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Default Deleuze and Guattari   #24   Funkduder Funkduder is offline
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Introduction:
Cynicism: Cynical insanity and hopeless hope
Words fall like raindrops, heretic Pope.
Unchanged, the forge is still hot, and with the growing grass you create, the heat begets fuel for the fire.

Thesis:
That nothing is quite the same anymore.
Lewis Carol was not wrong in the gore;
That is Alice and Wonderland
Gimble, Gabes, momgrathes outgrabe o'erlay brrayakayan!

I am not the same, but I am not I, either way.
I am you without your Variable Dee.
Look, Charm, size, height, weight, width, length, etcetera, etcetera, etcetera
d1(X) = d2(X)
and that is the equation of us, random concept of you
for this is the new philosophy, my meta
and delay the impaling doom that is unfortunate and intending to the same

Suicide: The action of taking one's life in accordance to irrationality or the unfathomable rationality of trying to understand the unknown madness
No longer different from life or death, it is in a state of indifference in living or dying.

Question: "Why is snow white?"

I know not why snow is white, Cee two...but it is beautiful...(I felt a snowflake on my cheek at this moment)...
(slow breathing)
(the soul sinks into your back and out of it)
(pains begin to reemerge from the past, both mental and physical)

It's a numbing cold...
I feel like I could detach myself, again, and slay the Jabberwock with numbed arms and limps, and with blood dripping while I

LAUGH IN THE TORMENT OF THEIR PATHETIC ANGUISH AND SEE THEIR POOLS OF BLOOD FLOOD THE EARTH AND CLEAN IT

of what?

(What?)

There's no point...

there never was a point...

....

Perhaps good and evil are not so different after all.
The calming music in the limelight...a sign of renewal.
The cycle begins because in the end the suffering makes the pleasure feel better...except when the pleasure makes the pain feel like less.

I do not mean violence, my friends...

Nor do I mean anything at all, my employers and mothers and fathers and lovers... For how can I? It isn't real, this place.... for the dream is not reality but refugee from it's claws...come, Saigon. Rest your head...

FINIS
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