"Well, I thought it was already abundantly clear: I have every reason to fucking Party" - Boris Izsus
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4.1 Now *here you go *you go & become Distant, *you begin waving your desperate “arms”------>”I’m not mere—[ily] an Object—[!]” To which, I surely Object
4.11 An oomph in speaking. O how I shall become so *Transcendental—[!]
4.111 As if describing the sore, which was the more so sore I feel, described my mechanics too fully to be understood.
4.112 Belonging along the *to be nothing associated with Logic. This drive of a life view-point, is what employs me. Particular symbols, model on organisms as axioms yet, they be only particles. Thus, anything containing rules, must ultimately become causalities. This, is the one fact that forms.
4.1120 Russell went & thus, made a point. That is all I have to say about that. This, eventually will be the sum of all propositions, in a sense, of things thinging to anti—I, signify. Thus, things, may or can or, is I be = so only to express. & this, physics up all my properties which are ingested investments that negate the *World as it insists on continuing to world itself outside me, which is thus, outside of *everything
4.1121This proposition indeed, could very well be, the penultimate description of my “my oh my, how you do so surely you rise”.
4.1122 There is a man, being a “Q” to affix the fix that I regard as nothing more than puke. I will not go into a further description of him at this Time.
4.11221 The only thing one should remember (well, there are many things, but this above all else) my recatoom *is proof. Though primitive, this is best case-scenario possible, if you will: the X by—[etc], you see
4.1123 The proof of my foundation, itself is a proposition thus, at any time, I could go poof. Thus, my propositions are Failures yet, point to a construction, already unavoidable that makes all of this so Objectional.
4.113 Suctioning oneself upon Objects is a contradiction
4.1141 & this is the *Great Contradiction, as I Object to Objects that are objectional to be so in love with I, *Object. & this is what must be, is the will to be & will be.
4.114 etc—[!] The value now, is in understanding, not again, in the rot I got. This makes my hypothesis a putty consequences for “A” indeed this pictorial the proposition with as mesh to “all I have given” to I, be & not correctly the same so. I had heard a *Sound, that was more common than *I & *I do not cling to it, as I was told it bring a *World to me unwhole. Thus, the goal is to markus the *Barborous, as in, if this is *about *Space “then trim me well” to a construction in which I will ultimately expand & *swell.
4.1141 There is a sunlit *Room that I have always warmed to, to sit with you, yet these days, it escapes us & thus: we anti—communicate on through
4.1142 Admittedly, “A” is not right or, is not *There. Thus, whenever we composition, puts *words to words on page, think of him *fondly, as in think of “A” in a way in which, you would *fondle him *fondly, as it corresponds to your own internal *truth-function expression.
4.115 O’ shit, it’s all despicable, attempting to wriggle itself out wriggling *out of being *despicable
4.116 All that that *is, is not *liberated thus, “gee-whizz, lie to us” while I lie with you in our lying “well I” *never did to head
4.12 The Fact, is the *my *event makes the Victims. The sign of this, in the End, is the operations stands, as in I *stand to operate in the same elementary notation, that I know I can. To *Suffer, is to *Judge or, the *Sacred, I Object, in a rhythm of pulsating lines, that to Introduce you, to the circulation of these *Things, first I must *tell you in a cold sufficient efficiency
4.121 Is there a possibility that is, the philosophical *Conquest I, *man—[?] A meshing to facial facializing everything, everything must be thrown out of point, at this point, I should probably stops, I *speaks—[?] No, no I shall not, for two heavy heads’ll give way to too small, I *Face. In a sense, this appeals that we are done. & incorrectly so—[!]
4.1211 Let *Him know, that I follow no truth-functions to only further *Hymn
4.1212 We like to *Picture, that which does not *Exist thus, a state’ll occur, in a relation of language towards a manifestation of *Truth----------------------->that after 30 years, is better to descend happily in the *bowel of *desire or, enter hesitantly through the door, where resides, perhaps, the *Beast of all my unattained *Joys—[?]
4.1213 To that describe this sensation, would be one that utilized *Signs, through the lack of other, more proper, *I means, how I thought, to go to bed, to let *C or *V in part, to part & be *apart of my *World
4.122 External, *that, that this is, a that is, *that, so let it be, namely, *That to be it, since it’ll be *that, one way or, another that
4.1221 In the *real, a shadow is self-evident that contains, they *there, there is a way to disguise & thus enable oneself to be not just of a *sign or, an imaginary *desire, suturing itself out in *vain & shall to will the wilt to *become to—err so.
4.123 It’s okay my cumdumpster: I *produce in the same expressions examine the *mark or, I *rule you vis—a—vis. Thus-------->field me *False, if false—[ily] is what you shall do so, to *Order the fate *forming so *copula, so *fully so fx us so.
4.1234 What is what—[?] If this all is the, is characteristics of another, stepping out/on negative for a form—[?]
4.1235 There There------------------->a *We, is the only we is the only thee in we
4.1236 Thus---------------------------------------------->no we weepme
4.124 The proof that which, of which, is this ontoing *This which, is getting-it-on superficially with “C”. Most of this *Action, if any, are the *vile verbs of a former *form.
4.1241 Facts: a slaying way, of betraying us all in non—differing ways
4.1242 or, etc—[?] It all gets the best’ya
4.12421 Thus, to first—[ily] *Master someone else’s grand *Contradiction
4.12422 Behind the *Head behind, the *Fixed to *Flexed behind, what *Lies before it behind
4.1243 In the End, we are without anybody *inside, can only be described as the *projection of a retracting *Thunder I, *clap
4.125 For all these propositions slice into something akin to *Salami. This, is a probability this, is a limitations in something, in me probably. Thus, to “or”—field, with the equivalence of the attempt at, I have every intention of sniffing your armpits----------------->is an attempt, at describing the truth-possibilities of my intentions, are constant, are constantly shifting to *NO Y—[?] Because the “A” & instead I, *said--------------->if we use numbers for *sense, we are to be not merely reduced to numbers, but rather, *reduced, without a *doubt, to Human *Turd Torpedos. This is a problem, that I shall not allow to live-on. Possibly I am the cannot concept properly or, the *Infinite ass in I’m bubbling forth to a barreling down symbols shitty shitting I, *sign.
4.1251 The use of this, as in, the utilization of *This, would be akin to a “bitch you frontin’—[?]” Oh I *kid, so onto the pictorial pressures only upon nonsensical jaws the *Bowels I, *leak.
4.1251.1 One of the saddest sights in this World, is a man with jowls I, will have to become accustomed to this, is a relation, accordingly of writing affairs, are *inadequate, are thus a should this—[?] Yes, yes to be a kind of agonizing equation of *Spatiality we, *tomb to what—[?] To *all that is already to *True you through to you speaking as another is how I *Action you. F to all *Names & the whole of *Newtonian Scale, as already I have proven that X—is to—“A”≠ P—is the—X—[es] that *Vexes—[!]
4.1252 What *constitutes my *Heart—[?] What *gives it reason to *pump—[?]
4.12521 I have not a clue to you to how we would get there from where we are, as in, we *are *here. Propositioning all that is useless, all that too framing itself as a certainty I, *reason. I sense, *Truth is thruth—[ing] you further to nonsense & we only have so much *Time, so much for all I had *sought & thrust me into a *begging belonging to a proposition, a *law or, an “IF”—which if, was not a matter of if it is unpleasant
4.126 Two motherfuckers keep peering at me in, the darkness, everything is the anti of *Simple. We are never, all too clear, was so clear, there are neverever any known I, *position. In a *Condition, that is, I position us so, so to make all the I Objects, elementary—[ily] our own *private I, *speaks. & never, only on or, this was the *Word in a *World. The reasons I Object, should be self-evident & chewed I did, right through to *You to accept—[?]
4.127 Meaning-------->this meaning only so much, as we are to independent ourselves from the *Event. This recognizable nonsense, is not so sense to non—a—non—[!] There is this *Other that slips to sleep below me & construct this *expression of an *experience upon me. I distinguished this *Fact, from facing a helpless form I, *Construct.
4.127.1 I would like a meaningful *Massage. For “A” this thought I, not to *False
4.1271 All this is evident & all this, assumes a form, as a net, as a nonoccurrence slipping right past the grasp & capture the means towards, this is a meanmean I, *Thought.
4.1272 Thus, the *Body’s racket against other I, *Body the embodiment of an I, *ellipses. Where *IT rises, I will rise & overthrow up to it. Putrefied in order to anti-deaden this I, *state---------->*being, as in laying on I, *fib you not------------>I have a right to my *anatomized all I have given, all I would rather *nothing to mark on+operationism this attempt to logically side-step we to “A” is another “Q” or half of one, in which it’s solution would my multiplying to I, *bury away
4.12721 The *Mark, on all our faces this I, *picture stark—[ily] how the *Heart grows to a cloak—[ing] *snark in the *dark
4.1273 The fx of this assumption, assumes my *Ascension shall be common to all that *Z. Thus, my own interior existence is not dependant, is of, how I, *Space against the *Trace
4.1274 What particulars about this, are out, as in out—of—date—[?] Pp, is a term, that terms our *Lives in terms of how beautiful it is to *Ground. Now that part, was a sense towards a truth-arguments all that are, is that of, is of *That. This ne things of the *obvious are *oblivious to how beautiful you make me
4.128 Everyday is a slide covered with spasming *Sphincters. This, by itself, is a description of I, anti this *Space
4.1211 As in, to be Formal—[ily] changing the Pace: “I would like to formally introduce you to”—“this Giggle that erupts”—“when you’re stripping to negate an Obstruction so”—“Now, we are all fucking Exposed”—“You Box me on/in is the Deepening reach”—“[ing]—the Gorgeous part of Evening”—“when we Part the House, under”—“The Door, when opened behemoths between your”—“Odor creeps, in my Teeth”—“are sore in this Anatomical dependency, Broods”—“Buried beneath a Boob”—“Smiling in a Crowd, you make this”—“It’s difficult allowing Shit to Fall”—“In Place, I’m perfectly, Small”—“Secretly, she would Cry”—“A Trail leading to Tempers & The Clot”—“I’ve Got, every fucking reason to Party”—“& note to self: your Head, will be served on a Platter”—“Overshadowing all the Laughter, suddenly”—“This has become a Parable of how you resemble a VD”—“Reaching towards the Iconic”—“Pumping a Fist, in the Afternoon was Thumping”—“Every Room harbors a Lie, lying in with the Few others you knew”—“When I break down, some”—“Assistance, please”—“The Enemy of the Mouth, is seethethee”—“This became a Reflection”—“Defined, by The Murder, ending to”—“A New Kind of exit”—“& The Consumptions that shall fucking Follow us all”
4.1212 This, is the clearest way I can convey to *Him, how much I *abdominally Love
