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and truth
are abstracta
smartly made concrete
via
some sort
of voluntary coercion
within custom and culture
or
through human acrobatics
using words
that shape belief
within the art of lies
thus turning language as such
into domains of controllers and enforcers
remove
all prostitutions of language
all users of verbosity
all productions of fictions and lies
all beliefs
all dupery
all impotences of clapping hands
that pay for clappery
all cries for more war
all results from language's failure
all sacrifices the lust of beliefs
lusting for more ever more belief
doctrine's verbosities
rhyming with morals' ever more morals
halloweening
all done
under cover
as if
words live
turn into "miracles"
from fat promise
to peace of words
convoluted ethics
that screws behaviour
via intent, convoluted will
all words elevated
into higher value words
all brought to you
via
ever more words
have confirmed:
verbosity
of fantasies
of coerced fictions
rule over ears, eyes and mouth
behaviour
incorporates potential fantasies
air bubbles, idiotic words
inflated fantasies
competing with lies
generate fantastics
not humans
nor "real life"
thus Micky Mouse became human
and accumulated fortunes
on the wings
of institutionalized fantasies
every collective cult a move,
a subversive training exercise
a coup d'etat
of a ruling institution
series of closural acts
from within unreason
a free "Good Night" entry
into further training
consumers,
humans
non-existent
only a conceptual scene
encountered
counts
"subjects"
performing illusions
verbosity of words ?
whips of concepts
visibly performed?
salt
then
sugar
you'll discover
there are finer differences
to be discovered
finer food tastes
to be had
you'll become Master
of your own food tastes
finally separated
from Master-Slave trade history
Slaves needed
to carry sacks of salt
sacks of sugar
a world trade-
a global slavery
that trained you
slave-like
into
the joy
the need
of bad taste subservience
that your money can buy
to support your Masters!
we love body we love beauty
the orgasms in your voice
your distance from false language
the purity of your feelings
we live we re-live feelings
we hear your voice
we never needed words
culture's traps
your voice climbed as if on words
yet we all rose together
on nature's precious feelings
so language stands accused of serial discriminations
as if a believer's tool against experience
language's naked falseness
thrives on cover-ups
language rules
as the root of all limitations
thus a vigorous life dies again and again
within language's tomb
all feelings denied
made deader via language
uni-versals and their re-versals
durations within which failures thrive
drifts into lies - languages' flowers imaginary new bloom
stag-nations and de-clines
shifts of homo-socialities deeper into stupidities
wars as solution foreclosing words
spiritual linearity preaching reaction, repetition
etc etc etc
nice green apple tree leaves
with a snow layer...
snow on the ground
another nine/ten months of winter ahead...
little sunshine, too little, much too little
longterm hibernation
the thinker says
even so his culture told him
that his culture's forest
is already knocked down
one tree at a time
has no time left
to make more room
for fantastic visions
a fierce singularity
groups equal quantities
every one in it
never equals anything
but sums up to a quantity
like a surplus of language
reduced to an abstract
an ideological friendliness
an authoritarian monologue
humanity a quantity is
a human
a rarity
a state usurps language
it never needs humans
always enforces
always needs yeses
yes, quantities rule