3.12.25


more quotes to be generouslylubed vigorouslyslammed up ones ass

                                                                           he preferred a womans artfully application  while giving him head



Know thyself


“. . . scientism implies that there is no purpose, planning, or design at any level, including that of the human mind. In a universe where physics fixes all the facts, everything that happens is the result of ‘pushes and pulls of bits of matter and fields of force,’ including the happenings in each brain that produce this thought or that act.”

“Scientism also precludes there being such a thing as the self in any form. Though it seems obvious to me that I have — or am — a self that is the subject of my experiences and the thinker of my thoughts, ‘The self is just another illusion.’”

think

        The self is just another illusion.

he could go on

                  the article festers with quotes that sets his teeth on edge
and he believes in science

then G. K. Chesterton comes to his aid

                                           “There is a thought that stops thought. That is the only thought that ought to be stopped.”

  his had no brakes  

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https://anunexpectedjournal.com/a-defence-of-armchair-philosophy-g-k-chesterton-and-the-pretensions-of-scientism/#:~:text=%E2%80%9C%20%5B14%5D%20All%20the%20processes%20in%20the,and%20this%20yields%20some%20rather%20disquieting%20results.

[14]  Alex Rosenberg, The Atheist’s Guide to Reality: Enjoying Life Without Illusions (New York: W.W. Norton & Company, 2011)

well well well . . . Hegseth

https://www.facebook.com/TheIndependentOnline/videos/a-resurfaced-video-shows-pete-hegseth-saying-that-war-crimes-must-be-punished-an/4185943771650178/

                                                                                                          Hegseth  very unwell

      might call this selfexplanatory

Hegseth  tell me aga . . . hold on hold on . . . you said what they said they ought to be hung for . . . https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Fk9Gh3qwW4I 

2025,  Wednesday,  3  12. 25

never takes him long to find a quote that he shares with anyone who will listen to hasten them to believe in themselves
             Who the fuck knows you better than you

not an statementexclamation statement! many would find quotable

                                                                             Fuckem

“Unquestioningly accept whatever (psychiatry) tell(s) you to do, because they know better than you know yourself.”
            Unshrunk  Laura Delano

hes lived his life for himself

                                selfish?
he didnt think so

    although hes been enable by critical thinking

science has always turned him on

literature

               some insist its fiction

fiction is ruminated  comes to life because of nonfiction
                                                            lived experiences

somebody tells you what to believeinsists they know better than you

                                                                            do him a favour
punchem in the throat

1647,  Wednesday,  3  12.  25

https://www.counterpunch.org/2025/03/28/unshrunk-a-memoir-that-upsets-the-nyt-and-which-freethinkers-will-love/

the wizard hurled an enormous blockNOhe screamed of mud at the girl and her gorilla

they disappeared under it

NOthey were just becoming friends NOhe screamed
                                                    Why  why woud you do tha

the wizard snarked flew off in a spoon chewing a desperatewhite sugar cube

    he watched him disappear into the horizon 

then determined  he turned around
hed find his new friends if he could 

                                          it appeared that climbing itstabbing hand and footholds into its side would be faster to get to the other side he could see the top edge than trying to run around it as he couldnt see its end in either direction

leaping onto it he began climbing feverishly

 

    on top he ranslipped aboutfell on his face too many times to count then nearly went off the far edge as night had fallen and the mud was as black

he felt more than saw its edge dropped onto his backslidingfrantically clawing with his handsjabbing his heelshis feet went off the edge
                                  but he didnt

turning onto his belly he wiggled his legs over found firm clots with hooked fingers thumped its side with the toes of his boots

                    slowly  blindly   he descended

 

    the air grew cooler moister
felt like he was nearing the bottomWould you watch it?  Whowhowho  who.
                                                                              Girl
Watch it, you’ll step on my face.  Whowhowho  who.

                                                                      there they were
only their heads outside the block of mud

he leapt to one side stepped around knelt between their heads

he shoved his hands under his shirt to wipe the mire free from them then carefully brushed the hair out of her face

           gently he touched the top of the gorillas head

I hoped . . . his voice caught
                           overcome with emotion he began to weep

tears fell onto her face

Please, please, stop. Lean back.  I would not now want to drown.

  Im sorry Im sorry

he composed himself

                        I thought you were  gone  I  I     I didnt think Id find youtha you survived

   Yet you came.

                      Hes a lousy wizard. I would have dispatched you.

We’ve been waiting for the mud to congeal in order to escape.

he leaned over herbegan clawing the mud away from her throatNo.Stop. Whowho who.
                                                                                               gorilla concurring
Not now, not now.   Soon.


    I am glad you came you braved this terrible travesty.
                                                             Not now.  Soon.
You should rest. You look exhausted.

he smiled weakly

                   Perhaps.

he turned laid on his back his head between theirs

                                                        looking to her the gorilla to her 
Im so happy you survived
                              beginning to cry again he fell asleep midsob

 

 

Wake up, wake up.
                   her voice like sweet wind coming through sunwarmed grass and wildflowers
Wake up.

Yes yes  Im awake

                       I am awake

the sky was beginning to lighten

We believe it’s congealed enough.

there was a melt and runlets oozingseeping on them past them

Gorilla.

Whowho.

Would you agree?

Who.

she looked him in the face  Move away now. 

rolling onto his belly he pushed backslipping easily on the slop

the gorilla slowly turned his head righttouched his small ear to the runny milt craned his neck then slowly deliberately turned his head left  touching his ear
                                                                  he could swear the gorilla smiled at the her
 
then grimacingbaring his fangs wormed his arms free took a deep breathbellowedpushed  lifted the enormous block of mud
she slithered out
                  Help me.
she lungedgrabbed the beast by his armpit

standing he scrambled to the gorillas other side
                                                   Take him.
he grabbed him by the armpit

looking into the gorillas face

                               Now my sweet, on three, push as hard as you can and we will pull you free.  One.   Two.   Threeeeeethey yanked on himout he popped
they pinwheeledfree on the wetted earths sloppy milt


the block of mud quivered he feared it would collapse

                                                                Slowly. Make it to our feet. Back away. Quietly.

steppingstepping stepping away silently wings unsheathedunfurled from her back

                                                                                       she grabbed his arm
he hers the gorilla grabbed her grabbed him  with a slight groan she lifted them into the air and as they rose the congealed base of mud falteredfailedsluffed under them

the deepred rising sun threw their shadow against its angledslithering melting face

   Now. she said

                    To find that pig.        

0559,  Tuesday,  2  12. 25
909preferred,  Tuesday,  2  12. 25
Youve heard of Malraux

No.
     And why didn’t you ask, have you heard of Malraux? rather than making a pointed statement.

André Malraux
No. irritation growing
                           Why woud you know him? French?
Yes

Why?

I read his Anti-Memoirs The Voices of Silence
Why?
      I went through a phase of reading European writers   French  Surrealism  German  Mann  Kafka youve read Kafk . .
. . Again.
           You can’t bring yourself to ask?
No  I was a kid
                    You read only comicbooks growinup car magazines whanot  wha the hell
You read only literatur . .
. . Inside the house  Outside  kept them in our dilapidated garage  scifi noir Playboy pictures were sweet hadhave a deep an abiding appreciation for the naked female form
Baldwin  Because he was black he wasnt allowed in the house

                                                                     Howbout I shine a bright light an why you might consider Malraux

A quote
         “How can one make the best of one's life? By converting as wide a range of experience – curiosities my word – as possible into conscious thought.

Youll love this  Have you been making the best of your life

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