10-07-2024, 12:26 AM
There is nothing to understand.
I write whatever, I write poems, and I write just whatever.
That's why people will be people all into talking to me, then I'll say things that confuse and scare them, and they stop associating with me.
It's said that some people shouldn't do drugs, they may have latent psychotic tendencies, and they may come out.
And this is true.
When we dream, we experience all these Figures alive in me.
Some excessive booze or other things, and the backpain forms a persona, the rash in the shin area, the memory of pushing C. W. in a wagon down a hill when I was 13.
Psychology is meant to make you as much a full Self in order to function in Society as society is.
Dionysian revels break the you up into the many.
And even those many are based on the idea of Selfhoods. While the backache and the rash and the memories blend. And all these things are packed together and understood, based on the language we use. The Poetry that is Reality.
So I can use the word So, and say: So, there is nothing to understand.
The I that I am is obsessed with Form and Patterns. And the I that I am experiences breaking Patterns as a Form called breaking Patterns.
I do something Great, then I do something not-Great, and these Patterns of Great and not-Great are the fluctuations that allow the many-mes a Party 24/7.
I write whatever, I write poems, and I write just whatever.
That's why people will be people all into talking to me, then I'll say things that confuse and scare them, and they stop associating with me.
It's said that some people shouldn't do drugs, they may have latent psychotic tendencies, and they may come out.
And this is true.
When we dream, we experience all these Figures alive in me.
Some excessive booze or other things, and the backpain forms a persona, the rash in the shin area, the memory of pushing C. W. in a wagon down a hill when I was 13.
Psychology is meant to make you as much a full Self in order to function in Society as society is.
Dionysian revels break the you up into the many.
And even those many are based on the idea of Selfhoods. While the backache and the rash and the memories blend. And all these things are packed together and understood, based on the language we use. The Poetry that is Reality.
So I can use the word So, and say: So, there is nothing to understand.
The I that I am is obsessed with Form and Patterns. And the I that I am experiences breaking Patterns as a Form called breaking Patterns.
I do something Great, then I do something not-Great, and these Patterns of Great and not-Great are the fluctuations that allow the many-mes a Party 24/7.