#also the hunger attributing to the rotting i liked because to me hunger has a rotting feeling in the stomach

[terrence-silver]

Do you think terry has ever hated anyone?

Yes.

Terry's emotional, over impulsive and volatile.

He loves and hates with intensity.

Terry hated, and in equal measure loved his parents for being dysfunctional, pushy and despotic. He loved them for being his, as he loves everything that he deems his, but I think he also never forgave them for being the way they are and for turning him into the thing he is, or rather, breeding him the way he is and influencing a great many of his views later in life, feeling he carries a genetic sort of hunger he cannot fill. A taught type of need and knowledge on how to wear masks, conceal himself, play pretense and fabricate personas. He inherited wealth, but he also inherited a great many other things, like the isolation that came with being from generational old money. Terry only ever wanted love, but it is hard to be truly loved when all people ever see is the cash. He loves the cash, don't get me wrong, but it has made him an idea rather then a man.

In the aftermath, Terry hated Captain Turner for making him feel inadequate. Less than. Weak. For making him feel like someone who isn't bound to survive the army and survive Vietnam. Someone puny --- someone who's the most fragile link out of the bunch; ingraining in him a sense of inadequacy that has followed him in a great many decades after the war was over. The soldiers who probably taunted him along with his commanding officer turned him into Twig and he's spent ages trying to wash Twig off himself like an ugly, awfully persistent stain, going to extreme lengths of rather becoming another person entirely when he usurped Ponytail --- so when Captain Turner was thrown down that pit by John, it felt eerily right. Earned.

Furthermore, Terry despised those who killed Ponytail, and he attributed the actions of a few enemy soldiers during a time of warfare unto a whole people and a whole race and at certain times, a whole continent. The irrational gravitas of his prejudice was so big and all encompassing that it couldn't be rationalized any other way but by hating an entire part of the world and hating himself for not being stronger to prevent the death of his friend from happening in the first place. Maybe if he wasn't so clumsy? Maybe if he was actually competent? Maybe if he was a better soldier? Maybe if he actually learned something at basic training? Maybe then not everything would be Silver's fault. Maybe then he wouldn't have to be polluting half of the Third World in an attempt to avenge a distance mistake.

Terry hated Daniel Larusso and Mr. Miyagi due to what they represented. Due to what they made John feel. They made John feel defeat. Disappointment. Sadness. The fact that someone could, or rather dared make John feel all of those things filled Terry with righteous indignation no matter how petty and small the offense was, and at least in that short window of time concocting his elaborate revenge plan, Terry truly hated them past the point of all rationale and yes, he wanted to see them suffering, destroyed, stomped, broken, picked apart. I don't think cocaine had anything to do with it. I think Terry sees someone he deems his friend crossed and he goes all out settling the score in their name because his bias is a fierce and dangerous thing and his loyalty and dedication knows no bounds. That's who he is.

In thirty years absence John was gone, I think Terry hated John the way someone with a broken heart hates someone else; Not really, not truly hating, but all the love and the friendship and the devotion didn't have where to go so it festered into bitter-sweetness inside of him, like a rotting organ needing removal. In equal measure, I think Terry hated all the people he used to pad John's absence with and make himself seem commonplace and tame. An artificial, new man. He despised each and every one of them and their stupid habits, their stupid eating regimen, the way they posture themselves, their fake smiles, their fake mannerisms, their fake small talk, their fake care of him, their fake business ventures. He hated them all...until he was indifferent. They served their purpose and he dropped them all.

Terry hates Johnny Lawrence because Johnny Lawrence is another person John has a connection to. Not necessarily a love connection. Not necessarily anything positive where bonds are concerned --- but a link, nonetheless --- and a link's a link, no matter how toxic, abusive, sick and unstable. He can't stand that link. He can't stand that history. He can't stand to feel he's in competition with anyone or anything else for a place in Kreese's life. As such, he wants Johnny Lawrence's hide nailed to the wall like a collected war trophy. This drunkard, this loser, this idiot, this unpolished nobody gets to be on John's mind occasionally and it makes Terry wanna kill. Yes, he's jealous. Yes, he's envious. Yes, he's territorial and fiercely defensive. Yes, he'd rather put Kreese in jail for a while if it means a solid opening for him to effectively do Johnny in for good.

Finally, I think Terry hates himself. Or at least, certain aspects of himself. He hates himself when he thinks he isn't devoted enough. He isn't good enough --- a side-effect of narcissism where he always must be the best to overcompensate for a time when he wasn't and when it had dire consequences. When he perceives he has weaknesses that affect him which he can't be rid of. When he's hit by his PTSD, by memories of the past, by flashbacks. When he's faced with loss of control. When he cannot influence situations, outcomes and people. When he feels caged and stifled even though he personally placed himself into a cage by choice. He hates Twig, representing the whimpering, scared kid he used to be, and which he, deep down, probably still is. He hates him and wanted him gone fifty years, but for all intents and purposes, Twig's still there.

[wisdomrays]

SATAN AND THE WHISPERING OF SATAN (Involuntary thoughts occurring to man): Part 1

What Satan is and why he was created?

Satan was, like the jinn with whom he mostly kept company, was also created from ‘fire’. Before he was put to the test of obedience and sincerity through Adam, he had been in the company of angels; acting and worshipping as they did. Unlike the angels who do whatever they are commanded and never rebel against God (al-Mulk, 66.6), Satan (called Iblis prior to his disobedience to God’s command to fall prostrate before Adam) has free will to choose his own path of conduct. When God tested him together with the angels and commanded him to fall prostrate before Adam (i.e. before man), the seeds of self-conceit and disobedience in his nature burst up to swallow him, and he responded in his vanity: ‘I am better than him. You created me from fire, whilst him you did create of clay’(Sad, 38.76).

Satan was created for important purposes. For, first of all, had it not been for Satan who continually tries to seduce man, the creation of man would have been meaningless and futile. God has innumerable servants who, like angels, have no capacity to rebel and therefore do whatever they are commanded. In fact, the existence of an absolute Divine Being Who has many beautiful Names and Attributes (the Creator, the All-Merciful, the All- Providing, the All-Living and Giver of Life, the All- Beautiful and the All-Powerful, etc.) requires, not by way of any external necessity which is inconceivable, but due to the essential nature of his Names, that His Names be manifest. And it is only through man that He manifested all of those Names. Since He has freewill, He also bestowed on man free will. Having free will means to always make a choice between two alternatives. In addition, God has endowed man with great potentials. It is both to develop those potentials and make the necessary choice between the alternatives appearing before him, that man continually experiences a struggle both within him and in the outer world. Just as God sends hawks upon sparrows so that the latter can develop their potential to escape, He created Satan and allowed him to tempt man so that man, by trying to escape his temptations, can rise spiritually and strengthen his will power. As hunger stimulates man or animals to further exertions and discovery of new ways to be satisfied, and fear inspires in them new ways of defence, the temptations of Satan cause man to develop his potentials and to always be alert against sins.

Angels do not rise to the higher spiritual ranks because Satan cannot try to tempt them and cause them to deviate; the animals also have fixed stations- they neither attain to a higher station nor are abased to a lower one. But in the domain of mankind the number of ranks or stations is infinite; a man can rise to the highest of the high, just as he can fall down to the lowest of the low. There is an infinitely long line of spiritual evolution between the ranks of the greatest of the Prophets and saints down to those of men like Pharaoh and Nimrod. Therefore, it cannot be claimed that the creation of Satan is an evil. Although Satan himself is an evil creature, besides the important purposes for his creation which have just been discussed, God’s creation involves the whole universe, and should be understood in relation to the results, not only with respect to the acts themselves. Whatever God does or creates is good and beautiful either in itself or in its effects. For example, rain produces many effects, almost all useful to mankind. Likewise, fire has many uses for man. If some suffer harm because of water or fire owing to their misuse of them, it cannot be claimed that the creation of fire or water is not wholly good. Similarly, the main purpose for the creation of Satan is to enable man to develop his potentials, strengthen his will power by resistance to his temptations and to rise to higher spiritual ranks. If it is still argued that many people-even more than the good ones-fall into unbelief and therefore earn the punishment of Hell through the temptation of Satan, my answer would be as follows:

Although Satan was created for many good, universal purposes some of which have just been discussed, a lot of people may unfortunately be deceived by him. But Satan only whispers and suggests, he has no ability, nor power, to force man to commit some wrong or sinful action. If a man is so weak as to be deceived into Satan’s false promises and allows himself to be dragged down following his footsteps, then it is by his own fault that he earns the punishment of Hell by misusing an important faculty on which God conferred existence so that man can develop his potentials and be elevated to the highest of the high. What a man must do is to use his free will, on which his humanity mostly rests, and by which man has been given the highest position in creation, properly and in the direction of his intellectual and spiritual evolution. Otherwise, he must complain about being honoured with free will and therefore complain about his humanity.

Secondly, quality is much more important than quantity, so, rather than quantitative values, we should take qualitative values into consideration in our judgement. For example, a hundred date stones are only one hundred pence in value as long as they remain as seeds and are not buried under the soil to grow through certain biochemical processes into palm trees. But even if only twenty out of the hundred grow into twenty trees as the result of germination under the soil while the rest rot because of over-watering, can one argue that it is an evil to plant and water them? Every sensible person will certainly agree that it is wholly good to have twenty trees in exchange for twenty stones, since twenty trees will give twenty thousand stones.

Again, a hundred peahen eggs are worth, let’s say, five hundred pence. But if the peahen sits on them and consequently twenty chicks hatch out, with the other eighty spoiled, who will account it an evil to risk eighty eggs being spoiled in return for twenty birds? On the contrary, it is wholly good to have twenty birds at the expense of eighty eggs worth four hundred pence because the twenty birds will not only be worth eighty pounds but some of them also lay more eggs.

It is in just this way that mankind, by fighting against Satan and their evil-commanding selves, have lost worthless members of their race, greater in quantity but poorer in quality, in exchange for thousands of Prophets, thousands of saints and millions of men of wisdom, knowledge, sincerity and good morals, who are the sun, moon and stars of the human world.

[no-ns-en-si-ca-l]

THIS • Christian Cummings & Lee Lorenzo

THIS is another way of saying the same thing. —Jodie Foster

• Like a bone broth, THIS contains the faint essence of its intentions without actually containing intentions. • I want to ride into the sunset with you, just not all the way in. • Misguided by facts and infested with motionless, I imagined myself licking your shock-widened eyeballs and tasting envelope glue. • Having lost its original, THIS has become estranged from its genetic possibilities. • THIS is an abbreviation because it expresses a dull and blunted form of itself. • Like the prodigal rising of the Nile, a cyclical need to repeat herself corrupted the purity of her temporary curse. • Like an impatient lover, THIS skips past the beginning and will finish before the end—focusing too much on the torso, like a story with a middle only, sans arc. • Like walking through a field of landmines, going slowly as fast as it can. • Falling out of sync with randomness, THIS has become spontaneously methodical. • THIS combines reluctance with impulsiveness for purely superficial reasons. In other words, THIS has undergone some editing. • Like the ice cube that made your Kool Aid overflow, THIS conquers its verge by way of displacement. • THIS indulges the slow kill of time’s vengeance against you for having wasted it with such fluency. • THIS gimmick points slightly upward to mask its moot effect, modulating it through the snow job of an upturned flaccid habit. In other words, THIS works an angle. • As if occluded with the shrapnel of kidney stones, THIS is a rain gutter bloated with the need to express its contents (both those it was made to express, and also those currently blocking its expression). • THIS resembles while paling-in-comparison because it exists in a state of call and response syncopation with other versions of itself. • Unable to reach a desired conclusion, THIS has had to make-do with lesser conclusions from the lower shelf. • THIS fears the possibility of going to heaven without bail. • We will not be returning to Ithaca. • We will not end the hunt until we are fed. • THIS diffuses the vague exactness of its analogies by increasing the exactness of its vagueness. • Threatened by the convection effect of self-indulgence, THIS had to jettison its bad conscience onto you in order to make it feel less enjoyable in the long run, like a Joseph Kosuth drawing, or like a consenting prom date who is also ovulating. • Without its gaps, you will never learn to enjoy the full extent of deficiency that THIS contains. • THIS is an artificial afterlife where artificial intelligence goes once brain death has been declared by the foster family who will someday pull the plug on you. • In THIS place, you will spend the all of eternity hooked up to unplugged machines. • THIS is an eternity lingers until it ends, and you are promoted from this current succession of ordinary lives to a rolling succession of ordinary afterlives that, although harder to describe are pregnant with roll-over minutes. • Atomized by interference, THIS decoys your phantom appetite for its x by implying that it is implying something without actually doing so. • The metonymy of THIS psychic spanking wants you to believe that it hurts me more than it hurts you, taking sadistic advantage of your compassion for the tenderness of my spanker’s hand. • Eventually THIS will grow into its prematurity, but not a moment too soon. • Like a mule refusing to budge, THIS performs stasis as an overt behavior, while like melting ice cream, its volume is relaxing. • THIS motivates a relapse in the wane of your attention for the false sense of rapport it builds between you and your disenfranchisement, as if to make you emotionally dependent upon each other. • THIS improves its aesthetics with anesthetics. • THIS plays opposing reactions against themselves because each are required to conjure the hallucination that animates them. • Like the limp arugula that taunts the tines of your fork with disentangled matrimony, THIS will increase your tolerance for your low tolerance. • THIS is a sigh that detoxes the mind of minor inconveniences, like when motor-boating the boobs of an irksome nanny only to faint from having re-breathed too much of your own carbon dioxide, via Freudian detox by asphyxiation. • THIS casts a long shadow by standing in the headlights of an oncoming vehicle. • THIS improves the road by adding oil slicks to prevent the ice from sticking to it because ice does not stick to rainbows. • THIS collagen provides its retroactive tax relief by circumventing time’s toll upon expression. • Like an apricot when compared to a peach, THIS is slightly sweeter but criticized for being quicker to spoil and for having less meat. • THIS is on-message about being off-message. • THIS falsely equilibrated when it blindly trusted its initial observations and called them obvious. • THIS circles like vultures around the idea that consuming rotting meat might actually assuage the nausea one feels when thinking in circles, as if settling a sour stomach is simply a matter of abating hunger. • THIS fans out like buckshot to lessen your need for a precision scope—maximizing its effect by lessening the specificity of its disposition. • THIS separates like sour milk into layers of discreet viscosity to form borders through which fugitive thoughts are smuggled and extradited when necessary. • Sort of like a pile and sort of like a hole, THIS refuses to divulge its strategy by making you look at it and into it at the same time. • THIS started as pure contrivance, but has transitioned into a state of secondary contrivance that seems identical to the first but is less authentically contrived than its counterpart counterfeit. • We know that its consciousness is cumulative because THIS has yet to evolve into consciousness. • Like a solar eclipse, you’re not supposed to look at it. • Do not kill it if you’re not planning to eat it. • Like an echo that precedes utterance, all THIS causal energy but no longer needing a host. • It is okay if there is always dirt on the welcome mat? • THIS is a nondualistic vice versa of collapsible ideas. • A retirement home for ideas. • THIS is a mirror whose image resembles nothing. • What would you do if everything were exactly the same? • THIS repeats a thought that is not reusable. • THIS slang version of thinking. • It’s conceivable things might have been different. • THIS is a eulogy. It’s supposed to ramble on. • THIS departs from its process in order to accentuate it, like the builders of Stonehenge who destroyed their pneumatic cranes after it was built. • THIS prepares you and everything else in its blast radius, to inherit a portion of its aftermath. • THIS probes the central limit of its half-sincere navel gaze. • THIS doggy bag of ideas, do not abandon it as it dies in your arms. • THIS HTML describes itself perfectly, just not to you. • THIS fails to display attributes because the line separating you from it is perforated and likewise-subject to dislocation from its referent. • Like an octopus, THIS uses ink to express itself against you, its enemy. • Lost forever in the unforeseeable past. • THIS can eat whatever it wants and not get fat. • THIS is a luxury set aside for those who can afford the preemptive embalming. • THIS will structure its deal according to controllable norms and predictable results. • From the nosebleed section, you will not be harmed by THIS. • THIS is willfully under-willed so that its under-development can remain suppressed. • THIS perspires from ambivalence about its laziness. • THIS has stumbled upon a technique for harvesting energy from enthusiastic utterances, which is achieved by superimposing enthusiasm and emphasis where it is neither convincing nor JUSTIFIED! • THIS boner splitting swell of zygomorphic drivel persists for practical reasons which are themselves not obvious. • Intents + contents = incontinence. • THIS embraces what it eludes to throw off the program of affirmation by re-polarizing it. • THIS cross-contaminates ideas like the equally skilled swords of sworn enemies—betrayed by predictions of unpredictability found squatting within the scope of their sparring match. • Like a pious Christian, THIS makes delaying its reward a vital aspect of its functional consciousness. • THIS triggers your need for real-time sensory feedback by inducing a feeling of not being your self. • With laser sharp amnesia THIS desensitizes your will against the disagreements it has with your instinctual need for pre-established boundaries, ultimately meant to increase your rate of absorption (not to be confused with comprehension). • At THIS crossroads, a dull tension permeates paralysis to remind you that decisions cannot be avoided, only delayed. • THIS is just one of many attempts to mask its unitary concept with so many temporary functions—hoping to expand the surface area of its limited range control voltage gate. • Regarding its apolitical tone, THIS is incapable of maintaining a stance without the structural support of its permanent scapegoats. • THIS is a protest anthem made to encourage political indifference—emanating from its innermost middle, the far center of undecided. • THIS fights the good fight against the foregone conclusion of its pride war against problems that don’t actually exist. • Sadly, because THIS is no match for its own quicksand, all we can do is watch with lumps in our throats as it dies a martyr’s death for the false premises it refuses to renounce. • THIS monologue suffers the tabula rasa of its envelope from which nothing substantial emerges. • There is nothing to gain here, save for a situation where there is nothing to lose. • THIS is an abridged mirror made to reflect more than it depicts, or vice versa depending on which side of the mirror you stand. • THIS condensed counterfeit reflection is streamlined to appear more prototypical than its original. • THIS is not urgent. • THIS remote abstraction is motivated by a series of concrete realities that manipulate the body’s brain into forgetting that it is part of a body. • THIS is a nagging feeling that your plans will fail, set against the backdrop of an inefficiently metaphorical environment. • THIS uses understatement as a means for mental relaxation. • THIS is a gentle current whose obstinacy is revealed by rowing against it. • THIS is unnatural, and likewise impervious to death by natural causes. • THIS is prosthetic for a self that isn’t there. • Like breathing in and out at the same time, what makes THIS so strenuous is the fact that nothing ever happens. • THIS bolsters the metabolism of your self-awareness by force feeding you the fiber of an unpleasant form of novelty, akin to suffering tennis elbow when you don’t even play tennis. • THIS is what it feels like to earn an experience that no one deserves. • THIS exercise is designed to strengthen your ability to perform atrophy. • Like a camera THIS is only meaningful in bursts, though not from its shutter function, but from its stutter function. • THIS delivers sense to your mind like a hiccup delivers oxygen to your lungs; as an interruption. • Without specifics, THIS is un-repealable, not because its terms are fixed, but because there is no cure for their lack of fixity. • Like a pepper grinder, THIS performs a kaleidoscope’s function but leaves none of its reference material intact. • THIS is the epileptic sneak preview of a memory that you haven’t had yet. • THIS prevents you from reconstituting its object so you can more fully enjoy its pre-residual effects sans spoiler. • THIS meaningfully flees from meaning by imitating it. • THIS is a list of subliminal instructions masquerading as toilet reading. • THIS is free to be whatever it wants to be, which includes the freedom to be whatever it doesn’t want to be. • Expecting hot chocolate with the continental breakfast it thinks it deserves for making an honest effort, THIS optimizes the incentive that it needs to check out early. • Like a satyr’s hoof tangled in the ropes of his braided hammock, THIS feels awkward and overworked when compared to the leisure it’s supposed to provide. • THIS mask is falsely advertised as an exfoliating scrub capable of concealing its blemishes by revealing them. • Like the clouds of Olympus, revealing by implication what they conceal by observation. • THIS consoles you with its closed source vector, and is consoled by your vector control while plotting in the background to conscript you as code enforcement personnel. • Like a prospector, THIS sifts through buttloads of dirt for a few shiny flakes to eventually lose track of. • THIS holds its slapstick together by falsely defying representational modes. • THIS carrot-on-stick will trick you into building a shoddy bridge between you and the taunting cliffs of your short-term plans (like lunch). • THIS is a party trick made for crashing parties, and is also the reason why squirrels hide their acorns. • THIS participates in a circular economy that pays offense to your better-judgement in exchange for your forgiveness and tolerance. • THIS identifies with nouns like human and race. • Teeth are for chewing. • THIS aestheticizes the low priority; validating it by trivializing it and then calling it art. • THIS is a product of love. • Of the status quo warped to zero of love. • Of the prodigal son of love. • Of the internal mushroom bomb of love. • Of the almost muscular awareness of love. • Of the typically unpleasant figure/ground relationship of love. • Of the anger spell-trapped in a confused time vortex of love. • Of the previously maintained but now subsided situation of love. • Of the crowd who disappeared of love. • Of the circular awareness of love. • Of the inevitably justified retroflection of love. • Of the premature train of thought of love. • Of the hollow experiments with various resolutions of love. • Of the almost mounted feeling of love. • Of the cruel motor suffocation percolating within the ballast of love. • Of the double-checked facts relative to crucial differences in acquisition habits for the practitioners of love. • Of the physical food-based contact function of love. • Of the nose on the wall of love. • Of of the banal standing up normally of love. • THIS reinforces its terrain by washing it of its entire proportion. • THIS aims for the bleachers of inefficient constraint-craft. • THIS bothersome knot, beset by beliefs about what makes something worth doing. • THIS suppresses new forms for the sake of acquired ones, such as words, sentences, and missionary position. • THIS is the easy-come easy-go attitude of the bouncer at the limit of your ego, guarding you against what he won’t allow you to be, lest you enter unarmed. • Soon, distant events will foreshadow your dismal passage into the hollow viscera. • THIS lends you its lifetime membership into the background, while its unfinished business lays awake pretending to be asleep in the other room. • THIS tug-of-war just started taking you into consideration by giving you an inch; a tactic THIS refers to as working in reverse. • Without awareness, THIS is also without deception, maintaining its present tense by existing in vivo outside of itself in zero person perspective. • Funny how THIS can creep up on you. • THIS is the same thing, connects to itself in exactly same way. • Like a music note THIS remains flat when folded. • Like a music note THIS oscillates its density while testing the limits of its edges. • Like a music note THIS oscillates its density to prove that it reciprocally verges. • Like a music note THIS oscillates its density to prove itself a fluent vibrato. • Like a music note THIS oscillates its density to express amphibious qualities emerging in two directions, toward and away from what it isn’t. • Like a music note THIS oscillates its density to prove that its density is suffused with hollowness while its ghost-body contains stuff particles. • Oscillating, THIS internal combat cancels itself out. • After having exhausted all its energy, there is none left for it to figure out why. • In a world where there’s nothing so cold as accuracy, THIS seeks to warm you. • THIS is accomplished by alternating fixed and variable amplitudes to filter out medium band background interference as it leaks into its closed system from another nearby closed system. • THIS relies on the recoil acuity of your osmosis reflex and its ability to expel what it has absorbed. • Like a sloppy tightrope walker, THIS will perish before conquering its more subtle frontiers. • THIS prefers simplifying problems to solving them. • THIS was imprinted with an energetic stamp that mimics the feeling of being almost out of ammo. v THIS avoids closure for the pleasureful frustration it gets from its blue balls. • THIS is indicative. • THIS was made to be overlooked to spare it the effort of having to downsize. • Compelled by courage THIS ignores its better judgement. • THIS remakes the mistakes you’ve forgotten how to make; not to redeem them but to make itself feel more rustic, like a cowboy who shaves his beard with the blade of his rusty machete. • THIS stubs its toe on the x whereupon its function rests. • THIS is a global statement about intentions which are in flux. • THIS rises above its terminal diagnosis by not participating in your experience of it. • THIS expresses a tentative form of immortality by living forever in the moment of not mattering to you. • THIS was expressed from the brain it came from because the body has natural recourse against foreign invaders. • THIS treasures the life that you’ve made together—enough to look past its fatal flaws sans biological imperatives. • THIS will hijack its two-cents until ambivalence returns to the mean. • THIS was never meant to be more than a suggestion • THIS is the shovel that will bury you. • THIS denies images their visas into actualness. • THIS prefers that it be read silently to avoid passing through the medium of your saliva. • Like the crotch-height pointed pickets of your suburban fence, THIS makes itself more hospitable by being less accessible. • Without physicality, THIS ramps up its means of manipulating you without beefing them up. • THIS is a gallows edge seat at the execution of its form granting you unprecedented access to its eventide by complaining about it. • The temporariness of THIS moment implies an unsustainable future of different moments. • THIS expression of involuntarily free will—assuming it has no choice in the matter. • THIS symptom of numbness cannot feel said symptom. • THIS is a sand-castle pop geology of compressed sediment made to look like a thing by forging a flimsy agreement between depth and its surface, when both cannot be right. • THIS designates a single unit of concentration. • THIS is a thickening agent for your self-evidence. • THIS makes use of its raw potential by broadcasting unverifiable misconceptions over the hands-free device of its belief systems whilst pointed in the direction of OZ. • THIS shares a common goal with breath and suffocation, but we’re not supposed to talk about what that is. • This preempts spillage from its half empty glass upon whose exterior is condensed the contents of its interior. • THIS has been a strange forty-five minutes. It started somewhere else and ended up here, which is also somewhere else. • THIS is what slowing down looks like when over-described. • THIS is a coping mechanism for living in a world full of souvenirs from the places that you will never go, and populated by the people you will never meet. • THIS will paraphrase itself until its inconspicuousness is contaminated by the reductions we like to think of as real. • THIS recognizes that most things happen outside of our awareness, and that everything else is eventually forgotten. • THIS is why I never. • THIS rejects all social variants of its auspices in vain—hoping to guide the hand that peels its proverbial orange. • THIS aspires to the new car smell of signification via aspiration. • With the exception of your precious time, nothing is at stake here save for the wind that chaps your cheeks. • THIS flash flood is amniotic. • Fat but not full, full but not satisfied, THIS is what happens when parody replaces substance. • The dentist advises that you to chew only with the teeth she’s replaced in order to justify their needless repair. • THIS acknowledges the advantage of plastic flowers over real ones without vouching for it. • Bonsai-like, THIS prefers its cramped-pot and shallow-root situation over yours because yours is unintentionally ironic. • Duty bound to its fulcrum, THIS swings wide in every direction while firmly rooted to its predictability. • Like a theater whose curtain won’t raise or fall, THIS show must go on forever because its end is never over. • THIS is a baseless space between second and third that makes short stop such an exciting position. • THIS somatic flourish minus the weight of its ink from the page, is measured to comfort those who have forsaken the obvious. • Do not mistake its amnesia for forgetfulness. Like a psychic solar eclipse, its lacuna is a poorly wrapped gift that betrays what’s inside to save you the trouble of having to open it. • In other words, THIS is made up of other words. • THIS genital sensibility duplicates itself on accident while motivated by a miscarriage of reason. • THIS gratifies its thirst for awareness by simplifying its definition of awareness. • THIS plays your nickels against its dimes to prove that size is less important than shininess. • Like the reluctant godparent who constantly re-examines their implied responsibility toward you by taking constant mental inventory of everything that might go wrong behind their false smile mask, THIS passive aggressive form of withholding wants you to think that it loves you. • Just because THIS happened on accident doesn’t mean it was a mistake. • Following the Moon’s example, THIS only lets you look on its bright side, which is cold and lifeless. • THIS will make me more money than I know what to do with, i.e. zero bucks. • THIS cost-effective metronome is less predictable than its Amazon reviews suggest, but imperceptibly so—making THIS evaluation less useful than its less accurate Amazon reviews, but more informative than the grain of salt they are seasoned with. • THIS is the summit of a bell curve whose significance is measured by the standard deviation of its gaping margins of error. • THIS is overblown, but it will soon blow over. • THIS farts in proximity to votive candles for the moths it will attract and burn for being heathens. • THIS is the contaminated petri dish of an experiment whose results are disqualified for being unrepeatable. • THIS is exactly what you want it to be, in spite of the fact that it will never be anything you would have chosen, because its dysfunction as a leaky vessel is overshadowed by the efficiency of its cracks. • THIS is an orbital trajectory quantized with other minor bodies around the popularity of a bully who sheds light upon the craters of everyone’s acne scars, and whose proximity determines how long the day feels. • THIS lectern was not designed to field rejoinders, just to deserve them. • THIS illustrates how solving false problems can actually feel the same as solving real ones. • THIS will make you think you feel better when in fact you still feel the same. • Like Humpty Dumpty, THIS legitimizes its pedestal by falling off of it, hoping to win the attention of powerful people and also of their horses. • THIS saves labor in the long run by requiring it in the present, giving you less time to invest—since the time that you soon cannot afford is time that will remain unspent. However, what remains unspent is also the time that you will never get back, which is the upshot of its weird embezzlement scheme. • Don’t worry. Just because THIS is yours doesn’t mean that it is also your responsibility. • Nor are the secret contingencies hidden within its repertoire yours. • Like a fish you can’t tell its head from its body. • With laser-sharp inattentiveness. • THIS overwhelming impulse to exercise restraint. • THIS is a comma that separates in order to connect. • THIS is a paradox paradoxically not contradictory, but designed to prime the [breast] pump of history [channel content]. • THIS is an exteriorized after-image of something forgotten. • THIS is the shovel that will bury you. • THIS belongs to an imaginary class of objects designed to fill in gaps left by intuition. • THIS will trick your attention into believing that it is thinking about it. • Don’t let your judgement cloud your judgement. • While pelicans, storks, flamingoes, vultures, cranes, and egrets are busy sticking out their necks. • Nor egrets. • Like piglet, THIS sweeps the dirt from its dirt floor. • Everyone is desperate for something. If unable to reverse this desperation, it will unleash its arsenal of counter-desperation upon every bulimic’s trip to the loo, until all are forced en masse to feel both skinny and full, while like the insects who finished Adam’s apple and their subsequent falls from grace, THIS crappy souvenir will remind humanity for eternity that that we’ve been somewhere else, somewhere better. • Like the last drag of an e-cigarette shared with your partner after sex, THIS is fine, but it is not the same. • THIS sultan lives in fear of sniper-blown darts. • THIS is the precise moment when another moment becomes soluble. • THIS attaches itself to indecisiveness as it overtakes concentration by mimicking it. • In observance of false astonishment, THIS pretends to consume each moment as if it were a verdict. • Like an old armchair, THIS is most effective when its inertness becomes contagious. • THIS is the stubborn consequence of submission to motionlessness, one that your body enjoys. • THIS is why when you die your eyes open and you get an erection. Cessation is the ultimate climax. • THIS will offend its vestigial vulnerability. • THIS turns choices into moving targets of variant manifestation as contextually indicated by THIS grey area. • THIS reminds me of that Star Trek episode where Spock gets horny Amok Time. • THIS reminds me of how hot air shares properties with wind. • THIS reminds me of a note that sustains. • THIS reminds me of an image obsessed with its own reflection. • THIS reminds me of a congestion of internal forces preventing one breath from commingling with the next. • THIS reminds me of a silent stubbornness that aims its comfort at you against which you will eventually succumb. • THIS reminds me of a spider bite that somehow feels essential. • THIS reminds me of all the things that will eventually end up in a ravine. • THIS reminds me of the trust of a blind man. • THIS reminds me of a defenseless jaguar that escaped from the zoo, of a yawn that mocks the lungs, of expectations born from the idea that there’s always a menu, of a rodent in transit who taunts your peripheral vision, of the remnants of tree bark found under your fingernails as evidence of some forgotten ambition. • THIS x combines with another x to make its quantity twice as forcefully unknown. • THIS reveals truths by distorting other truths. • With bovine sophistication, THIS incorporates you by masking the questions it avoids asking via its weird burlesque of therapy. • THIS keeps slicing at the pie whose circumference expands when there are only so many pecans. • THIS conspires to ensnare you via the funny business of its scheme, evidenced by the stash of rubbers hidden in the glovebox of its Ferrari. • THIS is all that you have to go on. • THIS is all that you have to go off of. • THIS is all you have to go by. • THIS is a shovel. You won’t accomplish anything by evaluating it. • THIS is the sneak preview a dream that you can’t quite remember through the congestion of pre-sleep, but that leaves shadows of residual selves in front row of its circadian wake. • THIS is fictional, not because it is untruthful but because its truths are invalid. • THIS is unaware of the background noise occurring in its bandwidth, while impressed by its ability to know that it is unaware of it. • THIS pretends to have attributes for the self-fragmentation that results. • Adjusted to its opposite, THIS was relieved to learn that it is not off to a good start. • THIS employs the tricks of withholding sorcerers in proximity to, but not in actual possession of the magic they wield (like the pope for instance, or a webcam sex worker). • THIS makes every second count by counting every second. • Like the rent, THIS is both threatening and voluntary. • Like a sidewinder snake, THIS embellishes its diffusion by moving contrary to the direction it points. • THIS is a sequel because it is worse than the original—making the mistake twice to remind you that you are not alone. • THIS authenticates the senses without involving them. • THIS combines words and ideas to make a weird smoothie. • THIS could have been avoided.