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Sunday, April 24, 2016
Boltzmann's Brain - Donna J Snyder
thought invents other then self
surpasses time's illusion self's illusion
time’s arrow only a construct
a concession to psychology
our emotional attachment to the notion of senses
objective reality a comforting myth but only goes so far
thought sleeps
dreams of universe multiverse nothingness
dreams of somethingness but has its doubts
thought dreams constellations
their starry gravity impels our momentum
and even as they die they compel us to resist change
but only if we are matter
only if matter really matters and is in motion
only if motion raises the temperature of the bodies in question
only if the density and viscosity are low and the matter diffused
but really who believes in ideal anything much less matter
you know and I know there is nothing constant or ideal
the pocket full of posies unreal as the heat death of the universe
no being independent of mind or object
relationships construed where none exists
here or there becomes where you are
thought evokes kinetic energy as if our bodies were in motion
a line between points nothing more than kinetic theory
our particles no where moving in straight lines
no velocity
no direction
gravity isn’t even invited to the party
thought creates me but neither it nor I exist
nothing left but heuristics
entropy the only constant and that may not be true either
Thursday, May 21, 2015
Friday, April 10, 2015
Dada As Fuck - Frankie Saxx
"Title is literal."
If anything, the idea of being taken completely lusts her level of validation against a wall. These realities were rough, aggressive sex. Their impotent rage a more primary pair-bonding in women. And so on. What's going on is in the substance of its relations with a squatting position. The stranger-in-the-bush lies in his relation to his own body.
"Ashamed"
Urinating in a young girl, she turns her lips into an object. Sexuality knows what pride is and gets off on this kink. He loses control so she can't get away. An ontological point of view asking if the male is proud because he has coitus: it is art to define ways of being always involved; it is both through them and interest in the substance of a woman being able to make a high value man.
"quest for being"
Men lose their control with her bottom exposed. But wow, just wow. This banal concept tries to push you off; rather, his love for wholeness cannot be reduced to terms like 'ravishment.' An irreducible, given the existent in all possible ways working for the feminazi retards. Women want to be raped, as primal as an embrace. Deflect from the dissonance; doll it up because it symbolizes feminine virginity.
If anything, the idea of being taken completely lusts her level of validation against a wall. These realities were rough, aggressive sex. Their impotent rage a more primary pair-bonding in women. And so on. What's going on is in the substance of its relations with a squatting position. The stranger-in-the-bush lies in his relation to his own body.
"Ashamed"
Urinating in a young girl, she turns her lips into an object. Sexuality knows what pride is and gets off on this kink. He loses control so she can't get away. An ontological point of view asking if the male is proud because he has coitus: it is art to define ways of being always involved; it is both through them and interest in the substance of a woman being able to make a high value man.
"quest for being"
Men lose their control with her bottom exposed. But wow, just wow. This banal concept tries to push you off; rather, his love for wholeness cannot be reduced to terms like 'ravishment.' An irreducible, given the existent in all possible ways working for the feminazi retards. Women want to be raped, as primal as an embrace. Deflect from the dissonance; doll it up because it symbolizes feminine virginity.
Wednesday, March 25, 2015
blood-soaked magnets curry solids
heat noodle memories watering can
negativity crocodile like small pig slits
giant drama plastics sound of urinal bodies
the buried surveillance that microwaves poop
the uncanny video game party taxidermy
fake recall of a white broken adult hidden in a poster
nefarious dinosaur acoustics stuff nightmares
bloodborne babies patched by inhuman asterisk
cry of mating bird giftshop parts tableau fork
glass shells mimic a wide skeleton base
the beta egg butcher care-filter set to stone woods
on the monitor sunshine log squeeze-through
jinx-abuses backwards off of gender clones
Tuesday, March 24, 2015
Tuesday, March 17, 2015
embers he can’t be beefed
an anime reversal of calculus
assumes the happier apocalypse
sensitive to existential flows
blackened horizontal neckline
cold diminished dots disperse
concrete layered mechanisms
burn alive floral locks flattening
at waistline dark beads tree god
of the biological structure
puffed up chemical automated
ruffles a carved lens circus
in little black dress pumps
wild propeller underneath three
dimensions that crank leggings
of a maimed city enjoying wizards
in straps sift her mystical caveman
Sunday, March 8, 2015
angry bummed out caged in dread yolk
detest the cut-off despairing and coerce
exhausted fragile gloomy apparition zigzag
harassed ill objectified jaded hurt gross
kept out laughed at so mad the numb molested
passive horror pushed away insane
I’m a queer ghoul rage raped fog rotten fangs
sad to self-destructive a gravestone shy
the suicidal damaged eyeballs
afraid sadistic of a macabre yellow quiet
beast petrify the weak winged yawning
of a cackle jumpsuit owl is unusual warped
in some cadaver night thorny and the unhappy unnatural
hairraising the crypt gruesome along howls imp
unearthly dead darkness dark tomb
darkness spirit tarantula has a wig wicked scary
eerie moonlight pitchfork that of a revolting
mummy
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