Friday, 6 September 2013

Oh! Lonesome Dew

Where's ancient times? One-too. Once. Did these those feet. A feat. The foot stood. Under stand. Whence recently green. Mountainous molehills. Lamb chopped. But pasteurised glands. Will not countenance countermand. Dine. On clouding pills. Grist shines on open tills. Pass the pepper-mills. Tied bows to outrageous arrows. Fool's gold. Standard. Unfortunately. Pyromaniacs' desires. Heart's limousine fires. Mental seizures. Scissor hand closed. Saturn's bland. Green. Leprous. Lands. In blood-strawberry doughnut jam.

Friday, 11 January 2013

Communication is in danger of breaking down at any moment Kripke

The fact I'm talking to you – and before we slide down the hasty-up, and I hope you and I and we part and meet on the recognition that you are not merely my-I-self adoption, then please continue at our own paces – suggests the tube I'm looking to you at doesn't end in our upside down mirror. I don't know that to be true; may be to you, we don't I-therefore think. I know it's a possibility: solipsism, and I guess it depends on your point of view, is worse when we are our all-own in that alone. Unknowable.

Less is the pity.

Or more?

Knowable measure.

Break/down. Break/through.

The slash is commonly not nominated.

The direction is always sometimes never absolutely relative.

An uncertain Heisenberg knows the direction of her thoughts and also but not his position. Or is there an other way a round circling it?

If you think about this thought is it the same on reflection or can it be both the same and different or different and the same again when they meet at their divergence?

Is there only one surface and no depth to the width at its lowest height intersecting breath.

Aware is not just air.

Obviously there's an aware which is beyond unto itself consistently thin.

Hard to take in.

No atmosphere.

Jazz unlearned is a discipline?

Plug the spark too late before the dark

I've started some way we will.

As(s) -.

- End.