unspeakable flow before you or I label it. Quantum stuff - inherent creativity of looking and being here. So much other stuff is all to do with reproduction - you me / better worse / past future /cocks cunts / I am enlightened I am not / words words words. And that's the trouble. the words themselves owe their origins to the binary, and mostly serve it too. But (and this is the BIG THING) they can also be a route out. They are of the class of magical things we find lying on the platform that can take you and me out of the reckoning. Just consider - "A finite set of rules producing an infinite set of sentences." That's GOT to be pretty special...
But having GOT OUT, what do you do? Watch endless repeats of the Bourne Identity - admittedly the best of the series in my humble, and (given the chance), arrogant and overweening opinion - but, I think not. Don't know why I said or wrote that.
And that's the trouble, again. Is there some deep psychological link with Bourne that if I worked hard enough, I could decipher? I this the only thing that stopping me now? Never was much cop at concentration. Maybe a med or two? Ritalin? No - life's too short I tell myself. Move on, we have no confidence in momentary mandates, however semiotically aroused we might be. And why doesn't the bloody spell checker recognise 'semiotically'? It's in the Online Dictionary, for Christ's Sake? Doesn't do Online either, apparently.
Oh well, nearing the end of page two on this thundery evening. Is it cheating to declare a paragraph? I do love being alive.
..and talking of unspeakable flows, I've had a lot of trouble with the drains recently...
And the minute forms - each form each tremble of the towers of exuberant leaves is saying something to me and me to them. And this is is how it should be and how it is.
But having GOT OUT, what do you do? Watch endless repeats of the Bourne Identity - admittedly the best of the series in my humble, and (given the chance), arrogant and overweening opinion - but, I think not. Don't know why I said or wrote that.
And that's the trouble, again. Is there some deep psychological link with Bourne that if I worked hard enough, I could decipher? I this the only thing that stopping me now? Never was much cop at concentration. Maybe a med or two? Ritalin? No - life's too short I tell myself. Move on, we have no confidence in momentary mandates, however semiotically aroused we might be. And why doesn't the bloody spell checker recognise 'semiotically'? It's in the Online Dictionary, for Christ's Sake? Doesn't do Online either, apparently.
Oh well, nearing the end of page two on this thundery evening. Is it cheating to declare a paragraph? I do love being alive.
..and talking of unspeakable flows, I've had a lot of trouble with the drains recently...
And the minute forms - each form each tremble of the towers of exuberant leaves is saying something to me and me to them. And this is is how it should be and how it is.
