touch hole

It is raining, my records are covered in cat hair. This abject epistemiplogical excercise might provide solace, I, like all of us, have forgotten its limits. Reflected off of the sink was the idea that to be earnest is never far from having earnings. Some of us make sense out of guitar solos, I rhizome into misshapes.
Disquieting is not loud, it is the absence of peace, which can be kept quiet. Obviously and Remarkably are not the same thing at all. Touch hole.
Let us consider for a moment the guitar/voice dichotomy. Ever in conflict-harmony it is strange that one has come to signify the other in a large amount of musical discourse. The guitar solo is a particulary interesting example of this, the way it functions both as a lyrical appendix to the text of a song, or a dionsyan indictment. Nervousness and indecision suffocate my credit; paying attention to where the water goes and, no, but really is not the prelude to our world. Gestures of silence are always judged, thus silent never is truly silent. Consider the six strings without endorsement of our will and the numbers are always already nominalizing the sonic landscape. Was Language Poetry's optimism directed toward inducing contemplation or trepidation? Literally and sonically, discomposure contains both. The way time is expressed is not really. For example: can there be violence after hegel?(DAF) Ritual after exchange?For where do we find ourselves: agents of culture or victims of culture. bloodied. What sheds when we bloodshed; white sheets and fists can do a lot of things. A plastic toy gun put inside a little asshole. Think of what your parents did for you. The world sucks. Swallow as much as you can and secrete. Our happiness shrouded in mock militance and cynicism. Too bad, in other words. Is humor the compression of circumstance? Kink and slaughter yourself into the middle way. The mind perceives the body's death and the body perceives the minds death: in between we make up metaphors, we drink diet cokes, and otherwise medicate. The abstract is not in friction with commitment, nor is it learned, when the absurd becomes rational it is no longer pragmatic. beautiful is not in friction with the inevitability of our own implications. If "philosophy" is a disease than mediation is infection.