spunkmaster: lectures 8 & 9 (On the Nature of desultory dreg & whatever else is semantically on point or, feed your dog the food he needs & wants)
“…for the last time: Thy End here, shall be roughrough” – Boris Izsus
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4. Many Things determine by nonexistence, ass *piece. This, corresponds to my Inner Life as Y ≠ Yn=(ot) meshes my I, Hug here.
4.00 No, I cannot Hug you in *that way
4.001 The Form of this Thought, would limit the release of my Interior Substance—etc—[!] i.e. the proposition of this devilish or, other relations, all have recognized my irrepressible Urge
4.022 In the Pp nexus, I was the nexus to the *was, was constructing a *construct of meanings, so perhaps I was to become a *vile sign, so *picture this all *Slain yet *still so existing so.
4.003 It is *not sufficient, to be simply visual, either in Form or in Language. Only one of these can verge on the *Truth, which would be a *Trampling upon this all, to a slow-dance to show there is not a tautology affirmed that these points make. & that is only not only all that matters nor that *This, was not at all *essential to matter
4.0031 Thus, to accomplish the pooh-poohing on other’s property, by showing the same *things, in a distorted & crippled light, through the very same *property. This is the variable, this is the pussyass propensity of Language, this is my answer
4.01 There is a mode, in which we or, I shall say “To speak, is to know how to procure—[grub for]—one or, *to Fall I, be”. This, no more reduces the *Operation betrays its own motion of opening the *Eyes I set to *sore the description of how to gravely *coif us all, in a combination, under the *Names or, under the Sun, on the Side of a Man, on the Side of a Woman.
4.011 Above this all, we *must obey---------->couper le soufflé. Thus & this is to be I, say—[!]
4.011.1 This then, will begin surely so sure I am—[ily] in the *End of the numbering my, case I point, to soonsoon the other I, *events to representativization me—[!] Etc, etc—[s] this to the exclusion of all our grandest problems denote:/+++X. Fughaetta abouts it & instead do the do—de—do in, speaking in inference of my interference upon your Tongue & the corresponding means I implement my Existence in the *we to the X said “Harvester Humper Haunted”.
4011.12 or---------->The Vague Existence of the Absence of this I, this is my *Agony I, *subject
4.012 This is the one truth-condition that continually limits my logic by ideas that go nowhere—[?] Like the subject of the digression of *Ecstasy when I attempt to describe my *experiences in which “A” forms, if any, in the nonexistent say-------------->
4.0121 “They see me posed & how I *Emerge whole”--------------->from the pork —[!] The pork between *Thy teeth *states “this is the non nonsensical I, *Horn the ipse dixit is how I, trips’it
4.013 Were then, that we were but *Dogs—[?] I can only imagine then, that this means we *hang together, as in, were packed-in together, as in, we were *Hung together, to Head to lips to puckered-up the *Balls till we had no *Quips
4.013.1 Thus, a dog. Thus, a *Dog I dog dogging in my own dogged delight, alright—[?]
4.014 =/ / / / X is the proposition suitably in a *soufflé Suit of anti—logical distinctive distinction, as follows, this to two, to ordered the single *hummer of the World would equate all my ejaculations as *facing facts & the egging of expressions. Or, the One—Every ummm, erm to sperm to this is how we & our hour—[ily] report to you.
4.0141 & these are my Ideas of etc—[s]
4.0142 Similarly—[ily] I’m most—[ily] the “is”, am I is concrete is—[?] So that to be, to be combed or, combined of all my stipulated impossibilities is all------------>I make fucking *Demands. Around me or, rather outside me, extends a *World in a poorpoor situation wouldn’t make the smallest of difference. I *exist & I remain *bound or, how I smother in *lard so to picture “A” as if envisioning “A” coming in *my World as a sudden rapturous tho a sore & *paradoxical *Dog, grinding the teeth, grinding in thy great goofy suffering, grinding upon thy *thighs, grinding in a state of ridicule, grinding because no one cares, grinding in the hopes of a grand *distraction, grinding to find a new way *OUT, grinding as if to deliver *me, grinding to a stop to the destiny of a *Fool grinding
4.015 The Book in which with—[me]—which’ll bookend the bodies’ll end the logical assumptions, in fact, this’ll be how you maimed me
4.016 Both my ascension & my *maiming are possible, thus this can & will show that true—[ily] knowing is of no consequence to some / X is no, as in hence “A” hences “A” with which “A” hence—[ily] chose the logical-meaning, meaning “A” fucking solved *nothing
4.0161 In other words: I’m *Tense
4.02 Why is this constant—[ily] Containing thy Combusting Consuming Constipations—[?]
4.021 OH, the problems, of being a *Dog, is what dogs me these days, to rare it all in the Mouth & the bowing of the Head upon realizes what so surely deprives me. & this deprivation is what subsists me. In the beginning, I had not desire, I had not limit, I had not exploration of which I was to be conceived. No of the any of this was yet to be on the loose, I’m loose. I was born, I ate, I suffered, I giggled, I experienced all that could experience me & I began to behave differently. I became the slum in what sought to glorify me. I became the slum of thus upon the death governing me thus
4.022 “A” *Dog finds rest in, there is nothing conforming my affairs to *Man, say of properties, is the affirmation------>to the extent I am weary, famished & in the *Act of saying “……” smears across the mug harboring the common we flu to you groveling on the truth I, ground *Down.
4.022.1 It is in this grounding-down that the *Dog realizes nothing can ever stop or drop I, for a *Time already breathless in step, already pursued by what would attempt to undo me, already in tears, already planning my *Absence that’ll stupefy
4.023 It is of the deepest desire that barrels us down us, like holding an “A”—[X] in a fit of I, rage towards embracing the entirety of this I, made-up this *World you see, in the attempt to interfere with all that would understand me. How since, to be dissident, is to congest the *Self to affirm one’s authority that inherently’ll expiate itself & this, sadly, means *something
4.025 Then am I, in a *Sense, am I to be found in the proposition: “A” is *himself an *itself does itself hammer out an immediate world for an *out of self—[?]
4.026 The key, is to free up as much *Space as possible, so that I might stretch my *limbs accordingly so to stretch across the entire *Land[e]scape in view, so to be a fa-la-la—la—la-laaaaa I, a *falsity following—[ing] thee. For it, is *in thee that my singings truly begins to *inging. Thus, *inging signs me anti—generalized in seeinging—[?]
4.027 Outside, all of this outside is---------------------->I’m in a darker condition, in a darker grin bringing this all into place
4.03 Is this then the be I or, nor I be or, the finite I be + occurs how my Face occurs torn, occurs hardened, occurs darkened true—[ily] this is the deal----------------->all of my contradictions are clear, which again, describes all of these propositions.
4.031 & can this Mockery mean, where are “the already *There” in the End—[?]
4.0311 & can this *Anguish mean, there are many more steps to follow to *Burial—[?]
4.0311.1 To stop would be the FX of these the pang of your Hunger effects me. It is to the none being which felts the world of things in me slows, to stroke, to proposition to this giving is EZ—PZ----------->which is Humanity’s pall, pal.
4.0311.12 OH I’m afraid I’m implicated all over the place or, in the wealth of inner-nations I starved in the gulp of this sea-sickening feeling in my chest: my House is no Home in which there is but I, generally, this is a kind of general give & tug within spatiality as opposed to the wild-eyed I, Hunt in my *animalic eye
4.0311.13 There seems to be an insurmountable amount of people trying to give me a nervous breakdown any given day.
4.0311.14 Of which I shallow gallop right the fuck-over upon thy Pigeon—[!]
4.0312 in other words---------------->The Mauling of the Mechanics of this movement, came represented as cumstained concepts the ways in which I am seeing so little in restraint
4.032 This is how I fully begin to fully lose control of all the propositions, shall no longer fucking proposition me—[!]
4.04 & them outside—[?] They talk. A tumbling upon my table, a group of corps in *Coronation I, *fingerfucked all their *Facialsights throbbing in my ambient *genitals of which, produces the constituents as something or, someone as weirdly representative of *swooning in the calluses of a *Fist, of what is mere—[ily] speechmarks, mere—[ily] nothing about our frequent *Indifference
4.041 Indeed, the point as always, points-up to the Primitive point----------->in thy image is the celebration of the fore-play before the Meal. This is the surest strategy to uphold my appeal to love I, am in the, this is my *World, which takes hold of direction to imprison friend & fucking foe alike.
4.041.1 As in, YO booger I hurry—[ing] up in thy triumph—[ing] the bones burying in thy, trump
4.041.2 Thus I/++ X. Which means-------->I am skeptical of he who feeds me. There is a great joy derived in the habit of I, shittingly shit thy Body further & farther I, farmer the dumbydumb sons of bitches wind against to Face------->there is a danger in thy eyes I, anger with my muzzle in my mangy mutt.
4.041.3 & it hurts “it as is” is my life in Terror as thus follows thus--------->the crowd thus hurling itself upon thy Meal in which I, limbs to be eaten. In a sense, this is the proposition of all my propositions.
4.0412 A number. Let let’s less is a less means, to the blackest-truth of humor covered in black & applied to an elementary understanding of this *creaming World.
4.05 A different value sluts my equating love in opposition against-------->Get yr Dog Loose:
5.051 This is the Conceptual of “Oh what coulda been in Submission”
4.06 This is how maternal is meme-mommy.
4.061 However this is particular—[ily] known through the Horrid are my Tempests dogged. Thus, my loyalty shall be the erasure that erasures my sought Redemption-erase. Nobly & grandly, this measure is thy I, rage is hostility when hostaged I, capture those who unrepentingly steal from thy sweetsweet conviction in the crack-up
4.062 Thus, it is my qualm for more the Flesh the more in my Muzzle flood. I want to state---------->“…” in which my doggish limp assists this illness of gorging on what rips me from the spunk of History’s grope ups the ante of my ill I, progress in the more or less, this is all a gas holding back the great gag lifts me up in the “Ha—Ha—Ha—Haaaa—Ha—Ha”
4.0621 Thus, the Elements must egg-on the gregarious must. I was eaten & thus, I was vested in thy sexy consumed thy grace--------------->
4.063 To infer this as a “Q”, would be to say “I have a beautiful butt”—[?] As in, the dirty perfect projection of my *anti Logic negates the prior body that is itself, a little dirtybirdie in the bowl of my pit, in the bowl of mine eyes sick-out the grub, in the bowl of which *This is the & my own beautiful *World
4.063 As in------------>today’ll be very stormy & I will be a badbad man
4.064 Something which rages as existence is my exit in I, *exist in a means of mere—[ily] mudding-up all possible combinations
4.0641 Thus, the rediscovering of my *Spittle is in *Head the space, is the *Space in which I live like a *Dog or, the Figure of a *Dog that makes it all the more clear, that I am indeed, with roughrough *Body & have roughrough body to embody the roughrough *Body. Above all, this the roughrough corporeal of all that I pain in the roughrough, that is, this is a continuing portrait of all that I *Love so roughrough—[ily]
