The Desert Ball of Thorns Bruising My Hand With Their Face
The man had been complaing about the puss coming from the pungee stab and said that he "always cared more about his feet than he should have."
Games, Games. Here's some games. (the games are locked behind a metal screen) Games that want to get out, ha. See? More games. Games, they vegetize you. See? BAH! If you play the games you're voluntarily taking a tranquilizer.
I guess they gave you some chemical restraints, huh? DRUGS! What'd they give you? Thorazine? Haldol? How much, how much?? Learn your drugs, know your dosages, it's elementary.
There's the television. It's all right there. All right there. Look, listen, kneel, pray.
Commercials. We're not productive anymore. We don't make things anymore. It's all automated. What are we for then? We're consumers. (We'll buy our way to victory- if not the terrorists have already won.)
Yeah. Okay, okay, buy a lot of stuff and you're a good citizen. But if you don't buy a lot of stuff, if you don't, what are you then I ask you? What? Mentally ill!
Fact, Jim, fact. If you don't buy things: toilet paper, new cars, computerized blenders, electric operated sexual devices, stereo systems with brain implanted headphones, screwdrivers with miniature built in radar devices, voice activated computers!!
So, uh, you wanna watch a television show, you go to the charge nurse, you tell her the day, the time, the show you wanna see. But you have to tell her BEFORE the show comes on.
There was this guy, and he was ALWAYS requesting shows that had already played. YES! NO! You have to tell her before. He couldn’t quite grasp the idea that the charge nurse couldn’t make it be yesterday, you can’t turn back TIME, thank you Einstein. Now HE, HE was nuts! He was a fruit cake Jim!(.)
In omnibus requiem quaesivi, et nusquam inveni nisi in angulo cum libro.
Telephone call? That's communication with the outside world. Doctors discretion. Uh-uh. Nah. Hey, if all these nuts could make just make phone calls, it would spread insanity oozing through telephone cables. Oozing to the ears of all these poor, sane people. Infecting them. Wackos everywhere, a plague of madness.
In fact, very few Jim, Jim, very few of us here are actually mentally ill. I'm not saying you're not mentally ill, for all I know you're (twitches) crazy as a loon. But that's not why you're here. That's not why you're here, that's not why you're here!! You're here because of the system.
"Sometimes I think nothing is simple but the feeling of pain"-He said this before he disappeared over the railing. He never finished his drink; yet they said that Natalie Wood was sleepwalking and that the coroner could only declare a passive apllication of stoppage of that simplicity- scarcely could it be deemed a word as aggresive as DEATH, not without the corpus.
"Quit talkin out yo fuckin neck BITCHES." (in regards to the immediately preceeding statement please see above)
addendum
I feel like this:
knowing your soul looks like this:
FACE
The Hooves of Finite Mortality, in a Well Handled Manner
The word wavering has so much more meaning with seagulls high above it, just as only a neon sign could be used to explain agony appropriately.
"America is the country that shows all the written guarantees in the world for freedom are no protection against tyranny and oppression of the worst kind. There the politician has come to be looked upon as the very scum of society."
Her constant thought of this day was of the difference between concentric and concurrent circle patterns.
He was a man as he was merely nothing else, he was only everything that he could not be called.
Purity equals nothingness, and we find it irresistibly attractive because we are all children of nothingness longing.
"Who hears music feels his solitude peopled at once."
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"When I think about nonlinearity, I think of consciousness itself, and that your consciousness is the way that you collect various pieces of information to understand the world around you."
"How helpless they all looked in the ugliness of sleep. A third of life spent unconscious and corpselike. And some, the great majority, stumbled through their waking hours scarcely more awake, helpless in the face of destiny. They stumbled down a dark alley toward their deaths. They sent exploring feelers into the light and met fire and writhed back again into the darkness of their blind groping."
"People are ambivalently amped-up on celebrities. They wildly worship them. They aim their adolescent adoration at them and get bupkis back. It's depressingly dissassociative. It's idiotic idolatry. Fan magazines fan the flames of fatuous fancy and reinforce the fact that your favorite stars will never fuck you. Scandal rags rip that reinforcement and deleriously deconstruct and deidolize the idols who ignore you. It's revisionistic revenge. It reduces your unrequited lovers to your own level of erratic eroticism. It rips the rich and regal and guns them into the gutter beside you. It fractiously frees you to love them as one of your own."
Gilded means to make beautiful, or to adorn. It also used to mean to make red with blood. The good old times, that Gilded Age is about to return.
The magic of the "eternal recurrence" is also the ugly face of the historical dialectic.
Apasmara will only ever see the snake shedding its skin (as he votes the way the pundits instruct), Vishnu will blink his eyes a thousand more times before his 401K matures, and Schopenhauer will have a different name the next time he fires his maid for dusting the Buddha (no fear, labour enthusiasts- he hires her back tomorrow).
Christmas Is A Time Of Joy !!!!!!
This is off track, off topic, but somewhat au courant.
Merry Christmas everyone (especially to all those who love their stuff).
It is a time for love and joy; a time for togetherness. Better to give than receive, and all that.
It is a time to re-connect with our family and other loved ones.
And don't forget motherfuckers....
We are a Christian nation and we must remember that Jesus is the reason for the season.
and if this isn't enough...
...at least I tried.
“Any change is resisted because bureaucrats have a vested interest in the chaos in which they exist.” -Pres #37
A short while back one of America's Great, Rich, Old, White Men said this -
"You got the first mainstream African American, who is
and a nice-looking guy."
What he really meant was:
Thank God that we have those Rich, Old, White Men to run this country for us.
Who knows what would happen to us if they weren't there to keep us from destroying us-selves.
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