by bob county
I am at peace with myself. I am willing to face my death, because
every night when I sleep I walk with death. The dream is not my
own. I killed myself and let sleep take me.
The world is not mine to control. There are forces in motion,
which are beyond the control of anyone. A genuinely sane
individual is delusional. They construct fantastic ideas about
efficient concepts and functional value judgements. But,
culture is ephemeral, leaving no permanent pattern.
Inside the woman is the paradox: between structure and chaos.
Neurosis is a necessity for feminity. We are social animals, but
the woman must carry the burden of childbirth. She must be
seductive and prudent in a society driven by selfishness.
Our universe is ordered by orbits. The greatest of these is our
Milkyway, which spins on the edge of a blackhole. This vortex
nullifies all material and will erase our greatest achievements.
It is celestial machanics for nihilist. Neurosis is an essential
consequence of a throw away culture.+
Sweet dreams are made of these.