Articulation

 

and yet, absurdly they call the individual ‘MAD’, as in turn, the psychologist, as in soliloquy, they accept wait large, psychologically speaking,?;

so philosophically, the schism we impose, is simplistic, and change only comes when it does not want, so eventently, change, in the context of amelioration, it is made reprehensible by society, then conversely, madness, can be contextually defined, and it should be ascended why do you want better?; so madness, if applicable, is a diffrent teleology, and tautology, as an end with meaning, and, if that is refused, then what is not the question, but why is so, from which the ‘MAD’ cannot reply, philosophically speaking?; but in truth, philosophically educated as taught can, so ‘madness’ is to accept the social malaise, and they propagate is so.

Psychologically Speaking

Why bold ?
It’s appropriate
part four of four

Hostility

 

But, it is not, without it, what would one deem to lose?, In the context of material, and so,the psychologist, as the vanguard, of, this state of wanton hubris, is an economic regulator, and they against the economy, as it does not apply too as such, and is superfluous, and it seems primarily, it is the latter who are psychologicalised, when it is little more, the. A economic spasm, to protect the economy, from the schism to disillusion, of itself, as stated by its own superfluousness? And again why psychologists came to be, and why they speak? And where, the many, do not inherently listen, as diachronically they are too overly conserved, about other matters to be concerned, with in the aspects of ‘contemporiry’ ‘issues’ as espoused, by the psychologist, for conceptually, to be justified in any society, but, is not, for the sake of society,one of amelioration? and of acceptance, and, if it is not acceptable, as the psychologist suggests, and do , so contextually, the dilemma for the psychologist, is this, they adhere to the pedagogue, as psychologically, the psychologist, has similar allusions, as , they accept out of resignation, as opposed to affirmation, and condemn others who do not adhere as such, solely because, out of resignstion, the psychologist does, and the psychologists call others ‘mad’, because conceptually, with the unrelentingness of psycho-speak, to the point of prosk prolix, do so, because ironically, the psychologist, solely, being as a psychologist, in turn, then by association, defines ‘normality’, solely by semblance, but , conversely not order, and is conclusive, solely by the plethora, of their profession, and their machinations as psychologists, and as psychologists, proves, they cannot coherently defines society, and sanity.

part three of four

Struggle

 

Which the psychological does not subscribe too, and yet, still adhere as conversely, is a paradism, as diachronic, is in turn, a realm of psychological, which gives the psychologist, justification, to be over others, who do not speak psychologically, yet know it in the context, by their ways of pedagogue, which the psychologist has to subscribe too, to be as so, which ironically, does not subscribe to them, but merely utilities them, for the slice of utility, economic, political, or otherwise, and, from which, the psychologist Cate to be, and it appeals, to be antipode to ‘society’, in the current context, is total heterodox, and as ‘society’ currently is, as not to be up for scrutiny, due to the fact, without it , what would be done ?

 

part two of four

All’s fare for the love

Of
War

Why bold ?
It’s appropriate

Psychologically speaking, is just psychologically speaking, and does not correlate to direct communicative inter-relstions, the psychologically imbube, are only so, because they regard the foundation of society, and the aspect of its institutionalism, of what is the essence of being one, once accepted, is now reneged, and the psychological over the philosophical, on the whole, because, the former, is the one that putatively knows reality, when conversely the very reality as such, is not psychology to know oneself, as the self of theirs,in this case, is not applicable, to society even, and yet it provides it relevancy, over itself, and in turn is as over others, in society,who do not psychologically, adhere to society, which purports to to give the psychological putatively to know, others, and fly to ‘rectify’ others.

part one of four

 

Capitalism, and, the “ART” of delegation

The great deception of all capitalist societies, is, the more busy you are, in the essence of work, them the more productive you become, and, putatively, the more beneficial you are, in the society you are deigned, to be of; but this very essence of the protestant work ethic, served, a purpose, originally, and , at its inception, as the essence of work, and its industrialness, was, inter-related to god, indeed, the harder you worked, then, the more of a chance , you had, of going to heaven, despite, the pre-destination of Calvinism, then, later,Marx pondered on the utilisation of capitalism, and capital, and, how, the worker is fundamentally abused; and primarily, the reason why capitalism exists today, is, because, the worker, in the accident of Occident, were, on the whole, forever, aesthetically imbued, as we see with the world wide burgeoning middle class; alas, it is a chimera, but, the capitalistic pedagogue, with its utilisation, of augmenting a putative meritocrisl society, and, capitalism today in 2017, has metamorphosed , after, two world wars, and the rise of postmodernism, which noourghht the loss of god in western societies, and, as a result, postmodernism,

Ever Decreasing Circles

Dis-assgiate from the realm
Ever decreasing circles
No longer willing to play the game
Ever decreasing circles
And the friends and foes you had
Ever decreasing circles
Was it not forever collusion anyway?
Ever decreasing circles
The crimes you have done, you don’t do anymore
Ever decreasing circles
Because the dime no longer influences though
Ever decreasing circles
And yet here you are . . . alone
Ever decreasing circles
But do not dishearten, do not dismay
Ever decreasing circles
As that’s what you wanted
Ever decreasing circles
For the august solitary day

Stages

Stages
Contain rages
And the grace of our lady of ages
Stages
Turn the pages
Read those in self imposed cages
Stages
Searching to find all things Divine,
But still we settle for the dust
And squalor
Stages
Once more again?
Or to dwell where in truth no one remains?
Stages
That which to end
Or plan to begin
With the end in sight yet again ?
Stages
God or man?
If we choose, then it is not accept
We were ever born to lose?
Stages
Structure and base
Always accepting forever our disgrace
Stages
Mum or dad
A place in the country
Or a luxury pad
Stages
To live or to die, you choose?
Or is it me,I,they ,you ,we , them, or thy?
Stages
Life or reality?
Always accepting our fragility
Stages
Accepting the game
Because in truth no one knows that which ultimately is our real name rages

A poem dedicated to Donald and Kim

Donald and Kim
two little fat men, both with atrocious hair just like Baudelaire, but not so contrail sublimate their desire
with their nuclear fire
whilst they secretly watch porn, and the many still conform
you have the ground behind you, which really is a mob, and whilst you breath and talk, they’ll believe anything, even if you sqwark
if you knew what you were doing, you would not do what you do, and when death eventually comes, you’ll regret rien? and that is not exactly you.
for consternation of mind, lead to desolation in time, and, as for you, capitalist and communist, its time, for P.T.O
a new ideology, which will be divine.
thank god for nuclear wrath, as it gets rid of the trash
and that is you Donald and Kim
now smoke your secret stash
and if the bombs do drop, and you and your own are no more
just remember
people like me, will continue forever more.
and you both, as history to come will attest, you were both glitches and schisms, and the real reason why you subscribe was to conceal your internal strife
as dialectically speaking
your ideologies
are both eternal bores
as with all wars were before, but will you do the same?
and just remember
if nuclear wars comes
when you are all gone
then
Jesus
will continue on
forever
and ever more
and as i speak for many
and you both speak to your select few
whether democracy of tyranny
both
are born to lose
despite what you both
do
and now, on a lighter vein, which is none the less profound, from which you know, whom i both castigate, to they both, who breed hate, and after what i say, will have no place left to go, HA HA HA, HO HO HO
don’t do it don. don don’t do it, for Kim can’t kill, because Kim is ill , and together, they both need anti psychotic pills,
for i am the irreleventist, check the blog, you ravenous dogs; and, just remember, who is the real god, and when you are both dead and gone, my words, will linger on, and you will both be immortalised, for what i have done to you, for the deeds you both do wrong , and that is forever your sojourn,
And hell-bound you both shall soon know, all because you could not say no, and together you both shall see, you totting living corpse , in the day light breeze, HA HA HA, HEE HEE HEE
both your lives, in forever purgatory, as you are both in the image, where the cameras glare, and the many who watch , also obliviously stare,
Woe your bringers of death, in bodily form, and death, I shall return to you, in the form of words, to batter your brains in to submission, because you both lack contrition, and I shall drive you both insane, for I am the irrelevantist, and that is my game, and holy be thy name.
And, as you both know what I say, the charade you both play
I done the same
And the world, which you, and I, both despised
Is no longer I,
Welcome to your awful day, and as in organised crime, was once my only rouse,
Both you, against me
Would lose, how profuse
Whilst I the irrelevantist, now vociferously declaim, as I know your game, as I done the same, I say again
And as you are both little daddy’s boys
And now you have nuclear toys,
Just remember
You are still little boys,
It’s Oedipus gone wrong, as infanticide was you daddy wont, from which daddy eschewed, and now, you both, have something to prude,
OH, you silly little boys, it’s time for both your beds, and time to sleep, and not war. As it is your dad’s you truly abhor,
Because, in truth, they knew who you really were
As do I
As I see a year in the corner of your eye
Concede your death
Before you die
Only then , can you accept defeat, as that is life, and it’s not complete,
And, then you will know what I say
And become a man
As I am today
Only then
Can you truly blow the world away
HA HA HA, HEY HEY HEY

The Power of Madness?

The beauty of being called “mad”, in the societal structure, in the West, or, as I prefer to call it, the accident of the occident, is that you are left to your own devices; and, I reiterate, the beauty of being called “mad”, in this context, is, that no one will give you a job, fundamentally, you are unemployable, which, is excellent. As the greatest problem with work, in the contemporary context, is, it hinders individuality, and deters one from thinking, and contemplating, an original thought; from which, due to the beautiful unemployable status, due, to the fact, you are deemed “mad” in the accident of the occident, is that, you become the responsibility of the government, which is excellent; as, even though one is deemed “mad”, sustenance is still obligatory, and, the government, gives money to people deemed “mad”, in the occident, which is fantastic; and, even though, one is unemployable, if the government, gives one money, for to be deemed “mad”, the objective, is, achieved, and, that is great.

As I always find it esoteric, as to why, “people”, would work? For rectangular pieces of paper, and, now plastic, and bits of metal, commonly called money, and, if madness, is truly applicable, then, to work for the concept of money, is, absurd; when, you, can have a diversion, just accept the title, of “madness”, and money, is given to you, for nothing, which as it should, and truthfully is, whole and correct. From which, once you are deemed “mad”, in the society, in which you dwell, you, are given carte blanche, to be yourself., and that is pure power, but, I ask you friend, whilst you strive, and, find it turgid, and, my un-facetious perspective, to which I relate, actually mad? Ha ha ha

PS. Just because you all do the same, it does not make it sane, as time and time again, history attests

Ta ta

Your Mother Is Your Mother, Your Father Is Her Brother, You Are Like No Other, You Are The Aristocracy.

The Class System In The World Today

I’m often perplexed, by the concept of class, in the context of societal structuring; with regard to class, in the context of societal structuring; with regard to class in this context, why would you wish to pursue class?, When you done class in school, and when you were in school, you hated class, so it seems curious, one who is filled with hate, as their childhood pertains in this fact, then, filled with hate, then, do something immensely spiteful, when they reach adulthood, and pursue class, and its structure, in the societal context?; But it proves one thing, and that is=

Hate is as hate does

Such is life?