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<article>
<h2>Water melon</h2>
<p>
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.
</p>
<h2>Conforming anti-irregularists</h2>
<p>
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.
</p>
<h2>Ambiance</h2>
<p>
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.
</p>
<h2>The mundane</h2>
<p>
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?
</p>
<h2>Idea terrorism</h2>
<p>
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.
</p>
<h2>The membrane</h2>
<p>
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.
</p>
<b>I wrote this completely clean and sober</b>
</article>
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