As a blogger i was struck by the immense magnitude of my unimportance
yet the culture tells me i am very important, that the realizations of my hopes and dreams in a Hegelian sense is unimportant or have they merely been commoditized and what is so bad about a communization…
to put a price on my dreams
as in do what you love and the money will follow…
only concludes with if lots of people buy (by definition) what your selling
so more accurately advertise
be a sales person and the money will follow
everything will be marked to the middle
and something outside is only thus in this cultures terms…
when i speak to my just off skid row friends
i am always struck by how interesting they find themselves…
another drunk i know constantly comments on how funny he is…
we are all believing in Shakespeare and the audience
i am obsessed with my neuroses,
surely i do not what to let it go…
i want what is safe and secure unlike the real world where we can meet again
in that darker world full of light because the flattening of the sun
has encouraged me to a health without risk…
a death with out honor
deeper respect for life
or a deeper respect/narcissism for me…
the bourgeoisie
in a personal growth and development camp
while the world burns…
the old lady
running the course knows about psychic splits
having suffered one in the first world war
when she was very young and i am also curious
about this feeling of dissolution
my black outs and time disappears
triggered by some chemical imbalance that opens a door
i remember almost nothing about,
more and more often…
you deserve a black out today…
this place is an old school trying to be cool
place run by two men who have since retired.
Ben is gay and Jock is straight or at least
gets sexual satisfaction from women
in that typical narcissistic fashion he writes.
They love each other, live together
and besides the sex get along well.
Oh well
i got to get use to talking with these people as the people i will be going to Egypt with are these types of people…
their whole conversation is underlined within a premise as in we don’t want to solve the problem, we want to talk about it, glamorize it, finacialize it
do-gooders, idea shapers
what is best for the many
is best for the few
capitalism up side down
what is good for me
is good for the many
consumerism straight up
I ain’t no chairman Mao
libertarians are literal thinkers.
war
as one of the mind
and no longer
the soul
lost
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