Hindrances and despairing impossible positions bought out and gathered about by the same characters you hate yourself for remembering at times throughout the day that should be filled with intellectuals and the common coffee spill of academia. Never enough and always too much, there’s an overwhelming sense of justice and peace about the deliverance I beg myself from the tightened knots of rage and strange furies that violently strike those I love and never the enemy. Would rather I strike myself down those alleys alone, eccentricity and eclectic learning delicate pounding delivery unbinding the stories fit for falling from in no easy amount of ties to lines that are hidden and grotesque; from the monster in the room I keep chained carefully to me, this arachnoid process of reptilian non-repentance in animalistic caricatures.
The hillsides swarmed with the negligent wealthy and bored wintertime humm drumming to the loneliness fact nothing moves nobody. Speculations in random splatters of fear for voice, the fight for information and its accuracy in autodidactic space as if my love of information and knowledge in peace and protesting would mean necessity in being stolen from. Surely, this was your life to begin with, to do anything you please with no consent whatsoever from me as a person, as a body.
Already.
I believe in the free sharing of information, in data between bodies and the need for more free learning amongst all people; especially those studying alternative systems and their mechanisms according to socio-cultural norm and socialism. Those studying outside of the system of marketing and wealth are apt to suffer harsh lash back from those encamped in current educative models that want to steal information and cover their footprints while trying to enslave or cage those responsible for the study itself. Apparently help is not welcome in that area.
Autodidactic metatheory anarchistic atheistic information in share and freedom. Anti-copyright does not mean you can take my information in an effort to frame, bully, coerce, interrogate, corner, and demean the information in an effort to be as degenerative as possible. Nor does it mean that you can steal my efforts in workmanship and put your name on it. Do whatever you want to, though, honestly because information is a test of itself and will show its own real meaning, natural inaccuracies and myth. Bumblebees and helicopters fly, and to demean so quickly an idea to the point it’s black bagged is not fair to the realm of ideas and need in their dissection. Votes and tallies we threw in a box for drawing on the day we all said would come when someone would be led to the center of town and shot for the start of Bolshevik revolt and cities of red plague no one would ever see.
‘Socialism is GREAT!’
I will not conform or cooperate.
No parties, no platforms, no forming of strategic alliances; you see the way this information has been guarded and fought against in this fascist america. Jealousy for what you see beyond me that I must have already thought of somewhere, self-defeat and humorous embarrassment harassment and frustration. But what else can we do? Hmmmmm. TURN IT OFF.
And or theory is an anarchistic, atheistic, autodidactic metatheory. I do not plan actions, I do not make elaborate plans for others futures. Life is no ones business but the participants’. There is some strange conspiracy mind about me, shouldn’t have seeped so far into writing if I was decent, decency today beyond the same drabble autobiographies and self interested politically correct, feeling as though i’m always being watched and trying to prove that metaphysical data is a physiological construct, and nothing is actually happening.
Surely.
That I have seen. Feeling dis-empowered and wanting for some reason to imagine my story isn’t one that’s being further wrecked by oppressors for capitalism and religion. To have your own words or say instead of ever being spoken for means a lot more being spoken against; recognize the motives in actions against bullying and interrogation, against name calling and against violence. I would rather go crazy than angry. Tried timing to see if by the time you get here i’m the criminal you need without ever having done anything. As if I could have possibly seen anything coming; as if real danger to my life and mind is ever present for me. Don’t scare yourself, worst case scenario Murphey’s law chaos theory; there will always be nay Sayers beating around as if their manufactured responses for themselves could save the world they thought was sure beyond actual reason.
Ask your numbers again for the statistics people in cages over and over and over again. Over-thinking like solitary confinement terrorism for innocence and factual debating in morality for situationists. This world is not for the likes of us; that is NOT hopeless.
Outliers are most vulnerable, and even if I seem like a zombie, I refuse to die. AUTONOMY.
