s.m. 4 & 5
“on the nature, of how i objected upon those that were merely sad objections in this world,
by doubling-up all my arms”
9/23/10
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3.3 All this mentioning of the parts, which seemingly exclude The Body (as I see it) are propositions that ultimately, must be brought to an End. For, if I might say, for instance, if I might say: by correctness in this is Fact: through the formula of yx—X[es]—Y—[?]—because, X≠Y—[!]
3.31 O’ these ideas, are as far from logic as, far as I am from logic & vice versa, which is in, all other situations------------------->my Vice
3.311 Given then, this thus, can there be such a combination of another reasoning of my thinking “I’m reasoning this surely is a little lump in Mind—[?]”
3.311.1 Surely not—[!]
3.312 Those probabilities, logical in the sense that to*Structure this, shall ultimately name me most. Accidentally then, this is the common transcendental shimmy-shaw from the form on up, the P still parasitic on thee *here, exists now, in a proposition of what shall exit from the rear of my *Speak. From the peculiar “I” to the Time of *I shall construct a written introduction, of my most bulbous affairs, from this Field here on out through *that Dimension. This then, is what causes my foot to *action to Mouth to the poorest of *Productions
3.313 Objects dilapidate & the objection, plops upon us of all. Possibly, I am incorrect in this assumption, if I am meaning in understanding that *I go in, as in, insert my P to-------->P, as in P purely spots the hole of a P, which could also be under the guise of a *V (The great Space, of the *Birth of all my *Arguments)----->the carnal suffocation of *holes that might prevent us all from *enclosing ourselves alone. My Lord, I awoke one day to find, I was no longer *cold yet starkly, terrifyingly if you will, indeed I was still so *alone.
3.314 Dissecting these events then, there is a canister that contains all that events us, thus contaminates us. Thus, *this place we find ourselves in, is rightfully painful------àto of, or to in, the willed equivalent of the *tragic *World that I have *created. To be *alone then, is the *Height of true *Harmony when *Faced with the existence of being *glob, in fact, in the realization of being the most unimaginable *whore of all that *globs, in the primitive sense. & this continues the *riddle riddling: who shall *survive gorging of this multiple means to a *definition—[?] This supposition, is not, in fact *accidental. No, this is the clarity of the *production of the great *suckon of Evil
3.315 Is then, the values to be found in this Room—[?] However, I’m certain, of the varying ways of saying “The use of *this Forms me” into the bowels of an Abuse, I shall surely, learn to warm to. Thus, “A” as having an End to Things. This then, is the sense in which I shall set myself to determine +“A” –“arm” = this was how we’ll have passed away, as a mere Property, in which we will have been constructed *upon. Drawing of Prune. Faced *this.
3.3151 In my *Balls rests all of this *constructed a *World of all my lowly *affairs (yx—X[es]—Y), which in *private swells the greatest *pride of my *Balls.
3.3152 Is this peculiar *hypothesis then i.e. inference of internal interference, actually *impoosible—[?]
3.316 Expression, of the supposition of the propositional pissants grieve us in meaning to *Their sense. There were many others I required, many others, in which to describe the base of all my *Trials of debasements as in a priori but it’s all the same, all the *Once I yielded to *Their sense & never shall I fucking *yield again
3.317 Thus, for “A” to express this/is a *lie, lays on the Head that *shakes him to the *recatoom of the unknown, that hardens on the *skin, hardens in the *hollow terms of doing *dung function. How illogical—[!] To *human & living between roving *Question, questioning this move to the essence of “Today, I felt so *Light, I thought sure—[ily] I should *Eat”. & so I did. This is the morality of my decisive nature of my hackneyed intuition & the *excessive virulence *selfrough i.e. “I was so happy to be handled with such Hatred, because only then I knew I was *feared”
3.318 To be the action, of the *act *coming against the Projections of the Surface, which are Laws, which are Propositions, which are False
3.32 More & more, my features, slide, which forms “My Hurt”
3.321 Of all the cockamamie bullshit….
3.322 Form constitutes my, psychologically I’m a lard argument, as in not my to mine to as-it-is-to-choose are propositions of one who falls asleep. Pusspuss.
3.323 Now, we are beginning, or I would hope, that we are beginning to *see, that language is indeed a *Pp paradox identical to our *extent of “Oh, of course I would never slip you poison….[!]”
3.324 Affirm it, means it means, I’m firming-up in the mid-section
3.325 This, thus it, of by, this I be, an *Arbitrary Proposition—[?] The only possibility I know, is: baby we battle. Neurotically, verging on the dedication of a *Saint, similar to the blood that, engaging our *wounds, that anguish from the first I *cry, to the final *gasp we give & then attempt to take us *back. This follows my logic of language, however arbitrarily, I tries you see, I tries—[!] to explain this *interior I *engulf is a *World of my belief supposition thus, not another, not a fucking *Word
3.326 Only in Briefs can I function & this is & has always been the case
3.327 The Day of it pro to be an endless day of *porn & this is my Supposition—[!] Thus this day is *swarming itself into *Face, quite so, thus I will give myself *release to prove my *existence right from this very in white—to—sight I *form. But then, upon opening the eyes, I see that I am back to the square in the Form of X, as the rest of the *World seems to *Z or, reverse itself & this is becoming quite *clear, as is, the *Violence I *Limits. *This only matters, in so much, as I dispel an indeterminate though *hefty weight of “My Lord, how I *despair” in this weakness, in which, I have sought to overturn, so to *slum out of this *Prison, so that I might fully perceive of my inextricable *Fall, as in, “I fall towards the anti—ugly in a way” as in, this way I may—[?]
3.328 As we Exist, as we exist to exit, out the Back, in order to multiply or, droppings. The only causality, shall be logic from “A’ from the shitcan says Fa-la-la-----la-----la-la & this thus *Truths my very *occurrence—[!] Oh, the *truth-functions, are true—[ily] throom—[ing] through me—[!]
3.33 Oh, this *state is trash, as in, a trasheap of translating the same truth of *The Truth, instead of speaking of what is essential--------àThe View from Here, let me ask, how is my Hair—[?] Ah, an “A” of the neurotic “A” = an entirely callous affair. Thus, to Question all Signs, all Features, all Propositions, in order to culminate in the Thought: this is how I tomb
3.331 Are also of may my *Body *Spatial *de—sign compulsively upon one another, however the possibility of “P” for “A” is the propensity in which my *True side rides
3.332 Thus, any Pp is my logic—[!]
3.333 They take their child to elementary school. It is that simple. Yet, this shall not *confirm to, or as, a postulate, that in all *actuality if this *child, exists or does *not Exist or shall or *Will.
3.3331 The above statement, was obviously Elementary reasoning, but I thought it would be beneficial to revisit for a refreshing course “yes, I would like it *rare”
3.334 With the thing it—here or, them hear to the were will we dispose of their *Bodies over there be then = *be to stands into it’s *own in disposing naturally, of all unnecessary object, is any of *Them that objects—[!]
3.3341 No no, we shall wait for the next cumdumpster
3.34 Thus it begins the Same (same) the *state (same) sight (I same). The anger of these accumulating propositions or, rather the *anger that is boiling in my *loins is occurring, as if, in another *Time, removed from the experience of my own *mind, as if, this *Body was in fact, it’s own *construction of my *interior *World in the strictest *sense
3.341 That one, was of the poorest value points us to the essence of all my *justifications are *stern yet while simultaneously, being *naïve & even this, this is the only *pisspot that I have. Kind or kind of another, it really doesn’t matter. The *proof, is always in & of this Question------->”wha—[?]” This expression in a way then, thus then can be viewed can as a prototype my dearest shitcans. Through this, our *reality is increasingly becoming a will of “A” to *burp in a “P”. That would be the *logical explanation, that if correct, in *being this that I *express then either *You or *I, must for the love of all that is glob, my god, we must *Object
3.3411 By a “construed” further *consumption one shall have to engage in a so-called trimming of the *reducibility principle of the *Body in *Bowels, as in the inner—in—independent, *is going on/in
3.342 The state since quite qualms, calmed me quite well. The further investigation of *affairs, as yet beyond, as yet to be determined, of course, within a *Belly that is hidden from the demeaning meaning of *Logic & Oh look, a Bear—[!] Oh, this quite—[ily] can further *contaminate my *Affairs, in a primitive sense, that is, in such a *view, where that, whereas everything would become *Pictorial again, even in agreement, if you will, in the *mirage of the penetrable, O’ flee from *Thine eyes in which I so obscurely *Thirst
3.3421 It’s such that “A” as a continuing propositions, exponentially ages in each *vile proposition.
3.343 Achieved variable with one another to stand on. For that this points to the construction of propositions, while simultaneously attempting to *obliterate them, it is akin to these dueling sides continually shitting in each other’s *assholes. But then, there is the *I thought that *one “O’ grab it before it has time to take another *dump—[!]”
3.344 Kinds be correlated into a logic of retardations & this determines of such, the application that indeed, these are not the *thoughts of a *madman acting as an *Intellectual. Au Contraire—[!] & this is the only *logic that matters to mutter
3.3441 Therefore, what the PP is this shit about—[?!]
3.3442 Or, how the *Body is congruent to the one, that constitutes the logic of a *speaking *ass where *facts surrounded all that I had ever *loved. Thus, that to are, is it’s are to itself. Or, simplest that going “in” as “A” are as a de—sign that cannot be penetrated. This follows this as that follows *this seeing of the self, as in, O’ to the features, which combine from time to *Time, I find *Butter everywhere—[!] Naturally, this is love’s possibility. The *ecstatic possibility that is apparent, as it is *Grand, as in the *grandeur of my own cohesion, that takes place in a life of the utmost *reality. Thus the *ecstatic tumult of being without *Love. In this sense, I find that I am sure—[ily] *Shaken. This too, is never without *emergency is the most *distant of all my possibilities, that discontinuous my own living outside *individuality. This is the simplest of *desire in us or, the *ruptures that come to the stirring of us to remind us, of the *ecstasies that await us in *Excess. This negation, or the thought of it’s *negation, is what provides me with a constantly swerving towards the *bosom of *Terror. A life without *Excesses, a life mere—[ily] unto a sad *Death before us, as in, *fearful within thus & of & in, only *itself. This is the *one *Sign of life, *craving that I shall *acknowledge, as it *stirs so *violently within me, that this *Violence, has shown me the *Hell of my own I *Heart
3.4 & with wha—[?]
3.41 If we are mere—[ily] propositions, then we can Manifest nothing—[!] Pssshhh to propositions, if in, the upturned *will would put a *Face, to the, are we now in Face—[?]
3.411 Be *I, i.e. am so—[?] + how I was then, Surprised to admit, this possesses my *State, upsets all that is the great *Obscenity of which I dream, in my own uneasiness of the *physical life or, how I *crippled in all that has *possessed me in the *proposition I *sense
3.42 This, is the *Violent condition of out *Confrontation, of which, I *command that the intrusion, if it must, must *slums me to Bed
3.5 To think, I am *joking would to be *being in a *delay of which, when you open your *eyes, you *see, only my *Projection still, is all that *remains.
