I'll switch soon, and the process isn't, like even now, isn't always going to be on the inter-NET....considering our era of helmet hair and appearances...and this absurd push for the citizen to be subject, to adhere to a new agency, of no greater good than embodied performance...the play has issue with holding a meeting of the mind with the one who doesn't mindlessly embody, even though there isn't a pre-justification as to why one should embody in the first place....coupled with celebrations of white light all encompassing utopia, of understandings of social groupings there to be the kind nothing tacitly running the universal plays on that of which is to be other, which isn't kind at all....nor this failure to question one's notion as a basis of understanding universally something that exhibits sound thinking...we reason insofar, of a bound, and yet, one is there to carry on among framed deficits, backhands, and spiritual orbs of all-encompassing embrace, and without any doubt, any questions....to eye fuck a white light until you can't see out of matters that open up the forum...like having an existence before acquiring a colonial language, and yet that colonial language guides the way...what if you were a bug that once you exited you went nowhere...that can't at all be a possibility, which isn't to assert, to to say what is or isn't a case, but it would be to assert one can't base a claim off a lack of evidence...so there might be something hopeful among matters of the afterlife, but at the end of the day, it's still TALK-TALK, and gain, there was an existence beforehand, so why such a need in dedicating the insecurity of forcefitting an outcome that remains open to doubt....there can be no doubt whatsoever...all matters presented must somehow serve this very notion of the teleological including calculating infinity....calculating infinity encompasses infinity when it doesn't, much like one's spiritual assertions encompass that mysterious realm when it doesn't...we can't question? We can't doubt? We can't open up? We can't be free in signposting a possibly maybe, along with in the meantime, glitter up in the air dancing the night away? Can't happen anymore? Just gotta role with it, culturally stiff, for the approval of Tong Zi Dan Dick on Expensive Shit plan...angelic mouth piss for all...
So I did the calculation....and I am on to the informatic arts already....site is up but the models haven't been posted just yet....I'll roll out little by little...but for this project i could do the whole two the end never got us to the end...or some other matter to bring closure...but to me that is a major influence in our society closing up rather than opening up...no one can be an open book, just embracing room for doubt...it's this play of what's normal, what's the answer, what's being sized up on the measure....It's this Teleological insecurity play....the mirror by all means can have the day, but in terms of process...the mirror can't be both....so it's living it up upon a Teleological insecurity....if I simply end it with some kind of fanfare it's playing into that psychology....vs just cut the chord randomly...and keep the process going off grid off the inter-NET, while pushing other projects on the inter-NET....don't give these matters closure, and do whatever...if one is ready to stop...then it will...if not....keep doing it and again, cut the chord randomly...in terms of disclosure...let something aside from Telelogical Insecurity have a moment...leave matters open to the imagination, and who knows, maybe give people opportunities to explore their own form without giving a fuck about the Tong Zi Dan surveilist...
And the discussions among this colonial form of the inevitable among the splitting of opposites, of contradictions collapsing....and the way I approach, which wouldn't involve say products of the enlightenment, but rather, embracing the tragi-comic, then engaging a newer institutional form, while minds cultivated by the colonial medium....everyone...attempt to keep up and yet that doesn't involve any engagement with the informatic...much like the standards for being rational, and yet, in terms of the arranging design, of a tacit form that is entirely arbitrary, the method of being rational wouldn't involve this institutional form at all...this writing on the page...so pull the toys out of the basket...play around with it...no need to make an organic shape into something that pretends...it's not a logic, it's a shitshow, and the informatic has the capacity to do something else with it that actually establishes a consistency measure....So sure, the reading can be funny, and not serious at all, in terms of the colonial cultivation, and yet the assertions would involve minds cultivated by colonial medium, still not following the contradictory form of their own, often judgemental, assertions...it's still this scenario of the fish failing to discover their own water yet again...it takes time, though it is odd, in noting the one who knows, doesn't ever seem to consider we can't know what we don't know, and by that I don't mean within merely this colonial cultivation, but among other methods that challenge this very institutional design....even to have people assert matters of creativity, and yet they can't even follow informatic method...so it's simply creative, and I guess I clicked my heels and magically did well in school and passed all the advanced maths with luck....it's pure, slack ass, fuckery, but that's what's envogue for the dick on expensive shit goosestep...so it's smiles, nice talks, and backhanded bullshit.
And I say Teleological because a matter of thinking wouldn't emerge without the informatic model, much like the assertions among the colonial cultivation embraced by the arbitrary arrangement could even establish closure...it's a whirlwind of delusional understanding at best..much like a mind combing through the colonial cultivation...attempting to size matters up like the age of enlightenment has the very capacity to keep up, even after matters of WWII occurred, Lyotard's Differend occurred, etc...and you expect me to write with colonial cultivation with this notion of communicating with such a tacit absurdity, to somehow feed into the delusion one thinks clearly with this shit...no, catch up on matters among the informatic, of actual language...this is mere organic material, metaphysical shit, of a similar form you find in the toilet....even if we sculpted the shit into a cartesian clockwork universe, it would still, among other contexts and vantages be understood for what it is...shit...organic, spastic, material from these odd-bodies...We can flip through any kind of book, well-organized, well-communicated, noted as logical, and yet the arranging design, arbitrary, and incapable of establishing a rationalizing layer, a consistency measure, as one notes the differences between static and dynamic medium...and when you haven't a fucking clue...you understand in relation to this colonial cultivation...still fucked, and yet know more than me, and arrogantly so....surprise, surprise...Unless your master says otherwise, it's safe to go with what's easy...#shitscrazy #letsframethedeficite #Weunderstandwhenwedon't #Wefollowentirelyandallwithoutthebackground....not intent on disrespect...but even that notion of this being merely creative is absurd...much like one carrying on in a way that doesn't even have the rigor to pick up a few books, say from Foucault, Derrida, Baudrillard, Lyotard, Zizek, Heidegger....just a few and consider the mindfucked possibilities, and even the need to challenge the norms in relation to an irrationalizing institutional design I reference as colonial cultivation, of this language relying upon static medium, rather than utilizing the capacities of dynamic medium, of something that does present an obvious challenge to Holy Book land...and that is why still those among a particular avenue are going to irrationally do all they can to treat this as unserious, merely creative, just humorous....and I'm find to set that trap...the informatic matter, the utilization of dynamic medium remains, and at a direct challenge to these books that are noted as being holy and yet, like the earth no longer revolving around the sun...to take note of the arbitrary arrangement of that given, holy, cultivatrion does seem to do the same...where a tradition proclaiming to be universal to all is a far cry from any such assertion....and let's do talk among this colonial cultivation...it will say nothing until and informatic emerges from it...even among conversation at work....the arrangement of the language arbitrary and irrational....not normal....crazy...and yet everyone is normal as they embrace the absurdities of this colonial cultivation...It's like a JAY-Z OKOJ moment....You got the colonial Juice, of which my informatic work challenges, and yet, I'm the one who upon the rules of the colonial game am crazy, when I highlighted how this entire colonial institutional format is tacitly arbitrary....of which the response is to further embrace the very institutional design I critiqued and then presented an alternative...that's not responding...that's one being bat shit crazy while playing it smarter and normal, which is bat shit crazy on top of bat shit crazy, like reggie watts fuck shit stack squared....
Like Grace Jones YT is on his ass....
