This was worked on, from D.C.’s escorts: “You can change yourself into infinity, but still get the changes to the location from where you left...” That feels clear in a symbolic realm. It’s a higher amendment.
Again, I’m doing an accordion fold, a plu-construction of the escort’s sensibility (as if I know what any 1 syllable of that means). Reverse stabbings thru-out, they concern writing and writing-2 who meet up in a fixed-action pattern within rational yet imprecise kairos, recycling once or twice.
There are episode interiors silhouetted in un-analytical projections of glass that screen the ‘official’ episode. However I believe we’re past the middle and nearing the end of 1; the outlines say there’s a Majesty Double interior where writing adjusts to incidents of long division, complex facticity that writing-2 tears open and begins to pick at to pay writing off in disappointment, near failure — both writing and writing-2 climbing uphill and sliding back down just before turning 17, biting down, gritting their teeth, growing up.
There’s improvisatory depth to one surface and to their despairing perceptions of what won’t be retained, nothing prime to curate or disbelieve. Writing is a little wiped. So is writing-2. The drawing of the accordion is frowning, ready to be seen. 2 is blabbing. Writing is a little fucked up too. “Just starting one.” “Cool.” The thing is not to get fucked up too often.
Fearing contact after the silence I thrust a penknife, buried it hilt-deep in your ribs. The perverted best part was how I occupied your emotional life, the highest in Japan. The guardian part made this a better world with a splash of blood on my shirt. It’s for you, Jack.
No shortcuts. Nope, there’s sizzle of homeless autosuggestion in manifold sex, climbing in the mist. I’m pointing to what’s right in design, placing my bets, because there’s neighboring moisture on branches. Why does life outdoors get attended to like a pageant? Why are birds wearing outfits?
Before, I thought about fragrance that’s breath laughing letting you in. We’ll try more without a comma between the whereness on the tongue, perfunctory receding of the plane. Inside voices will take two bites then taking no steps at all, testifying for tangled freaks and standard-bearers.
I despise my inabilities to be with you, my own undoing, John. Tomorrow will mete out facts to impel more comfortable indeterminacy — for now anxious telepaths, minus me, rush nimbus-wet in devotion to their next decimal of the property. This might be why we’ll read over the presentation, juggle a few heads
Does the history of philosophy matter?
Malcolm Thorndike Nicholson in Prospect: If you study philosophy at a British or American university, your education in the history of the subject will likel...