‘‘What you know isn’t what you think. What you think isn’t what you know.’’ A second notional-strain reminder. ‘What is being said here’? ‘Distinctive’ intuitive feelings of ‘mind’s’ acquaintances receptive

‘‘Forget what ‘you’ think, what ‘you’ ‘know’ about ‘past histories’ of conflict or reasons for ‘world’ or ‘local’ joustings, intergenerational ‘strifes’, cross-cultural ‘battles’, ideological ‘warfares’,

‘I’ think it’s ‘important’ to asserverate my supposed neutrality: that is, that thoughts towards another or ‘self’ when inevitably tinged: with regret, anger, anxiety, melodrama and fleeting ecstasy being

Inaugur renée silhou, yearning essentia primus manteau mimeo inveigled - Eclipse harkens effulgent naiveté sequined verdant candor’s plenum autarchic Euphuistical locution vitiate, libretto fiendish, aria

0.7mm 'Liquid Gel Ink' on paper, 'experimental' testing before depicting [motif association's with Alf Bayrle, Henri Michaux, Tachisme/Lyrical Abstraction -European School only-, viewed 'subject' created

Robert Kiyosaki’s ‘Rich Dad, Poor Dad’ depicts 20th century+ brazen ‘self’ selling cohesively in its fashioning/devouring of a dissected idolatry, a typical charlatan populism for impressionables; repulsively

Preface The resultant considerations contour an abridged overview to how the prevailing power-structure come-orthodoxy of our times produces, maintains, declares and believes its great-myth - [the]

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Preface – The discussions of this ‘series’: to conjure to acknowledgement & counter socio-economic etcetera thought control mechanisms, include ‘my’ interpretations applied towards each of the texts,

Peter Sloterdijk's 'Rules For the Human Zoo' proposes pointed insight's into the history of humanism as a method to tame barbarous instincts of man, ‘its’ failures, and a possible counter-solution.The

All 'human' creations of art and 'self' expression, all gestures, thoughts, actions, motions of locomotion, now commodified; are the hopeless attempts of articulation through fantasies which are the

(soyouseeihavenospacesbetweenmysownfingers graspinghopelessly- illuminousfracturedpendants    chimetauntedelixir—myeyesepileptic                help-help-nobodycanhearyou )

I am lost. I feel all aspects of my being are being stripped away from me: my precepts and assumptions when formulating a concept, my greetings to another being [whom seems carnivorously alien, now] become

III.I (Grievous Meditation) Advancing amidst apotheosized lupine morals, man’s onerous pith - tumuli shadowing cachinnated hedonism, slaughter bathed rosette : Anima dominates voltaic, space mined merciless

II Morose harkens a lorn voyage—Churning farrago thoughts, reality an abstemious primrose path: Playing priffe against myself, holding misery in spades. Soused by fluttering breaths, failing to take flight,

I.I Living. Life in spite of the absurd, how will I, amongst human monsters? Before - Ebullience wizens, seasons antérieur blooms fleeting — anthesis. Winds tear petiole’s scalp nariakira, anemometer fissures

Prosopagnosia i reify a contradiction writing poetry haeskella, ante ex nihilo to meliorate wistful hiero, coeval haji frationary: hearts idealism, blanched aciculum polychaete, & realism’s butterfly

with perspective asphyxic, bound perpetua, man beholds fields elysium, nature de xanadu: occult hazial vignette looms - mentalé evulses rosiness hylic, chthonian reaper apollyon bleaches spicated eyes,

i behold transmuted contours a departed kindred spirit, reborn entwined mephitic, cloaking avernus feeling reminiscent douleurs of fleeting euphoria, once suffused decussate hearts inamorata when we could

Life is suffering, Nietzsche affirmed in time’s past. The human condition would declare this self evident, at least for me. * explain yourself So I haven’t written for a moments’ aeon, must I justify?