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carpe diem quisque

chant this... writing is an extension of thinking: it's not an invitation to speak... writing is an extension of thinking: it's not an invitation fo speak... no where was it ever disclosed that this was written to be immediately regurgitated in the frame of oration... it would ask that it be first digested...

carpe diem quisque: seize the day... everyday...
some would also call that... a guarantee:
with the drudgery of work...
or sex and pistons / rubbing the magical
aladdin's lamp or licking the oyster just so
right to ripe: and open with a portrait of
onomatopoeias and... the five vowels looking
for consonants beside the HA and the AH...
carpe diem: or the sabbath ritual...
is anything essential ever
captured... or merely... waited for... moss growth...
rust... what i am trying to venture
to say: what kierkegaard already
said... people have this... desire...
to fight for a freedom of speech...
without really wanting a freedom to think...
by extension: writing is an extension
of thinking... rather than speaking...
it has an ontological "geometry"
of wanting to branch out...
rather than implode: echo...
from what was said...
     whenever i think of this
this most cherished h'american right:
the freedom of speech... i get all itchy fingertips...
and so when i am presented with arguments...
this... freedom of speech?
it starts to... feel a lot like drowning...
my voice will drown in the democratic whirlpool...
my voice will drown in the democratic sea:
   a wave of protests...
6 weeks of playing games with
the omniprescenceof a virus of a toenail of "god"...
write? oh yes... sign me up... but... speak?
    i quiet enjoy thinking...
shoot the messanger that this
here: new-old medium of bypassing
editors and the printing press...
that this can be most immediately
bypassed: thought and doodled...
well... i still don't feel like speaking...
i don't feel like speaking...
because i find it to be equal to drowning...
a voice of freedom in a democracy...
staged so... globally...
if to speak is to not drown?
then yeah... the daily ration
of 2 cigarettes and i better smoke those...
i'd rather...
         as long as this scribble isn't
seen as a freedom of speech...
but a freedom of thought...
                 i'll be all well and good...
benjamin ivanhoe master project of mythology...
            ergo? i'm either growing older
or becoming more stoic...
that one is: beside one's becoming:
that plateau or that oddity of a status quo...
hybrid mephistopheles or
a crooked: one foot longer than
the other...
           to jump to "conclusion":
that writing is an exercise of speaking:
that i have somehow...
made this writing: by writing alone:
a credit of a freedom...
writing is a debit of thought...
stoicism then: is it a form of patience...
or is it... a form of indifference...
crude that these two antonyms should
be grieving coupling...
patience is a virtue when...
indifference / apathy is a vice...
but... through: the arrogance of youth
coupled with the senility of old age...
34... i should be hopeful:
as designated - to be in my...
some... variation of a prime...
         in vivo: essentia...
           in vivo: existentia post-mortem...
and death: forever the unavoidable
subscriptum...
          this is no freedom beside
the freedom of thought...
who's to... cling to the teleprompter
of the media ditto-head spew:
ripe baron of the made: tender duck breast...
best cooked with a stature of veal:
to... 130°F... undercooked pasta?
i can stomach that... undercooked duck,
pork or beef... i can stomach that too...
undercooked chicken? are we inviting salmonella?
undercooked potatoes... are we having teasing taste
marathons of: peanuts blitzed up?
sandpaper for a tongue?
the quirky avenues of freedom:
at least... decently displayed...
no one says so: within a breath
of oration: no one should speak...
film themselves... and talk...
simultanouesly... overcooked pasta? we're not
ever going to be friends...
overcooked rice: we're having pudding?
it's hardly a freedom when it can... at best:
be given rhetorical theatre of politics:
for the house of representatives...
and chanting rights for the dumbing
down of the populance: irked...
such a freedom where the middle ground
is akin to standing on sand...
writing is an invitation to speak!
last time i checked bypassing editorial
"censorship" led me to believe that:
writing was and forever will be...
an extension of thinking...
to reiterate... to reiterate... to reiterate...
                                                          thus: to end.
MatthewConrad
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