Karl Jung would sagengefrau "Ich wanna Fichte jungen Earl."
IE I WANNA FUCK YOUNG EARLS
now iw
i mean eew
INTERNATIONAL WORKERS (ie, iw)
Karl saidsagengefrau'd
Didja evah notice how "NATIONAL" sounds both like GNASHIONAL and NOTIONAL
and how a NATION
is made of NAY and SHUN
so here then let's prove that there is an organic control panel (ahem, pan-el)
imagine if you willen, a sort of simple meter on your forehead
a needle gauge, above it reads "semiosys"
to the left extreme is pure apophasis, to the right pure kataphasis
Apophasis is like when you are tired or pissy and you just think "This Sucks!"
Kataphasis is like when you are jazzed, and you think, this is like wow, like really zoom, zoom Beetle-headed Centaur
cheese! Cool!
Okay, But the gauge is kind of weird because written in tiny letters, the same scale is reversed, so that under Pure
Apophasis
is a little Pure Kataphasis, and vice versa.
This is like when you are tired or pissy and you keep going man, this is like really feeble, feeble Beetle-headed
Centaur fromage! Bogus!
This is the Kata of the Apo.
Or Conversely you just simply say: Man, This Rocks. and that's it. That's the Apo of the Kata.
Okay. So like To put this all country simple like Burroughs said.
A womb is like a tomb, and thoughts are like clouds etc. When you are born you are raw, as you age, you get cooked,
then you get et back up again.
What happens in between is basically a form of "caloric exorcism"
Quantum Objects called Ideas, or Structural Motifs, Etc. Get installed like software. These have an autonomous force
akin
to the concept of 'Will' which is actually something closer to a morphological imperative, ie a FORCE_SHAPE..
so sort of like an icing nozzle gets installed into your mind by your culture and circumstance... so all your icing kind
of comes
out just so.. aaah
yes you're starting to see. yes, a suchness, a sing-you-l'ars ness(y)
singularity = monstrous
monstrous = showing / appearance comes from monstrado and the wunderkammern kids
Language is waves and particles, and especially POLARITONS, IE Mechanical Metaparticles
these are virtual solitonic forces which lodge in our Matrices and feedback with other quantum objects stuck like
mummies in a fly's web.
This is why Jesus was such a hanger. because he's actually a recapitulation of IDEA / VICTIM / WEB of GE-OHM-E-TREE
EARTH RESISTANCE ENERGY TREE.. ie the bifurcative necessity of the computational now..
ie Keep the Stomach Churning.
Why We need concepts like Nation is purely Psycho-fetishal-obsessional..
Language or MIND is a line without tick marks.
Words are the Tickmarks, they lap into moods too, I think.. maybe
Words then are Cutlets like meat..
Ever wonder why Meat is "Marbled" or why Books have Marbled Endpapers. or have you lost
your marbles..
mar(e = sea mars = war ... bled, bless
A warring Sea did Bless this gentle shore..
See Hypersea
S-Whore = Wave Whore.
But I digress.
This is an echo of the deep striated nature of smooth space in Deleuzian Terms and an Echo of our ORganic
BODIES which are cutlets of illusion as well.
I PROPOSE A GNASHIONAL POOR IT-TREE MONTH
and it should be April because that's the last month that has any vestiges of the tradition of the Fool
Apryl Fools!! Hurray!!
So here we are all Broken Hearted, Tried to SSSSS-hit, but hon-ly PH'arted..
the S being the essential Sine / Sign / Syn / Thetic Transductional Realitos
the Seductional Pluroma the Baudrillardian Hyperreal
Technology is all we are
and all we have
and that goes for Emotions
feelings, socials peeples everything.
The God of Technology is Hermes
which is Her Mess
so its a Hermaphroditie of Sprezzatura
a kind of casually ordered mess / mass
Let's just love each other, accept contradiction in the inscriptional space
and go back to worshipping the old Goddess of Mess,
Its Her Mess, we just tend it for awhile and disassemble..
Our Telos is right here
Our Holos is everywhere
Our Epiphaneia is in a panic
Our Episteme is in Process
Our Ontolog is Brilliant, literally a Conceptual Solar Analogue..
And anybody that tells you this isn;t true..
You just tell 'em MIMI sent you to put a boot in its ass
ie a BOOT UP in its a (turbulence) SS (boat-sea-C-light)
Hassan I Sabbah
or
Hoisanna E Sabat
Nothing is True
Therefore
Everything is Permitted
ie
The Only law
is
Natural Law
The rest is just monkey business
and horse shit
(pegasus
naughty
corporeality
game show
dungeon w/ fringe
benefits or
torture
depending on the
genetic space time
lottery)
IE I WANNA FUCK YOUNG EARLS
ie future oils
or Gargoyles of Oils
