Thursday, May 30, 2013


my work goes on forever and has no place (because it's work) the more it's called work the less it requires any effort everything ends up in the recursive zone of no effort a project is something that has no plan a mess is something that is full of structure life is full of death death is full of life (insert poetical metaphor here later) dialectics is full of emptiness it's soothing to be alone to suffer seems to be a pleasure the table "holds" energy the quotation marks kind of "fixate" like a traffic cop, this way a crossroad needs signs conjugations are repeated redundantly throughout a sentence the spam of speech mother is spamming in a way a project is something that has no plan every cell contains the complete code of the whole body hologram where did it go on one side we're redundant one-of-many on the other we're the one the many needs the one to be a many or the possible needs the real to be possible the real is somewhat one, while possible many truth is one similarly which might be a joke the joke is one similarly, the punchline unites the war unites, on both sides the union the division, structure shift and thus, truth is a joke a good story with a punch playboy - an artificially made dwarf, supposedly produced in a flask by an alchemist. a fully formed, miniature human body believed, according to some medical theories of the 16th and 17th centuries, to be contained in the spermatozoon. not know A from B instead of this let's invent a new game somewhat like this and new rules will apply and we start to play by starting to play, let's play, now, are we playing, inside or outside the game, these are the rules, the rules are that we're now playing, how do you know, for making homunculus in holland

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