Living in a caravan. Masturbate in the morning. There is a cow at the window watching me. This put me off. It had a big brown eye watching me wank. Now the day is off kilter so I run out the door bare shouting at the said cow.
I denounce feminism and all her evils.
Wandering down the country lane elliptical. A battalion of wheelie bins come over the top at me declaring. I have weapons. Shotgun and stick and take on the wheelie bins. Neighbours scream and shout. ‘What have you done to my bin?’
A sea of strewn enemies. Their innards (old food packaging etc) flowing out. Sheer sublimated libidinal energy. Such waste. Council replaced bins efficiently.
Amazon because it had the A to Z design possibility and the scale of flowing out. What is the sea?
Looking out the back window of a bus at my conquest satisfying but guilt. sHello sdarkness smy sold sfriend.
I watched as the finest vets of my generation grabbed a cow by the pussy and pondered Benjamin’s immortal inspirational quote ‘behind every fascism there is a failed revolution’ because ‘behind every great man is a great woman’. Was the obvious parallel lost on you?
A threat hanging in the air with menace.
How many moves ahead can you think in chess or politics? I can think between zero and one moves ahead. Did not see that one coming.
We never believed they would hire the better creatives.
The psychometric covariance matrix.