I’m sorry for the rants. If anyone can relate, I appreciate you. It sounds insane, I realize because Luce is a fixture here. But there is a method to his madness. It’s not just “art” it’s a manipulative dark art. I think it’s that his posts are hypnotic and he trains your brain on certain words and symbols - personally directed, from things you’ve discussed. He can spot worries and amp them up or test your aversion to things, on purpose, and throw those at you, and cranks it up more if you resist. Then you’re hooked in, checking if he’s antagonizing you and letting you know that he’s doing it. It’s not a pleasant way to relate to people, to say the least. And if there’s any collective electronic hacking and collective lurking going on, that adds to the problem. I start to feel like a mental experiment he’s conducting - which is far fetched but from his perspective we’re all just case studies. He takes a cold approach to his assessments. I assumed he was warmer than that until fairly recently. But because he has the upper hand with obscurity it would be very difficult to prove. It’s very disappointing to me. I didn’t realize these were the harsh conditions of being acquainted with him. That’s been a bit of a theme for me in real life too, more than it is for others, I think. It’s a let down.
Otherwise, R is a mild mannered guy with a regular life.
R is what? In Greek that was gamma ... a dark place to trash thoughts. If you go there it is amazing what one can retrieve that others have eliminated in the urge to become top will ... willful at avarice? Something to bounce around in your head space ... like the devil coming down to GEO Ghia ... nothing to wit because it just isn't so as the commander declared let it be so ... and so it went!
Then in some linguistic traditions "r" is gimbled" ... it swings with time allowing spots for delight to shine through. I have been judged many times to be nothing ... so I can't be as bad as some real-ish folk declare to be a qualm (once a question) like why my lord ... is there not nothing. There it was right in front of us and we couldn't see it because of the clarity. Obviously I have been out of here for some time ... my mother' sect told me in a Jude-like judgement (jude being a powerful way to loose it Luce)!
Actually in the ancient literature, Jude was one of the primal Semitic groups that gathered in a dry place so they wouldn't leach out and run off ... like Lucile ... luce heel being like footloose ... a waltzing contention ... they seek profusely and are not as hard and settled as those with great fear of mind would say ... para knoya ... as it is all in noetics ... nothing upstanding whatsoever ... even the fruit of the tree of knowledge comes down ... folly to those of
OOb*rez ('ubri) or other reservations about roaming delights ... mostly raw and naked for the Nibelung ... a break to catch the breath?
When all is silent between the pages of the story as stacked ... you can almost hear the myth rising up at the bottom of the stairway ... if light in the foot ...
I've also been told a hole in the headspace can cause headaches due to worry over when the "nothing" thing come to be there ... and no doubt that was fulfilled ... as Marah hails down the traffic at the cross roads ... naked as
a Yah boid ... or alternate dog laid out drying on the road ... for what logic? We still don't know the far out facts ... never is a long long way ... like night washes over me and thought departs ... stimulating a qualm: "where do thoughts rest?"
Some claim there is not such thing as thought or their processing medium as it was just a wee devil in a tree ... ah aw thorn in the donkey ... if you ass 'd me ... wouldn't it release the heated content ... content yous? If you split nothing into two equal parts would they be nothing of positive and negative quality or nature in schizm?
Then spontaneously out of nowhere a child of wonder ... about how this is put together so some dissembling ... my dad yous' tah call something else a disseminating device ... given any attention it could govern you life ... such is the child within ... unless it matures and does something all by it self ... soul blaster?
A song was formed to ease into it as:
I Fall to Pieces! I 'm told it was a glowing success as all that remained of the process was the song and it carried satisfactorily ... Karen on ... board eye'n the wake --- of the durned Cat! Finnigan? These may walk all over you in the depth of night ... like boots ... Nancy's out there ... mores to gather than you can abstract in an absolutely ecclesiastic state of time keeping ... time is definitely indeterminate!
I see it in bumps and spurts ... is it a sign or icon of something coming as normal when there is no such thing ... except essence? It may gather in the vale as Shenandoah ... that is something other than it appears metamorphically! Generally this non entity creeps as plastic toxin ... pitch from the good tree of knowledge ... may seal up the holes in yere bucket listings ... keep them intact! Well at least until the bucket break down ... the object of the western auto industry ... to go as fast as you can to get out of a bad point ... C is sharp? It can go where it is dark ...
The psyche of nothing is naturalized ... needing a Ba'aL room to store the well rounded up marbles? As they rub together it sound's like Chuck ... Chuckling ...
