Break the dialectical treadmill

Better best Better

What a manner of Hegelian ascent into another being of potential.

Yet, with such experience of external materials, easily hyper-measured, now's the time.

To the ascent of infinity

Production status quo ante freedom

 

This oneirophilia of our commodity relations, huh? Escapism for mental health.

Foundherent Naturalism

Ontology pondering time.

Fundamental is a placement of a materialist ontology onto an evidentiary base.

Coherentism is a web structure of an overlayering of a superstructure required to shift the presuppositions of the structure beneath.

With aesthetics and poems untouched by the episteme of scientific inquiry, only the phenomenological enquiry into realist/nonrealist endeavours. Beyond interpellation.

All this relationalism grants completion, and with that, endeavour.

Surgery check up of Hernia

Please let this placebo by quick, and this surgery be graceful.

So many writers, so many words and concepts I'm catalouging.

With having to push up a lump up into my gut from it slipping out, Could it have started with a deadlift? I don't think so, regardless, it happened with.

Pulled an oddly wet sponge right up the belly, even the truss can't be contained. 

Pulled it up and wiggled it from the bathroom floor.

From the sofa, in the covers.

On a yoga mat.

Outside of a inner flat with cold air of a tugging of a vital artery I had to maneuver.

Bunch of tubes into a tight space, then i pull one out.

Then with a pop in, the pop back in.

It wiggles back. More than 50, lost count of the chronic conditions.

It's like a octopus that slouches out of a snake with and it does not come back up.

Here's wishing for a swift surgery.

"Don't act like a celebrity till your successful"

Ernie Bushmiller said that.

Is this what is meant by the internal theatres of seeing all these monopolies of traffic going by? 

Some get it, some don't, with stigmatised viewership. Lacking foundations and foundherent justification of the reason with the conclusion showing up on the feed.

An opportunity of conveniences of masses showing up like this. Not rhyme or following the law of non-contradiction. Although that's necessary to distinguish between coherence and incoherence, it isn't the core to live by.

So the ineffable mystery of getting a hit remains. Of the most relative things, the algorithm of the first empirical insight, not the understanding and wisdom it leads to underneath. Such a discovery beneath. Don't follow any growth-recursive YouTube channels, and learn direct response offers instead. Along with qualitative unmeasured cultivation. (or what the commercial firms calls brand) ]

Surrendering all stigma to the traffic metric

On the streaming services.

Fishing for attention, competing for it, warring for attention, for all to see.

Moral knowledge becomes falsity when the origin raises the pontificators' views the wrong way, and then they lecture.

With a product, service or policy, there's an incentive to lie, generally speaking.

Yet direct response, eliminative materialism, virality, celebrity endorsements – that stuff that I had to hide in the brand world of e-idealism.

Oh marketing, and the infinite regress of anti-marketing, how it manipulates, how it drives us. How it leads us. The lowest comprehension of a stratum.

incoherent, inconsistent, incogent, incongruent, incohesive

Reading Susan Haack's coherence, consistency, cogency, congruency, and cohesiveness – don't go overboard! To add that to the crossword mindset of syenchism of 'pragmatics'

I don't know if this is the one hustlers use to dismiss and race to the bottom, yet here we go.

All allowed under the suspension of disbelief and unreality. We are allowed thought patterns with the credence of our monistic attention to the circumstances. These are the elements. That comes from the spectator and for the prosumer spectacle, to the consumption of hegemonic thought. Spotting each point so that the suspension of our own phenomenon reflects the character's mind, our third-person omnipotence.

The pedantic Co's may not be the point.

Mereology of Aesthetics

As with cartooning, the ideas and conceptions adapted to for a new state of creation.

Reduction flatpacking to establish holism with the attempt to move the improvised beats to scenes, to sequences, to acts, to a completed novel. All this relationism, from coherentism to incoherentism, and all those effects rest on the imagined dogmas present under the legalese of fiction.

All in suspension of the fiction.

trying to measure virality

The ideals travel without concrete form, unmeasurable concepts.

Often it's nothing; often it's everything. It's an external macro phenomenon of it.

Unable to grasp.

You are forgiven for your bad opinions

There are people that are never convinced.

Bit the golden apple, shoot themselves in the foot, litigate silly doomed cases.

Yet a kind and generous couch, can overlook those mistakes. Those errors

Everbody, except the ones not my Christmas card list, can be water under the bridge.

Well, except the ones who claim freindship rather than be a acquaintance. Or doesn't scab union stuff or copyright doctrinares/trolls.

status/situation of centrist status swirls

Hey, wanna be banal? Want to have no opinion? Want to be nothing?

It's easy money, a sinicure, a cush job.

Merely exist, then wait till death.

What's that? No opinion.

Well, that's what a clerk happens to do, or what happens with low self-esteem.

Sit on the fence, try to be proud, yet not, and take the commodification word too seriously with amoral patterns. There are hills to die on, and the one that claims and ontologises everything and nowhere on a base of solipsism arrives at nowhere, with an opportunistic meliorism with that mentality.

Oof.

Do self-defeats matters?

Pedantic consistencies that make way for intellectual victory and self-defeats; not all self-defeats matter, only the most foundherent ones.

According to the way of saying so, when hornets' nests are kicked, when the direct accusations hit and the hunting gets under one's own skin.

Yet, with the masses, they do seem to matter. From mob rule to normalised good ideas, they do exist all the time, with no adultism or condescension.

The only way is to move through and see if all that little points build together.

(Of course, with litigations. The coherency and consistency matter more there.)

Not all tantrums are worth it

Certain arguments are meant to continue, held in a circle of audience capture.

What's a self-referential feedback loop, self-contained? 

Thousands of curses, thousands of crys, thousands of going down the line.

Then there's really than real, or verisimilitude as the likeness of likeness; I prefer respect out of a duty fervour.

The lies, the truths, the ways that they weave when I curate and place a moment of reprieve.

Why do I tip down when I go round an ruminate? Then there's the moment where it's brought back, and I'm stuck within Parkinson's law.

There it goes, down, down and right the way around. I'm looking at something realer than real. Is that what consciousness is within the head of an impossible argument to transcend and to touch an abstract visualisation from the concrete reality? That's hyper-reality.

Not a touch.

Ain't pleasent enough

All those minor iterations and alterations, of somewhat could be considered.

Little bit here, no, remove one here.

Move and make it to the end.

Not the end, and all the way it's like that.

No,

Yeah,

The ideas work here.

Then what's visualised, then what's here.

The work or hobby craft

little bit of hands

Little left

done


( wow, Seth is still rambling, Why am I still fumbling.)

What is the best craft for the illiterate?

What is the best heuristic that respects Occam's razor more likely? Or the deflationist's first impression of creating the finest grape juice? The highest artificially

Appealing to the short, illiterate feedback loops of erotic perversions for the sake of it.

Then there's the logograms, of not exaggerating the exaggerated, to not lead into hyperbolic messages.

Well, the simple first impression does make sense with the direct advertiser it's making that way.

Simple front impressions.

Bip bip bip.

can't simply be

When not playing a character of virtue or pleasure. Reductionistic or holistic.

Deontological for searching for a truth comes.

Then the duty will come for it.

To serve and follow along with others within hermeneutic circles with their shared interpellations and ideological patterns.

With that obligation unbinding, natural organisms cooperate together.

You must come to comprehension with ethics, of utilitarianism, deontology, and even virtue; that's important for any student wanting to understand the humanity that's been built.

Deon in legalism, Utility in vegan ethics, and virtue within wellness/self-help entertainment.

w specification of spectacle

Winners

Those who fight

Those who dance

Those who clash

Those who smack

Those who Slap

Those who Spectacle

Fictional transcendence comes at a price, the act of dominion of affliation become and new industry

(Reading Guy Debord, will get back up)

Bopkins Cannibis Addiction

 During his teens, one blunt.

The vibe smooth and otherwordly of the hybrids and the upscale valleys.

Smellz like a distorted sage plant, hints of cinnamon. Rolled up in a packet of blunt RAW papers sent through a gas station store.

One barbes lick of the swirling odours, this does not hurt. Best prepare three more, hope couch gregor does not notice.

Bottom shelf, by the phone.

Did not attend the general strike

Such posers

Ad hominening the scab callout, it going to back

Are they the ones, cui bono

They, friend/ememy fair weather, shilling to the center

To the spectacle, I'm the helpless spectator.

Forced to consume the spectacle of suicide, yet brought to make it total.

Totalising with my rage.

All ill will, all curses, to the falling into a digger. On the net, dies not matter who's pointing at who.

Cui Bono points to the scab unio-

Bohemian flirts

Play around.

In the park.

With my mates.

Fireplace.

Cardboard queen burns.

Dancing pagan mask.

The tent of 20s air.

Crick crick crick.