political entry

i am political there are things that precede me

but i'm not too bothered by it any more, and i'm not saying that anyone other than me should resign their thoughts [unless you can't do anything about anything, then please resign your thoughts immediately] but the things outside of me are getting worse cool now how does this effect the solipsistic center regardless of everything there will be new things that i create in exchange for energy and when i can't get energy anymore that's when i'll think about dying. the word will be... and line in with the self, staring a sexual refutal dead in the eyes as i type this, but the word isn't this anyhow. should the word be political, so be it, but the resonance betwixt the now and a day from now staggers beneathly, and the death incurs an excemblance before naught. should the line be drawn, a line will have already been drawn, and you'll feel like me staring a sexual refutal dead in the eyes. is it okay to be doubling margins on a web site? is it worth the political division? well yes, there really isn't a division, but they think there is and so theyve willed a division beneath us. really, i believe in the same god as them too... just not the texts: because the texts are flawed and if it wishes to make its plan known it can tell me directly, thanks, and i won't use my words to express it, but the question is, where does real divine intervention begin where schizophrenic symptoms end? well, i'll leave contact for another day. it's not like anyone has any reason to take my word for it, after all, belief systems and the complacency caused by belief systems is the incredulity of the one above, because my slight interpretation different from the rest of the kits in my clergy is the correct one, and my clergy compared to th'other churches are also the correct one, and king james was sent down by god to sponsor human translation of that word, the human translation which is spoke through the word of god, yet so fundamentally incapable of describing god, yet somehow still adequate to describe the events that led those people way back when to believe in god, and also that christ is a relative of the dude? hmm... and the fallibility of word... because the fallibility of word itself disproves the infallibility of the word? but really if we're speaking in god terms then he could have just pulled the wires between our reason to somehow make that whole fucking debacle make sense... point i'm trying to make here is that you're not really a christian if you don't know hebrew

im amy case politicism is absurd and also simultaneously affects you and doesn't affect you and it's more fun to have when you act like it doesn't but everyone hates you regardless. and the way i see it that's not a bad thing at all, that's just a whole load of people who've already made up their minds with regard to you, and the work you put out, and so you don't have to appease them. why clarify? the ones who want to understand want to understand! like you've got a circle of peeps whove successfully won over their universally-inscribed human-typal prejudice, "excaped the m atrix" so to speak, and you want to focus on the whims of the peeps who see the work and don't even make an attempt to understand it? this fucking guy, right, i don't want to put a name to a name, and i don't want to put a face to a face, but i'll just call our characters here mary and cyanosis and geoff. cyanosis is a girl imbued in a crowd, the saccharist profile picture and typing mannerisms, the most easily "ragebaited", holds the opinions of others in relation to her own art opinions too damn close to her heart, holds her own art opinions too damn close to everyone 's faces cuz that's how you make it in artconsumptiontwt... you know the type, you've seen it before... a hivemind represented by cya surrounding a particular work annoys the fuck out of one mary ... mary is a social climber in the internet space, believes her losses are losses but presents them as wins, that kind of thing.. big shitshow ensues mary stalks cya cya stalks mary there's a work out there that doesn't exist now and has no visible reference that served to call out cya on behalf of mary which i found ridiculously funny and started my observation because holy shit do you not get this kind of opportunity to interrogate your own philosophy as to how you should be treating people with the help of two walking examples of people i do not want to end up as .. cya the poisonous & poisoned.. mary the venomous & ...poisoned? really theyre both heavy-neg examples of art-nihilism [dont wanna come up with a better word i just think nihilism is cringe as fuck so it suits as an analogy] just one heavy passive and one heavy active that sort of thing.. so i go hands on in the observation i talk to the people i think they respect me or don't, mary's crowd is more isolating than it is social, really, it lives and dies on sharing pure unadulterated signs to one another rather than communication of real original thought, so even though i think they call themselves online friends i don't think they're really friends at all, because they never speak to each other except when geoff is throwing his little stupid fucking pity party about random signs he picked up from scrolling incel wikis about how every possible starting condition in this guy's life went wrong, place of birth - looks - social skills - bmi - negative canthal tilt - genetics - personality - yes the actual kind of fucking guy to believe genetics in large part affect personality holy fucking shit if only that was true i could be fucking normal... i think this guy fits right in with this crowd. all based upon signs, never given anything to anyone from the inside. the thing is that all of the above can all be fixed by further introspection, enough that you finally come to the conclusion that maybe if i stop surrounding myself with these ideals that i'm a subhuman, i'll soon forget that i used to think i'm a subhuman... but really it's all just hopeless if the dude can't live without a crowd.it's all hopeless if they all can't live without a crowd. but maybe i'm just saying all this from a particularly unique point of disconnection that all of these people who aren't me don't have the privilege of. i'm in a state of `whatever happens happens i guess` right now, and i don't really know how to close this off, but there are still more things i feel as if i need to say, but i don't think anybody really cares enough to read past the words themselves and through the extra layers of brain fog... if you do, may you message me about it? thank you, i appreciate it, and please don't imbue yourself in a crowd, because the crowd's identity will become your identity, and no matter how much you may want that to happen, you can't let it, your creativity and ability to draw from your aorta and lungs and ribcage and heart will suffer, as much as your ability to draw from the palm of your hand and your fingers may blossom. or that executive ability may also suffer too... it's not unique... "everything is fake so you just need to move in your path or way okay?"