an invocation:
In the beginning was the Word, and the word was with God, and the Word was God, and...since we tru$t in God...in the Word we too shall trust the absolute symbol-signifier.
Well now comes an expression of depression. A cathartic Virtua-fart exhaling the good and the nasty. o que pedo? I want to write in blood and guts through digitized text inspired by holy texts. This is LA crypto-cult. This is my mind slowing down low low and feeling high high: Starstruck. and dazed and confused and blah blah blah.
I read a passage today that sparked millions of thoughts buzzing in my brain and, if expressed, would've sounded insane,
as though possessed and driven mad
by an idea.
Burnout Brainfry.
Think about it; I'd be in the psychiatric ward (or maybe I already am?), or if I play my cards right, I'll be placed upon a pedestal, peddling that "oceanic" stuff Freud talks about, or whatever else it is that helps people get through nowadays.
by an idea.
Burnout Brainfry.
Think about it; I'd be in the psychiatric ward (or maybe I already am?), or if I play my cards right, I'll be placed upon a pedestal, peddling that "oceanic" stuff Freud talks about, or whatever else it is that helps people get through nowadays.
Here's the ink transmuted into 1's and 0's:
"Beauty! I can't bear the thought that man of lofty mind and heart begins with the ideal of Madonna and ends with the ideal of Sodom...what to the mind is shameful is beauty and nothing else to the heart. Is there beauty in Sodom? Believe me, that for the immense mass of mankind, beauty is found in Sodom. Did you know that secret? the awful thing is that beauty is mysterious as well as terrible. God and the devil are fighting there and the battlefield is the heart of man."
-Dmitri Karamazov
can you dig it? boys with tits; equality does not seems like it.
I was on my way to the market holding Dostoevsky's epic. The AC at Ralph's brought a moment of relief. I walked over to the magazines behind a harlot. She seemed familiar, then it dawned on me. This harlot navigates through various channels signaling desire and curling her index in my direction. She sirens from magazine racks, showing the condition of a seemingly perfect physique, perhaps a heavenly body?
I recognized her from the gym.
She works out with a behemoth; She enjoys it. She loves it. She desires it. She likes it. it's full-filling.
Anyway, back to my original point, which is no point.
References/Allusion:
The Bible
Brother's Karamazov
can you dig it? boys with tits; equality does not seems like it.
I was on my way to the market holding Dostoevsky's epic. The AC at Ralph's brought a moment of relief. I walked over to the magazines behind a harlot. She seemed familiar, then it dawned on me. This harlot navigates through various channels signaling desire and curling her index in my direction. She sirens from magazine racks, showing the condition of a seemingly perfect physique, perhaps a heavenly body?
I recognized her from the gym.
She works out with a behemoth; She enjoys it. She loves it. She desires it. She likes it. it's full-filling.
Anyway, back to my original point, which is no point.
References/Allusion:
The Bible
Brother's Karamazov
The Smashing Pumpkins
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