly not moving an inch, only my eyelids do their reflex shutter movement on my lenses as I capture the moment to my archive of every moment in my life. The wet grass that I am standing on has given up on winter and black earth. Dividing practices come without forcing. There is something I cannot stand and it is a lie of affection. How much do we live in world of abstractions. Is all abstract? Sensing and reasoning to have sensed and reasoned. Certain amount of rage which follows, burns, boils over and torments. Deflower the girl. Deflowering earth. Deflowering her. Considered ruined. Difference is experienced. Deflowering truth.
ReificationQ Xhyperreality
Oh there is so much I don’t know. Tame landscape making all places alike.
Disposition
Infinitude and a day
speculations on eternity and nothing
a frozen girl at one corner of a busy street. There is never enough one can do.
My heart was as if someone was pounding the front door. I checked.
There was no one there but a bloody dog.
the trigger wire for the bomb that had exploded earlier in the day a place like N
Many of the men who disappeared recited verses, sand on and under, in and all over,
They never saw them again, they never heard of them again, no need to find hidden meanings in there
Of course some knew what was happening,
It was as if the men had vanished. blown away. it is like some people are more valuable than others. Who is to decide? Whose task it is to know?
they searched for,
had been searching for the DHM,
deep hidden meaning, to look for
fingerprints of the men with explosives
bullet-riddled body
demolished
the orchard’s walls,
the trigger wire for the bomb that had exploded earlier
here the shooting of a child is unremarkable for everyone
here brain stains on the wall is normal
decaying body, human jaw on the ground
after America’s 13-year war in Afghanistan officially comes to an end.
http://www.rollingstone.com/feature/a-team-killings-afghanistan-special-forces#ixzz2juNTE6jx
Buy cinnamon, onions, tofu, apples and ingredients for chocolate cake
Daisy Cutter BLU 82B Commando Vault impact area of a football field
wrote down nucleus vocabulary like justice, God and truth and Daisy Cutter like someone next door.
religious affiliations in God’s country
emanations of reality naturalizing sacred silent language of a bomb
Yellow leaves in yellow trees as a mass against each other
I noticed with my side eye
there was someone standing there next to me
fanciful impulse of hacking and digging, picturing, looking by accident
wind a vertical drum trembling leaves and horsepower for raising ore on a whim.
Blue-haired Grand petite called Salvador Nebula. I don’t know who he is.
Horses fucking on a yard, they steam. Bear bare le jardin.
I will be back as soon as I can. I can’t stand to watch.
Mischiefvous,
ambiquous and nefarious dissent that is who he is, someone
yelled on the phone, delusional
transference of club of liars, lies, hard hands that have held you for hours trying to get to shore
holding my inner velocity, clubs of different shapes, wooden with colorful tapes, to try and say something, hit a ball, hit a window, gray-faced man who hates running the field, from base to base and home
Desiderius Anhedonia, joyless spring, has been very little studied but still exists
Lack of respect what comes to following strict ideology and having complete faith in reason. Why do you believe your eyes? Process of making civilization creating inhibitions which cannot tolerate zest
sovereignty in the cloud
Fighting giving meaning in us, for us to structure the world and make it maybe simpler, maybe better. Fights making us and making us do good and bad. To write about good and evil, it is clear to me that I stand on the side of good. Why is that so clear? Does my origin, ideas, gender, age, skin color, profession(s), art, deeds, tell how good a person I am? What deeds, characteristics tell my quality of goodness or evilness? That is what I think now, because I’m not so sure. What is good and just, it is that I have chosen to realize and do as I see fit and they serve me, my idea of good for me. Do I take rest of the world into consideration in my goodness? To choose and accomplish, it is a question of self and losing self, to not make only what your self desires, not only letting your need want you to want. Decide what is good. Tastes good, makes you feel good. Is my body that decides since I must eat, sleep and drink? It decides much for me as do my feelings. My feelings and sentiments, gut tell me which paths to follow. It tells me something about good, what might be good.
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