Women have got vaginas and they - those vaginas, are possibly available - for immediate penile penetration. Russell Brand has proved this. He is a beacon of successful probing masculinity. He has shown us men what we need to do and how we need to do it. Russell Brand! The man! The Myth! We love him!
Russel Brand presents himself with his teeth very frequently bared and to an extent and to an amount greatly in excess of any other 'celebrity'. It is so excessive and exaggerated as to be disconcerting, and one seeks to know of a psychological explanation or meaning, for the relentless and extreme presentation of completely bared teeth. He does it in such a way that a 'deaths head' a 'Jolly Roger', is frequently very strongly evoked.
It is remarkable and it seems very significant and redolent with a possibly concealed intention or sentiment - as if the compulsively bared teeth are a form of 'confession' of unspoken intention.
One inevitably seeks to integrate a sense of the bared teeth with other elements of the visual presentation and the general manner and demeanour of a man who would flaunt and flash his teeth in a manner unique, extreme, disconcerting and very obviously highly revealing of inner or covert intention and life.
It is as if he is presenting us with an involuntary confession. But what is it that he is confessing to? When one combines the 'Jolly Roger' Brand visage with the relentlessly and continuously symmetrically and crudely gesticulating hands and arms which implore us with an exaggerated and with artificial brute simplicity as if created to satisfy the basically developed cognitive needs of toddlers - we come to wonder at what it is that the underlying attitude to his viewers actually is.
The manner of Brand is unique and disconcerting, unnatural and artificial and it does not immediately suggest either sincerity or authenticity, but rather it suggests that there is discomfort and concealment such that a natural demeanour is impossible and that his authentic self is being heavily, forcefully, compulsively and excessively self-consciously replaced with an entirely synthetic solution to the problem of presenting to us his living being. It is a strange effect - what do you make of it?
I have a sense that there is a power in the world, and that at some stage in it’s development or ontology, civilization became a context for power elites to exist over, situated and insinuated in the scheme as a parasite, and that the existence of parasitic power elites is somehow as well historically simultaneous to the existence of war.
I think that this is an interesting point - that the power elites and war are simultaneous. War is the supreme agency of the elite's dominion.
I do not know what the final possibilities are for civilization? In relation to war, and its corollaries - poverty, slavery, usury and the current economic-growth model paroxysmal drive to convert the living eco-system of the Earth into devastating suffocating poisonous trash?
However,
I think that the existing potentials for a civilization must be formulated into a hypothesis, resolved and examined in a focus. All this has to be considered, because without a sense of potential, we are unlikely to progress.
It is very clear to me that the 'environmental agenda' has no causal link to the actual environment of our planet, which may or may not be undergoing a disaster. Such a disaster is not pertinent to the ‘environmental’ agenda - which has been formulated as a story designed to achieve some identified, but undisclosed end.
What has become clear to me also is that the current existential state is not accidental and there is no unintended component to the device as it has been fashioned and forwarded to us.
Everything that we see and all the stories we have been told are deliberate fabrications and they are artificial.
We the people, are not to be involved in the creation of what transpires in our world in any way whatsoever. This much is now fully clear. This reality is the ‘primum mobile’ of the elite aspiration in relation to us. We are to be a fuel supply in a system, but we are to know nothing of the engine which we are driving. It is to be beyond our Ken.
It is not difficult to achieve a fair society. I am satisfied that your vision for a better world is reasonable. It is a world that the ‘elites’ could manage into existence easily, and they know exactly how to do it. Achieving such would not even finally mean any relinquishment of any ‘ultimate power’ for them.
Therefore I consider what is happening here and now to be a thing of mystery and of wonder and of horror.
What a boy she was
tits up
gloves
ready there
peaceful doves
white stripping
glib ribbing
philosophy
for the plebs
what a boy she was
cunt ready
open
top of the legs
for the dregs
what a boy she was
blakey segs
what a boy she was
strike a light.
I you he she us they them
I you he she us they them me
=
I went down to the kitchen
to make a cup of tea
I looked through the window
and I saw a bird in the tree
the bird was singing
the bird was singing
to me
the bird was singing this
free totality entire utility
entity agency necessity
fair and square
in a way probability
expected random character
being creation change
nothing existence
so to speak certainty
could be pertinent
=
then
=
the bird stopped singing
and turned and he looked at me
and
cocking his head
the blue sky knowing
the green leaves feeling
the bird told me thus
=
when you see me going now
I shall be coming
albeit punctually and regardless
you are welcome
then the bird
resumed singing
=
and singing on
and singing this
=
divine actualized resolution
random process finality
frequency aesthetic stochastic
being now periodicity
chaos order contingency
nature dimension emergency
enjoyment
and
hence
and
readily
and
therefore
and
gone
=
and then summarily
concluding our intercourse in flying
so
I put the kettle on
=
I you he she us they them
I you he she us they them me.
I like to have the shaving gel that comes in a tube that you squeeze - rather than the aerosol type. It seems better and you can add in a bit of aerosol-type gel if you want to beef up the foam element of the preparation. They had Gillette Fusion ‘proglide’ shaving gel in a tube that I used to until quite recently get, but then all of a sudden it was discontinued, and you can’t get it anywhere now, and just when I was getting well into it. There is a good shop that I know, where I then consequently went, when the Gillette disappeared and I sought to find for a good alternative solution, and in this shop they had a nice selection of various in-tube gel - far superior in terms of low budget solutions, than any other shop that I know, such as ‘Superdrug’. I got myself 2 types of it, shaving gel, when I went there, and the one which I used today, that I bought yesterday, was ‘cooling’ gel and it was nice. I had not noticed that, that it was ‘cooling’ gel at the time that I bought it. The other thing is that I also got a good deal on BIC 4 blade disposable razors. I had never tried 4 blade disposable razors before. I used them yesterday and today as well, and I have found them to be a bit better and more efficient than the 3 blade disposable types which I have been using since I started to shave my head. There are less strokes required. I do my head and face in the shower and I have one razor in each hand to increase the speed of the matter. I finish off with the one hand feeling the head and the face for rogue remnants, and the other hand working the razor to bring a final finish to the task. Eventually, I was so pleased about shaving my head, generally as a fact of my life, that in the end one day I wondered if I would like it if I shaved some other area of my body, such as my arm. What happened was that I ended up shaving my entire body. I felt very relieved when I had done so. I think that the sense of relief at shaving myself all over, is originating in my sense of the meaning of dirt, which I believe has arrived in me due to my age and the fact that death is a thing of greater proximity at this time in my life than it was before. I am not sure why - but I do see that I have come to associate my own body hair as being commensurate with dirt, and the meaning of dirt is become in my sense death in the apprehension that I now have, seemingly due to my age. The whole thing is futile I suppose - to feel better, safer and more strongly attached to life itself as the outcome of shaving one’s entire body.
I propose a new vision of the orgasm
one where the pleasure is endless becoming
as a process of transformation and generation
of expanding being into a shivering and a screaming
a plasma of life actuating polarities and facts
the orgasm as quintessence of original action
unique in the medium of non-existence
the primal act of creation
if you see what I mean
because I don’t
but I am not trying to be funny
say something then oh I forgot
so anyway it is up to me then
I take it.
Old people are mad
he told me
when he was aged 20
Old people are mad
they go to bed too early
he said
although not as early as me
the one here now
usually
but he was right
nevertheless
he was right
he was dead on
I mean
old people
these ones he saw
the neighbours
they had had their future stolen
taken right away
and replaced
with some dodgy gear
aged into a world unrecognizable
incomprehensible
deliberately designed and intended
to pump up their native fear
old people are mad
he told me
and he wrote it on a wall
yes why would they not be
the continuous
the ever ongoing radical changes
are a tool of control
a way to keep the truth clear
from us
by making the old people into
meaningless outmoded cancelled
ignorant relics of dear old yesteryear
old people are mad
he told me.
How can we
tease women
and to get their goat
how can we tease women
a gripping hand
and for a tender throat
how can we tease women
how can we
throw them a chiseled groat
how can we tease women
and right to get their goat
but not like this no
that would be too gauche
too Parisienne
too remote
though and so and thus
we beg
nevertheless
to approach
how can we tease them
women
how can we deeply
satisfy delight and
squeeze them
women
and to get acquire and to own and obtain
the mastery
the condition
the female vote.
My emergency face
is cosmetically rubberized
and fully visage vulcanized
I am additionally
a yoga pant wearing
clinical and grave
guileless princess cameltoe™ exponent
a pricey ‘tramp stamp’ mutiny
slavish and ‘Coviddian’
‘quintuple vaccinee’
guaranteed
but what I want to know now
is do you fancy me
I really mean to say
I really mean really
just how dangerous
do you think that it is
that I can really be
really.