My Too (Many) Cents

 the google pixel 8 pro has shit  battery life. i know that because that's the phone i own.  a beautifully coloured cover I got the same semester I met my beautiful girlfriend. it was a reminder of colour rushing into a life. laughs. jokes. like a war veteran coming back from serving years.  keep serving the war pigs and you'll lose part of yourself.  shining the intellect of discursion. polishing the glory of extraction. its when men feel all the heat in the environment rushing to their dick. unfortunately, its not the most important thing in the world. even though we are forced to believe so. if you don't even believe that your phallus is the biggest around, do you have any purpose of living? bank accounts, cars, fashion, knowledge, spiritual knowledge a weighted sum of this. An internalized representation of a masculinity.  An objective function to optimize.  It hurts. It hurts. fluid intelligence. Magical creatures. Flourishes of lexicography. VARI...

 pushing the boundaries of an art. pushing the boundaries, its a start. rhythm and tone. metered over phones. phony truths dont last long. phony truths die in songs. there's a rhythm internally. and now make it slower. obscene stretching, consciousness blower. blows away the zombies and all the fog. The sheeps clothing that hides so many dogs.  there's danger to speaking it out. there's danger to speaking too free. screaming out into the void. the truth that screams in me. math is pattern. structured reality. shapes to repeat. shapes that complete. fractals. adapting. reacting to thought. engineering is a step away, to implement what your intention has been set upon. what has been agreed upon in your mind's eye. the victorious warrior wins before he starts his demise. this is the wrong signalling. it cannot go up. it conflicts against reality, and all the stuff that you're made to believe. The rage in feminists, must be maintained always. The noise it creates, is bu...

 Feldenkrais. Where there is effort there is no yoga.  Efficiency. Crashing waves. A slight insecurity over the truths i've accessed in the past. can truths really be forgotten? where am I now? in music. my journey with music began years ago when i accepted those bols into my life.  a musicians practice is a beginners practice to learn everyday from that which lies before you to hear the truth and only the truth in all your soundsss. to have the resilience, providence and agency to push past plateaus push past your own path the path is the style.  let your intelligence bloom whatever that keeps you away from this moment is a lie. You have already been here. You have already lived this. In your head you have gone away to a more subtle place where truth prevails. a quiet, quiet room. where ocassionally the strings play and the tune of the hard hit on a tabla rings. In that quiet, quiet place there is only love. A heat and intensity to take care of this fleshy mecha sui...