Thursday, September 12, 2013

the smoking man, nation of islam &c

i’d have a cigarette, if i’d let myself. not a good sign, for someone who’s quit. i have nothing to say in my defense. no, i’ll write that signs and images tend to repeat themselves, as though they were in possession of a functional consciousness; functional in the sense of boss telling ya what to do, i wouldn’t expect the idea to normatively occur, as some wordimages tend to do, like tiramisu (even if you think of a little girl crying, bagay jamaican)... and i’ve just dished out some racist imagry, a clean filigree on my white rent, selection: paid. the joke has been made before, maybe only by members of the kkk and nazis but i’m sure there are other horrible groups around the world, i just didn’t learn about them yet. yet i bet this is what dad cursed about when he was “doing the taxes”. man, while he was dointackses i was fuckin shooting people in the face. sniping avatars like a ron jeremy cumshot, it almost lays itself out. i think about dark-skinned people punching each-other in the face - i don’t need to mention the motivation - and i remember this racial symbolic that lives inside of me, since i was young, since they started to put it there… sounds like some x-files shit, but plausible deniability is also deniable plausibility, and by the way mulder’s first word as a babe was “jfk”

abstemious is a terrible word for me to try to be like. i figure sein und zeit right? i’ve felt it before, which is redundant, and i’ll feel it again. what is obvious is like what is a police officer, a copshit…it’s what i’ve taken, a copshit. looking oddly familiar, perhaps disrobed. i poked a finger in there and left a dent, asked my own shit why it wanted to be a cop and tried to gather my sense of respect for my own shit when it pretended to have an opinion. i imagined trying to become a cop and start a cop union whose motivating aim as a political organization would be to abolish themselves./ourselves,house elves
“we believe that the offer of integration is hypocritical and is made by those who are trying to deceive the black peoples into believing that their 400-year-old open enemies of freedom, justice and equality are, all of a sudden, their ‘friends’. furthermore, we believe that such deception is intended to prevent black people from realizing that the time in history has arrived for the separation from the whites of this nation. if the white people are truthful about their professed friendship toward the so-called negro, they can prove it by dividing up america with their slaves. we do not believe that america will ever be able to furnish enough jobs for her own millions of unemployed in addition to jobs for the 20,000,000 black people as well.”

mirroring: past is prologue. shakespeare, el padre of the dialectic...or is it la madre?

let’s face the facts: are we or are we not all made out of the same stuff? the firmament of fundament. when i think of humans in outer space, i think: alien. we are just looking for ourselves out there on unmined rock. a little bit of it is the tactile curiosity of the wide-eyed child in fao schwartz. the only reason i can say this is because human are effectively themselves only in our self-referential capabilities; i.e. all our endeavors cannot be unless they are endeavors of ourselves… in abstract, something cannot be unless it is the way it is. this tautology demands a rigorous reevaluation of the concept of “truth”. it is a tautology with a spiked club, big teeth, smoker’s cough, dragunov. some kids call him a bully.
whatever the case we are sensible from time to time beyond our years, relearning the fading information acquired by previous generations in vast quantities at an incredible rate. barely do we scrape together our influential intent enough to navigate our course in a troubled millenium. politics is drunk bowling.