Wednesday, June 3, 2015

Now THIS is a total idiot…

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Trinity-meat Puppets.




I have seen these sugary Trinity-Crème-“brûlée” eyes glazed over in serious hashish abusers (e.g., the Girl with the far away eyes), abusées (Miss Shell-shocked-syndromatics), and also in the red-glowing faces of zombie cultists at Christian “Rock” (sic) Concerts.  What does it mean?  A total lack of consciousness?  Zombie-ism writ impossibly infinitely large?  I don’t get it.  An absent minded professor I have long experience with, but these “I know something that you don’t know and it’s giving my face a rosy glow” types really creep me out!    Be here now, or be far away/long ago Romantic, but don’t go totally Zombie.


Please!



Up-and-down,  Side-to-side, and Forward-and-backward,  just don’t let Albert Einstein slip in his wily time-mechanic theories whilst you’re not looking.


 Consider:  the Source...



                          Suzanne "Venker the Wanker" (Mind-less-and-less-and-less-ness):
         The ad hominem "fallacy" will tell you everything you need to know every single time.





God?



 



God what an idiot!    (but not really, she's amazingly amusing.)(a-maze-ingly.)





                                                    Are we not Women?  We are Devo...
                                                                        ...ted to Cyrillics.








                                                  
                                                               I don't like this.




She's not my (arche)type.

















Tuesday, June 2, 2015

Now this is what I call an Anomaly: as if Trane were the Man-eater in the Vicious Dream: now this is what eYe call an Anomaly





Chastening the Trane?






Now this is what I call an Anomaly:  as if Trane were the Man-eater in the Vicious Dream:
to chasten,  French for "castigate," or is it actually, virtually speaking not.... to castrate?



                                                Chastening the Trane?
                                                It's really about coming?





No!   NO!





I think it must really  about Coming vs. Becoming, Parmenides vs. Heraclitus.


eYe  think it must  about Coming vs. Beckoning:   Parmenides vs. Heraclitus.



eYe don't really know.

Thursday, May 28, 2015

He that E8's on... his Master. Arc-en-ciel, Gabriel? Meat, me, with another? So?





Arc-en-ciel, Gabriel?  Meat?  Me,  with another? 





Πρῶτος μεταξὺ ἴσων.  2 is the FIRST...







Arc-en-ciel,  Gabriel?  Meat,  Me,  with someone else? 




 

                                   Bin ich Merliner. oder Ungeziefer?





Columbus believed that  it was so... 




                                                   Diamanten Stoff?
 



 Not even close...



                                                    But, as a con-solation:







 







Two, twenty-two, and sixty, it’s like Martín Gardner y January Man, only no es ni siquiera cerca.





Even, but not even!