On: 'My Thoughts are Worthless'
A Paean Regarding Instability
Hello. I've had this jumble of things sitting around for a while.
No place but a
daylog will take it. The end
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Informatics:
Trying too Hard as Ironicisms. Son
Effort as joke-core
"JUST KIDDING"
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*squalor
On the Constitution of the Universe:
Shirts made of poison!
Ashes made of dusts!
Hands made of feet!
People made of lead!
Maids made of mead!
Red made of yellow!
Atoms made of rocks!
Sands made of fleas!
Fellas made of dames!
You made of me!
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kill humans.... to death
no sympathy.
not even once.
I'd rather be...
breathing
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Fuck killing.
Let's kill.
Fuck-killing.
Let's kill.
FLOOD YOUR BASEMENT
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Here is the most profound thing I've ever written. And I do it a disservice putting it here, in this way, right now. Nevertheless:
"We aren't even bored anymore"
The sinking feeling when I realize its truth is enough to level my best intentions. I'm not even asking "so what are we going to do now?" anymore. I've encased hope in concrete. My memory isn't even good enough to forget anymore. God Save the Queen
Humans of note:
- Awol One
- Henry Darger
- Louis Althusser
- Diogenes
- Robert Rauschenberg
Thing to do:
"I like to understand things in terms of other things..." -Lee Matheson
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If I plagiarized my 'whole' life from a Shapeshifters' song, no one on here would know. "Night of the Living Humans"
(humans ain't shit)
(we're all under the same roof tonight)
(shift to shape)
Truly these are the last days.
It hit me today -- I'm incapable of written sincerity.
Below is a picture of
(Don't worry about scrolling down, the only thing here is the big heart just below this sentence, it is all i have to give, I love you all so much..)
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Isn't it true, sir, that you are dead?
That may, or may not, be a fact. Friend.
A
(how we win the war is none of my business)
(war?)
(?)
Extinction
i swear to god that you're dead
Above is a picture of
pleaseplease
“Anyway, long story short” is a phrase whose origins are complicated and rambling
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the empty void of being clever instead of human
On the intricately detailed application of pain to a particular human body
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- Fordlandia
- The Art of Getting Over
agambe
a game of numbers
play on, words.
THIS THINGS I BELIEVE
4.48 Psychosis
melonsara: (10:18 PM) being mark makes you stupid
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You are going to die.
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Below is a pitcher of
I have so little to give.
I SWEAR TO ___ THAT ___.
I SWEAR TO END THAT GOD
>> if: Straight numbin' a fool.
>> then: x
everything
isaiah...
this
truth
This It's Don't .
is three mind .
the chapters the .
story------------------->long mess.
of and
how full .
my of .
body blank .
became pages.
my
mind
and NUMBERS
how
my
mind
died
from
neglect.-------------------------------------->_________
You seem to be number than usual.
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1. Don't mind the mess .
2. on't ind he ess .
3. n't nd e ss .
4. n' d - s .
5. t - - - .
6. p i e d .
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trust me
I hate and I love.
Why I do so, you may well ask.
I do not know, but I feel it happen and am in agony.
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Living your Life 2.0
Chapter 1: Death
Chapter 2: TBA
Above is a pitcher of
On Being Inconsolable Being
submit too
Isn't Dying Great???
(((the poetry of war)))
Pssh... if it happens
Oh come on now, you know that everything happens!
Yeah. I guess.
Hey, you want to see the gap between my love and my pain?
pair of dee\
parroty \
parody }---> is the sincerest form of insincerity
parity /
paroticism /
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space invaderz
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do the following: del *.agendas
Retain boredom.
Forever.
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I'm ending it right now.
"Is this an accurate projection?!"
Dude, don't worry, it's non-representational, no one will get hurt, I fucking swear to GOD. I FUCKING SWEAR
our lives
6 times
a game
of
numbers
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No. It's the children who are wrong.
"Love is like a simile"
True to form.
H'e's'i'o'd
Use your words!
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... to be convinced...
gods above
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gods below
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Hello. I am Being a Poem. Want talk?
If my life gets any more beautiful,
I'm going to choke myself...
To death.
(((With silk gloves)))
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Well, maybe you're living the dream but...
(That was a calligram...guess what!)
"If truth grew on trees... my orchard would be withered and dead, and probably repossessessessessed by..."
She blinded me with SCIENCE!
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Things to look further into:
- Elizabeth Diller
- Richard Scofidio
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Question
If:
A bridge to the twenty first century...
collapses.
And no one lives to hear it...
Does it make annoys?
Answer:
((((...God, does that much adolescence pass for 'writing' nowadays? Quit until death.))))
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Lethe
Lesotho
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This is a list.
-- globular cluster
-- vehemently opposed
-- so to speak
-- what have you
-- memorandum
-- harassment
-- kiln
-- destabilize
-- orality
-- wordsmith
-- what are words worth
-- use value
-- kinex
-- the blob, by the five blobs
-- broadcast
-- a show in april
-- verbal #1
-- 'production'
-- pipe links
-- link and bobolink
-- foucault
-- a girl
-- topology, klein bottles
-- the elegance of mathematics
-- drinking
-- bridgewater hot tubs
-- a week in march
-- procrastination
-- slang
-- salty (see above)
-- end to ends
-- wholecars
-- khyber wednesdays
-- before: khyber mondays
-- mokka
-- the pit
-- anti-plato
-- pro-plato
-- neither
-- jkk
-- lightbulb head
-- idiocrates
-- pandelion
Things I don't own: ~(you)
Ich bin ein 31337 haX0rc157.
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We are not communicating
1. YOU WILL DIE
2. YOUR WILL DIE
3. YOUR TILL DIE
4. YOUR TILL LIE
5. POUR TILL LIE
6. POUR TALL LIE
7. POUR TALL LIT
8. POOR TALL LIT
10. POOR STALL LIT
11. POOR STALL SIT
12. DOOR STALL SIT
13. DOOR STALE SIT
14. DOOR STALE SET
15. DOOM STALE SET
16. DOOM SALE SET
17. DOOM SALE YET
18. LOOM SALE YET
19. LOOM SOLE YET
20. LOOM SOLE MET
21. LOON SOLE MET
22. LOON DOLE MET
23. LOON DOLE MAT
24. LION DOLE MAT
25. LION DOVE MAT
26. LION DOVE MATH
27. ION DOVE MATH
28. ION LOVE MATH
29. ION LOVE MOTH
30. IN LOVE MOTH
31. IN LOVE MOUTH
32. I LOVE YOUTH
33. I LOVE SOUTH
34. I LOVE SOOTH
35. I LOVE BOOTH
36. I LOVE BOOT
37. I LOVE BOON
38. I LOVE SOON
39. I LOVE SON
40. I LOVE YON
41. I LOVE YOU
from "You will die" to "I love you" in 41 moves.
Ever.
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Aleph
Aletheia
Aletheistic
A (le) theistic
A, the 'I' stick
Cluttered Games.
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Never happe(-e, +i)n(es)s.
One thing that is occuring: Right now I am crying to death. All the pieces that seem to hold together to make what I am ("me") have begun to fall apart, unravel, crumble into so much dust settled on the cobblestones of a graveyard with a rickety, rusted gate.
The ghost of my life is death, and the breath of my existence has fluttered out into oblong abstraction.
The only problem we've got is that nothing can be taken seriously, just as we touch down as so many needles, plucking, pricking, murdering-to-dissect-- ... just so we begin to realize our unerring arrogance.
Has this occured?
Certainly.
Does it matter?
Who listens to Strauss?
.."worried and waiting, expecting a visitor"..
O
I think we're alone now.
So, I've been meaning to ask you
(it's what I've been meaning):
will you marry me to death?
it's for a fundraiser
Things that I wish:
- It's a secret!
((It's a party!!))
- Well...alright.
((A communist party!))
- I wish that you were a zombie, and I was a phoenix...
((Shut up))
- And then we made out and had a baby...
((...))
- That would be great
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GOD: YOUR Stupid
((That is to say, not my stupid, but your stupid.))
--The 'one' that you own.
RUPTURE NOW
Eat a wagon wheel pin ball head
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"What if I should find it rather flattering (((((faltering))))) that you should steal my property? Theft is the best compliment one can possibly pay a thing. And do you know the most amusing part? I assume that, having made up your mind to effect that pleasant robbery, you will suppress the compromising lines, the very lines I am writing now, and, moreover, fashion certain bits to your liking just as a motorcar thief repaints the car he has stolen."
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Which way am I thinking right now?
-This way.
What does that mean?
-I don't think it 'means' anything, exactly.
Does it make sense to act "how am I thinking" or "in which way am I thinking?"
-Sense?
Clearly we're not talking about the same thing.
-In what "sense" do 'you' "mean" 'we'?
We, us, me, "I"... clear?
-Yes. Now, ask again.
Who da' Irredentistist?
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J'aime les territoires.
Ich own ich.
Which way am I (are we) thinking right now?
-The way we are thinking right now is called an infelicitous speech
act. That's what 'way' it is.
How are we thinking right now?
-Clearly.
Everything hinges on meaning, doesn't it?
-Yes, 'it' does. (Es gibt?)
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Good afternoon.
How do you do sir?
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Walls are a necessity in today's modern societies
When I look around today, the biggest anachronism I see is pregnancy. I just can't believe that people are still pregnant.
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Is anyone so beautiful that I couldn't dismiss them, murder them, leave them to the dust, with a withering and vacant stare?
Is anything so beautiful?
What remains for me?
Show me fear in a handful of dust: the beauty would be too painful; too honest. No. In a handful of dust I see only the half-failures of my exhausion. The half-measures, the truncated legitimacies.... the notes almost sent, feeling on the verge of feeling. Your dust; ashes. My dust; collected in a gaudy vase, "I'm saving it for later".
Collapse yourself.
Vessels are full.
Vessels are empty.
And everything is half-shattered.
(is anything beautiful?)
- Are you ready for the sex girls
- Sex sex sex sex!
- Sex girls
Sex sex sex sex!
Sex girls
sex sex sex sex
Are you ready for the sex girls
The hot hot lean hot big hot girls
Are you ready for the sex girls
The hot hot lean hot big hot girls
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Can't we just kill him?
if i ever die, i hope
"Hoping that..." (instrumental hope) is so hopelessly outdated....
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Live/Die X Live/Die = Live/Die
"God, you're SO fucking boring..."
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If life doesn't kill me, nothing will.
God, I hope it's nothing.
HW
in brackets: vegans who eat prosciutto
Instead of living, let's try dying
((It couldn't "hurt"))
Hello.
Here is the story of one day.
It seems that my life fell apart today.
I say seems because I haven't been able to fake concern yet.
It's my mode, my 'fashion'.
I live a sickness.
Insincerity.
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