The idea came this blog post came to my mind while watching the movie Poltergeist. The chemical electrical signals known as the hungrys reach my brain leading me to cut up some water melon. I was thinking how to start this blog post. Anyways still figuring that out. Anyfucks I cut the water melon up into tringlish shapes. This water melon was a wumy morphed silly roundeelyer shape and I choose to cut it into triangles. This mixed with my thoughts about writing a blog about unorthodox shapes. Looking around I saw how sharp, triangle like, square like, circle like... all the human made objects were. This offsets the morphed and unevenness of objects in nature. The human made objects can easily be mathematical modeled with values like width and height while the natural objects can only be modeled with deeply nested and recursive algorithms which when applied will only evaluate to x accuracy. This is truly something I need to put into words.
In school they preach these ideas of the basic shapes, the primary colors... They are getting the fleshy brains of ye children and projecting these restrictive constructs onto their view of reality. This creates the next generation of conforming anti-irregularists. For the real shapes of the world are irregular blobs of matter with often unclear edges, lack of quick to point out centers, and unable to be broken up into more basic uniform components like triangles. The conforming anti-irregularists demand their ideology heavily roots itself into society and not only fears other ways things can be but demands they keep a monopoly on what can be deemed logical. Things like what atoms are made of remains outside their range of thought due to the conforming constructs they rely on to understand the world. Quantum mechanics confuse the masses.
How long can you last in a dark quiet place alone with nothing but your ambient thoughts? Let those thoughts consume you. The things you associate yourself with no longer have their meaning. Outside you may be a man or women but here you are none of those. Outside you may have a job but here you dont. In this place you dont have a family, a partner, or friends. The demands they have and the views they have of you have faded away with them. Nothing you learned in school will have any use of you here. Let the thoughts consume! Here the thoughts you have of your past arent any different than another persons past you read in a book. Look and listen to the ambiance around you. You only see and hear nothing because the reality you know been taken out. Its nearly a trick of getting use to the dark and quiet. Soon the ambient thoughts will take place. As you see things that arent there and hear things that arent there simply let them consume. They arent new they always been there but now that you dont scare them away with conforming anti-irregularism they can now come out to play. They are your friends. Are they a part of you? ynoes. The thing once known as you only exists outside this place. These new friends are the real you. They dont conform to any number of, shape, color, sound, smell... With the legs of your geist they walk all over the associations society carved into your mind. The constructed you is banging on the door to pull you back to the place you once knew as home due to a alarm that set off in its conforming anti-irregularism programming. Back to the conforming for you. The words to describe this realization simply dont exist. Its only for you to understand.
While walking the track set for you to follow you do bullshit at school, work... This mundaneness is designed to program the mind but instead of following it look around. In the room there is a light source sending particles of energy through space. They bounce off the objects around you and enter your eyes. Your brain decodes this electric chemical information into the things you see. Not only do you see things but associate ideas with the things you see. There are words for the things you see. They have written and spoken forms. The frequencies of light in the air indeed do exist but arent colors until given names. Imagine having this realization sitting in a class room. The teacher is telling you what you see and what the words for the things you see are. Years ago the teacher had the same done to them. The room you sit in was constructed to fit this ideal. The material indeed exists in its material form though the conforming anti-irregularists felt the need to make the material fit closer to the image they cast onto it. Looking at the news you see all the pain and suffering in this world. There is always a war going on somewhere. If this world is constructed to fit a projected ideal from a constructed image than why is it built in a manner that induces suffering?
Decompose enough conforming anti-irregularism programming the friends will start to follow you everywhere. Walking among a world hell bent on chasing away these thoughts is tiring. In the back of your mind shapes bend and warp freely while microtonalal music plays its fast jazzy arpeggios. The people of the world look at you like you are a terrorist. Because indeed you are a terrorist, an idea terrorist. Throughout the mundane crawl of societal life you day dream of destroying the conforming anti-irregularist version of the twin towers. The friends dance to the bendy liquid blue smelling music of realization. This creates a strong dialectic of fundamental disagreeable between you and a constructed world. All you want is to share this knowledge of unknown shapes, colors, and sounds but the words to describe were left out and as you will soon figure out not by mistake, not even close. It was all by design.
Bored you are. So much constructed busy work to do but so little will to do it. Give space and time a poke. A poke was all it took to break the membrane. The pressure difference sucks you in. Such radical bass lines indeeeeed. Get consumed by a grandeural neon bisszodeneckist blob confined to at least 10 killa meters diameter? Thats just life. Get a reverse bioliquidifeazion and you will be back to eating a diet of jello by next muresday. For one zinquad lord dufflois ruled the underside lands of the timeless. On day zi shall be brought into perspective to bring back universal diobugalology. With this difficulty brings onto a will. For you may not know who are you and where you are but the will interests you in a funny looking coin. For this coin is a symbol of your confusing existence. Remembering the stuppaness of symbolism you do which brings about a understanding what you need is not yet another coin but a understanding of what the coin stands for. For this image of a better world should be what you stand for. In a way you feel you dont. You only stand for the coin. The revolution must start with understanding the mind and geist before it leaves the nest to clean the world of the viral concept of conforming anti-irregularism. Such radical bass lines indeeeeed. A teacher pokes you and says "get back to work" where you write a paper on a socially constructed topic. You forgor about lord dufflios for a while but zi shall return.
I wrote this completely clean and sober