Posts Tagged ‘aliterative

24
Feb
20

Laughing behind the news

Not quite getting the context behind the subtext, reading things into things that are not actually there (das ding an nich sich (sic)), having trouble figuring out how many races one one actually won.

Introducing the idiots guide to the noumenal world for first time users, the field guide bringing your fingertips almost within the grasp of the world outside of your own head. Been seeing shadows lurking in the shadows of walls, circles without radii, having nightmares that a puppet is threatening to interfere with your bodily functions, or waking up from dreaming to find you are stuck in a large rhomboidal, concrete box while the seas rise inexorably in a badly broken world in need of repair?

Experience the path to pure deductive reasoning without resorting to actually considering the many ways in which your perceptions irrevocable alter reality. The idiots guide to the noumenal world will add perspective, as your realise that the world could not give a shit about any of your feelings, hopes or dreams and we are all simply an entropic coagulation of stardust parsing information in an infinity of stuff that we will never understand. Stop worrying about tomorrow, it will never actually come and when it doesn’t, it will magically be today. The idiots guide to the noumenal world, today’s, today, today.

Guide only applies to your own reality, time is a construct, not a real phenomenon but none the less utilised to structure our collective entropic existence and as such can be useful, for example, when using transport. Time, the day after tomorrow and the noumenal world are legally protected entities within the big water corporation and are used with or without permission of the author.

20
Feb
20

Apples for courses

Got this crazy Chinese doctor following me around, wasn’t sure at first, but the Dongfeng parked outside the cafe where I supplement my addictions surely didn’t belong to any but a member of our version of the Medicare card swiping class and the order for a ristretto macchiato on low fat fermented mares milk sure did remind me of an episode in the Uyghur reeducation facility where I had spent the worst part of a demi-semester as barista exchange student. A few days later, when I thought the nightmares had begun to pale, a similar looking vehicle discharged the very same, or very similar, individual, now white coated, who proceeded door to door in my apartment block handing out face masks and hankies, telling our burghers to sneeze only into the armpits of the poor and to suffer these fools with an appropriate modicum of pleasure. Well, I fractured my left armpit while dib dib dobbing at a no holds barred Marxist jamboree half a century ago and ever since have been sensitive to changing levels of carbon dioxide, all literary works relating to moonbows and the imagery conjured up when I question the source of that nasty itch just beyond my fingertips. I have heard that apples help, I like the green ones but sometimes they are far too difficult to pollinate by hand, not to mention a tendency towards the tart end of the gustatory spectrum. If I have to cook them down with butter and our local version of what you call cinnamon, will this have the same effect? Will an apple pie keep reality away?