SHORTICLES II

 

 
In Praise Of Poverty (a Cull From William d Desmond’s)
 
It Is good to be poor. important even, for eventually money reaches its precipice inn time, what can it buy if not baubles, and debauchery. It inundates palls life, setting death as the only attainable goal, their job in the striving and not having. the wringing and laughing at the emptiness of one’s reach,  it makes you light and beautiful money rather weight us and make us afraid.  For extra money doesn’t mean extra happy, money has no brim, happiness does. Do away with a certain kind of money it can be quite unnecessary
The lack of money filters my friends stop the aimless attention seeking and the cheapest form of every paradise is found. With poverty (or the illusion of) I blend in with my society and attain it’s safety like Dionysus chided by Diogenes as vanity is man’s biggest vice, no one ever sees me coming  I might have million you will never know it For my humility and virtue is my greatest weapon. By working with zero I am never shaken by peripateia, the undulations of life and it’s accidents are whimsical at best.
Why would we want to be rich and inured like the dead souls in the coffee shops in Finland. when we are all rich, Obsequiousness takes center, we reach precipices and curt exchange and expression wear and tire us. Feelings were made for the retching of our souls. God likes conflict he is that bored, escalate every fight so that he can feel something
Can one say that it is good Africa is like this?, should we protect our strife by all means because it makes it still fun, and makes better music
Don’t ever progress, let the grasses grow, tell them let the snake in let’s jump in fear, engender the dependence in one another, and the peaticipatio in each other’s lives, all these formality have made us dead, Fiddling somewhere someplace motley, appreciate it’s deformity, run from the seriousness of frowns in and of the pursuit of money.
I make myself trek, for what's else is the there but the comfort of my home, share my excess to make someone else life richer, put my self in pinches and see the knowledge I gain, for knowledge is the true wealth of very soul. Money makes the mind inured and bored, the soul dead.
 
On Asceticism, Moderation And Freedom
The body is an animal must be tamed an controlled but if you can’t it will enslave your mind ,make you mendicant. Simply put if two people have 2 thousand naira to eat with and one spends only half the money since excess food is excess excreta, he is wont to buy a bike at the end of the year. And less likely to be diabetic or obese unlike the other who spends everything. Wealth comes from capital capital comes from saving, saving comes only from sacrifice.The body is an animal and must be tamed and controlled
A torn boxers serve the same purpose as a new one which his to collect the little drop of urine post urination, who will you tell that hey my boxers is torn, and coincidentally haven’t seen any porn. With  asceticism we can have free ourselves  from in-surge we consider the normal behaviour freeing ourselves from the snares of those who plan and gain heavily from the hedonistic gorge of modern society. colors like red are used by food industry to appeal to our appetite, among other things they employ  to impression on people into frenzy of their own making. The mind gets imprisoned in a kaleidoscopic and systemic mental maze.  Feel some orgasm, taste sugar ah bring out your tongue ah 20 years of your life down the drain Ha What good is money if you can’t use it for your advantage, fat kids don’t fly kites, sensate pleasure carry the same equal sensation as good sneezes.
 
Ashawo Get Boyfriend
The workplace is to be reminded of the humanity of it’s workforce else it will demonize and drone us to no end. How do we remember to question our reality if we don’t break out of it once in a while  like a cow with a VR worn, we think we are in the fields and produce the maximum productivity, But What is the true cost of labour, and who pay the price- no one,
A bricklayer will pack the sand mix in the cement and plaster the house from morning to night,To earn 2 thousand naira daily, While a mechanic will fix a fault for an hour and still collect the same wage. We who can’t offer our brain or aren't given the opportunity to do so, will offer our brawn, but with the same caution and self preservation that our counterpart so as to even enjoy the measly wage and not spend it all in the hospital industry in the flawed ethics of the protestant delayed gratification
Ashewo get boyfriend means, don’t over do yourself in the prostitution work  that you are doing because you still have to protect your body for when you retire, as you must. Do it slowly, do it lazily reminded them that you are only human and flesh and blood. They can’t kill you they need you, the least they can do is work at your pace, the pace of the universe.
 
Slime Can’t Stay in a Fire Body
Why artiste must smoke can you relay call yourself an artiste if you don’t set your body on fire, either through smoking or the quarterly mental cleanse of drinking boiled marijuana. Smoking burns your aspartame tongue the only way to remove the slime of these capitalist gorgons impeding and hydra headed they tend to use their instrument of mind control to trend you to do the selfish and unproductive will of nothing.
They send signals to your brain, through the phone, television, antennas and radio waves,  they make you think you are the shit buying junk off demon s but will smoking cigarette and marijuana you burn away the slime and dirtiness from your thoughts  set yourself light emotional and float away from the slimy grease of society nothing good is fervently advertised everything they said is bad is good, and the thing is good are bad for you
Ask yourself every time, am I freer with or without?. Then proceed
 
Looking For Apocalyptic Love
Damned with the ennui of modern living the sheer repetitiveness of it, We look for the love that consumes us, the madness reified. Some look towards martyrdom. So we set up causes, revolutions and fling ourselves into the bog of the ‘human spirit” and find a lilliputian conflict that will mire us in this reality. IT is not bad to look for causes but Emerson said let the man never said that my solution is not found due to a want of weapons or something along that line, fight all your want but when it comes to shedding blood run form it, it is nto worth it, all of life is cyclical and eventually humans do get bored in all epoch and the alternative  becomes the chic, But when the chic becomes widespread and the norm , it is revolted against with the same fervency and kindred spirit, life itself is a game, play but always come back to the home of common sense and rest. Just like the movie Snowpiercer we both are in the same train, wherever you find yourself shout, and join in their call for change, but when it is time to pick up a book and read.  I call it apocalyptic love, there is something in the human DNA that rejoice at revolt but it must be questioned especially hen blood is involved, I like the peaceful gangster the quiet revolutionaries that do without spilling, or even drawing any attention to himself
Content and the purity of action, if self preservation is a sabotage Obsequiousness through life in a world full of lies will have to do, the illusion of the you equates you, nothing is here if everyone wants to perch and never drown the hand that tend, for the hand is a flower too.
 
The Somebody In The Relationship
The somebody in a relationship is a very lonesome place to be. To what end ?
holding a grudge, to what end? who cares? Who will remember? You are going o die, your children will die so the essence and anchor of your anger is lost in the ether, meaningless
Pollution is when a person dampens, or damages the essence of a gift before giving it to a person. It is like a father insulting a child or beating the child before giving him the school fees. It is a wife embarrassing a husband before offering him sex, and any other form of subtle and passive aggression that obviates a dearth in communication skills or an inability to convey or express one’s feeling. It stems from pride, folly, conceit, a lack of a memento mori and sheer ignorance. It makes them feel like they are the somebody in the relationship, due to money, attraction, education or just the fact that they are pitied or loved. It blinds them and make them forget that their life is not really in their hands and life happens in turns. It is an ignorance to be factual.So they might pollute their gift, attention, company, making the experience and becoming rather ugly, so we have pollution for the sake of mere attention and relevancy, pollution for prostitution, pollution because the recipient is believed to be undeserving. I repeat you will die and your children will die so there is no place to really anchor the stupidity
Pollution destroy momentum, kills joys and reduces you in the person’s eyes, give room for a search for the search for another and reduces your relationship to a mechanism of gesture.
We are better served as humans with sympathy and empathy, you might want to tone down your pomposity, what might lie in your surety might be pity, and just like every elixir, it eventually finishes.
 
 
The Manual Polygraph
In the age of information overload, there is this new found need to rest the brain and kind of re-calibrate the mind to better sift and arrange the stack of information we get from our phones. Drawing provides the answer you could get a sketch pad or just a random paper if you want to study the polygraph. But it must be manual You have to get a biro or pencil, an empty sheet and drool while you close your eyes, allow your brain take complete control of your hands, let it excrete so to speak, close your eyes don’t try to know what you are drawing, I do this sometimes before one can sleep, some of the outlines can be quite interesting, most time, they are rubbish, all the time I feel sated and calm,
When we run to sensory overl0ad The art of drawing serves as a release for the brain, lying down on the be d and allowing the speaker play music on a Sunday afternoon without electricity. Due to modernity; we have too much information not enough release, masturbation doesn’t seem to work as a clutch anymore, with desensitization rife and a content gotten from the use of phone, human relations might have phased out completely. But sometimes it feels like like the brain is crying, get a pen and a sheet write those tears..
 
The Salacity Of Ignorance
Are you now saying, that we all must be the Buddha?
Man’s nature  mostly is to seek destruction, it’s in our expunging of ignorance that we run away from it seeking the long term reward of caution for the rash id, But could the rash id, be spoken to remove the pressure of un=comfortability admitting that we are pressed and don’t feel good about this ocndition. Even In  starvation and moderation, we are unable to find the escape of an gully, constantly being pushed further and further into acceptance and disillusionment
One way think we should go  far out in the bush, farming in accordance to Alexander Pope, but the Arcadian philosophy can be quite lonesome, and there are days we seek aerosol and halitosis.  We eventually have to run to the poor of mind and shillings so as to bask in the gurgle of the dry laugh and be enveloped in crassness
What is missing is our inability to die quietly like the tree we have planted our social nature means we will look for trouble, if it won’t find us. The trick is to float in undulation a little bit of that and this. We must like men running up to an air balloon look ever skywards stumble and fall we must but must keep looking up, we can’t all be the Buddha bu we must elevate ourselves but not imitate perfection om rote, but to bask in it’s striving. For perfection can be quite lonesome.
The goal is to be light and hoard nothing, either feelings, emotions or things and that lightness is the beautiful, So a social revolution might teach caution and moderation but some few people will take advantage of others just for mere attention and orgasm.
The question now is Are you really nice or are your just bottling it up inside? unh?
Ignorance therefore is our greatest enemy and friend. You are cursed to be a big ape we had grand plans thought process but I mustn't stopped ogling and masturbating is it a form of caution or an amp for my suicide with however grand my dreams are, it s a game to them planned for and expected mere distractions for them to rule and control us more.
So I have certain pastoral goals may god help us curb my need to teach them may I watch as million will die, for if they can t get to the precipice then their deaths should seem as the ultimate filtration system for a better group of species but you must admit ignorance makes one horny, it feels like a prey and makes us feel superior.
So, I promise I will not shout myself hoard at ignorance in this lifetime, or I just might because what else am I going to do in a perfect paradise but to try to tell you about it and bemoan your dissonance as my lot. My role in this RPG. As I play it gladly with caution and from a vantage point.
 
Book Of Ideas For You And Your Child
Everyone one ought to have this a book where you write your craziest thoughts and ideas, while you wait for the money to come,  Instead of buying that jeep or that private jets, lets see what we have here, hmm..
 

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