Sep 20, 2012

There is but one argument for your position: I could die at any time, in any manner. "But that does not mean one should seek death out!". Ah, but precisely it does. Because death is our utmost, ownmost possibility, and exactly because it is possible at any time in our lives we ought each and every day to seek death out and to try and comprehend its meaning.

But what does it mean, 'to seek death out'? It means to recognize the unique possibility of one's own death in every moment. It means not only to take risks but to embrace that all life is at constant risk of becoming unlife. As a possibility, YOUR death is in a unique position of concreteness, or rather, concrete-ability. For death is a certainty, THE certainty for all living things. Seen this way, it is obvious that death both defines life and 'a life'.

Being towards death allows one to fully live - to understand and appreciate the meaning of the life one is in. Awareness of death is the only route to awareness of life: so fully does death structure a living human's existence.

Sep 12, 2012

Ich bin so unwürdige deprimiert

KEINE AUTORITÄT, KEINE MACHT VON AUSSEN!

KEINE SCHÖNHEIT OHNE GEFAHR!

Sep 7, 2012

People make much more satisfying mirrors than glass.

Sep 5, 2012

You gave me a chicken finger
I gave you a winner's dinner
drinking a California champagne
By Paul Masson
I slipped Orson Welles
Into a lovesong

The Book of Meaning

Two humans fucking is a window into meaning-making like no other. The very word "fucking" shows how far meaning has carried the simple act of animal copulation into the realm of the distinctly human, the 'world'. To fuck is to transcend the merely reproductive urge, and even to go beyond the meritorious enjoyment of animal-pleasure…to fuck is to possess another's body as intimately as their own. Whether to penetrate or to take within, the connotation is the same.

Linguistically, philosophy exists on the edge of meaning; in its inquisitiveness it must go beyond what has been said before.

Aug 10, 2012

22 Pferde liegen auf die Erde
Kalte, tote Erde
22 tote Pferde

Jun 3, 2012

There's no such thing as a good man.
Nor an evil one.
There's just people.
People with horses, people with guns.
People with 8 little fingers and 2 little thumbs.

New Year Order

Marchuary/OverFeb - Work Period - Green Moon

April - Month of Showers - Yellow Moon

Muune - Smorgasboarding and Tea Parties and Cocktails - Purple Moon

May 18, 2012

I have always been in love with myself. Since long before I learned what I looked like, I have been enamored with THIS very perspective, with THESE two ocular pinholes...

May 1, 2012

There is desperation in hope, there is empathy in malice.

My Pen Is Breath

My pen is breath become a wind
My heart is a goat's nest
Softly toasted I slipped it in
She moaned a little then started to grin

Skin color underwear…and
Tangly little hairs down there
This doesn't need to be sexual
My pen is breath makes me no friends

A sad sad sex ache
You thought a fuck would cure an itch
But my smell is unique, I reek
My pen is breath became a wind

Apr 16, 2012

The need for sustenance
Slow feeding
Gallon drum belly rumble
Rhumba rhumba rhumba

Mar 1, 2012

I particularly enjoy patterns of any kind, but am constantly embarrassed by the knowledge that all pattern is illusion.

Feb 9, 2012

I have dozens of tissue-issues
You bought me roses by the pound
I don't deserve to remember what was important
Cloudland rises over shackled sea

Feb 3, 2012

My biggest problem has been thinking I needed to be someone before I could be the person I am. Perhaps this has to do with wanting acceptance or affirmation. In either case it is a blatant absurdity, as putting it in writing shows. I feel I'm not alone in this problem, and I wonder how many of our greater-scale, communal problems are caused by such psychology.

Jan 1, 2012

Dragged out of your shed
By the hair
Choking on somebody else's rusty dust
I have no desire

Dec 20, 2011

Every night I dream of you
With a different state of mind and point of view