My Facebook Bromides Broken for View:
GUILT: “a debt, obligation”
–got to give the devil
his due & dues, pay the fiddler what’s owed. Not
to be collapsed, conflated,
or confused with SHAME:
Peer Pressure forever--no pay off , no never mind.
Un-apocalyptics now &
now: cover up and deny it for the
sake of peace peace where there is no peace. When they
come for the guitars I don't say a word--what, you think
I'm crazy? What're you: nuts?
I’m waiting for Gödel’s
theorems, a-mused & leaning in
to
listen, wick trimmed, lamp oiled, chimney
swept;
special delivery one of
these days some pure idiocy
to suffer in translation,
to die for.
I’m stimulated by Varieties
of Facebook Experience:
expression, observation, insight, our own now virtual
Hyde Park commons, chorus, hoi poloi,
madding
maddening crowd &
brave new world: our common sense
to die for
& bet I’m not the only one.
Never before such
united states of mind at
hand finger tips away. & bound
to make
a difference that makes a difference. Game changing.
Ertia (Stinking Out of the
Pox) Russell and Whitehead’s
Levels of Logical Type imply that if you’re failing on one level
it may well be because you
are succeeding a level up. Could be
otherwise but it’s worth keeping in mind. Henry was a failure
in civil obedience, but marched
to a different drummer a level
up
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