Dichotomy Sandwhiches. So if it's not pistol whipping with crosses, then drop the conversations in relation to other dichotomies. Of which, the entire matter is one and the same, that is the way the dichotomy is being used, Marxism-Capitalism, Controversies galore...And it's easy to gun, no need for one to share in any kind of belief, of the matter, just solicit the conversation and drop the subject, arbitrarily of course, in that innocent way, and then return to the network and spin the intelligence. Put her on the grid and erase her. And sure, we could talk matters, like oh, the one who might even be of that form, say they are paranoid, or one is in-need of mental health and the like, and yet, among the words, words, words, there are these matters of tracing the arrangements of a network, informatics, and you know, the sheer joy of considering, pondering, critically engaging among these possibilities, not of this inherent notion of disturbance. One of this design, creative, artisitc, the lover, not so into the empire of dirt that a hustler just can't have. After all, with so many carrots, with so many pursuits, clearly my kind, my value system, can't really have the life I want, a peaceful one, and yet, I do; and I am a Honey Badger, so I do like the process of grid hit masters, gunning, and yet, I hit back. So we have these interests it seems, and those interests I suppose could be forthright and innocent, and yet, when we consider how opportunities arise among a certain group, no, that wouldn't be mere innocence. Much like dropping a nickname, and fudging the ending to sound like one thing then asserting it was another. It could simply be all in my head, and naturally, I'm just not well. You know, we play the grid master hit game, and then as we apply the irrationalizing play, we naturally switch up and assert it was all in one's head, wah, wah, wah.
Do whatever you like loves. Say whatever you like. It's all good. Your violent play is my honey badger palace....now back to Marxism-Capitalism...It's a dichotomy, and that dichotomy can be the needed matter to sandwich bleeding hearts into their needed hell...This happy Fucker needs to struggle...smack the lips, drop the association, he doesn't care about these matters, but he will after the good "networked" word (in the mirror, mind you) holds to this flower child...gun for this hippie asshole...eeeeek!! It's all fun and games, playing it up killing joke, and yet for our youth, much like people among the institutional halls who were teaching me in formal settings, this is not a game. You're signing up to do this to others, you are indeed going to get your opportunity, and this isn't a game loves, but by all means, play it up. I never did, and when these institutionalist made clear this isn't a nice world, open arms are never what they seem, and life can quickly turn into a living hell if you, you know, take the bate "knowing what you want," I did listen. I mean the table is set just for you. Take whatever you like. I've passed on all of these matters, and yet, one is ready to you know, seize the day it seems. By all means, gun for Honey Badger Le Pew...it's totally going to work out the way you expect.
So, we are to converse in relation to Marxism, it seems...It was a subject discussed when I was in collegiate debate, flying all over the country, though I wouldn't say it has been much of a focus, unless other dichotomies aren't working, like Trans dichotomies, Religious Dichotomies, or any other Dichotomy among a buffet of Die-Chotomies. Meaning, these matters do hold a use, in relation to the actions of power. I'm not so into the power play obviously, and yet, yes, my bohemian life, contrasting with those who are the great carrot masters, Deus Ex Machina, the grid play, absent of any intelligible response to informatics, will go on and on, around and around, like a record player, banging one's head against a wall, until, eventually, people figure out, looks like the old game in town is entirely full of shit. This may or may not be the case, and no, when I am out and about I do assume the best of people. However, yes, critically engaging among these possibilities is a healthy exercise that is fun. That need to engage me, an old man, in these topics...maybe it really was innocent conversation, though I mean...Pentagram on the car...mirth in the eye...the network has set your table and you do deserve a lot of things on it don't you. When you have it all figured out and so fast, to be young and knowing in that way.
And to consider my accident in high school, of being near the top of the class, and then with someone else, and we already knew...the institutional form of assessment...it's a trap, so if we were actually smart would we really want to rise to the top? It's a thing, but when it's your time to shine, the shoulder is tapped, you are on the in...lol...and someone incessantly, like referencing me as sir, sir, sir...just knows I must have the highest IQ, all the while, I mean, we do have record stacks don't we. Surely your entire system is on-point...rest of the world doesn't seem to think so, but you know, you have the grand formula of I don't know, decades past...congrats. Again, do whatever you like. I'm painting at this point. I made a contribution, in relation to a group that is actually up to date on matters. Not you, but let's do pretend love.
I guess I got lucky when I graduated from University of Edinburgh near the top of my class (Pauper needs to know their place), but I mean when a network has a plan for my trafficking, let's by all means score it, honey badger likes addressing you know, how innocent people, who want to do good by people, manage to test right onto your hit list (hold me up, hold me down, SS Icarus) ...surely all forms of assessment can be taken at face value, right? All will be good little test takers for your killing machine...I mean, you are totally running the show. No consequences for the behavior, and who is really going to know what lies behind the benevolent facade. Earth Angels in the mirror...smiling for the camera...
Hmmm....
I think I'll have coffee...Just need to make sure the coffee pot is clean...very different from the one at work...just the way, matters are set up....and the insurance....a win-win. So many smiling faces. Just considerations...nothing upsetting really...I mean everyone in the world is good and big dog money hustler is an angel...shit just fell from the sky right...like this ruby slipper play...it's totally you doing this, isn't it? Autonomy Controller & The Holy Mountain....All matters known, except informatic methods...What happened? Where's that IQ? Fuck it, break out the Die-Chotomies, any which way will do...Paper, Scissors, ROCK! Dead Scene Irony looking alive.
