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not continues
the measure of the timid
punctures
not denude my eyes
the delimpid season
where lovely and
agreeable comes close my jasmine
like flamsk she mixes
the candidess and the noncandidess
the puress and the humbless
unnaive torrents
not violate jasmine
laughter
have the rosy poses
and she sings me
in the nooks of mouths of little windies
and the windlet sings his hedges
with her
with teeth of joy and of flappings
of joy
even in a tender creaking
in helvaluminum
Governmental direction is cheating and ineffective as for the individual. There cannot be an “even” wealth distribution. Commercial actions and trading advantages and disadvantages have to be left to the individual economic agents with no institutionally recognized tutoring or legal supervision above. No institutionalized structure, no chartered privileged bank organization can fix any wealth-distribution problem.
Freedom means un-governed economy. No interference in property pattern and profit motive. This interference, known as etatism, lays waste lastly. Etatism is devastatingly misappropriating.
It means jeopardizing and hampering the generation future.
History is too knowledge-conveying to be neglected.
Vote is useless when the economic pattern is stateful.
The state machine in the economica is too massive to be sustained.
Education is to aim at the value of the individual. Any syndicate or union has to aim at this very value. Unfortunately, a union is inherently state-dependent and state-supportive. No warfare. No weapon revolution can make it, even though the temptation is strong. Progressive education of the individual is the only way to embrace a citizenship consciousness.
Progressive means no big government, no Sozialpolitik, no mercantilistic bias.
Progressive education must needs back capitalism.
Progressive education is thus called, because it is pro-profit. Prōfectus means “going on”, while a mercantile system is essentially nationalistic, Lebensraum-oriented, because it endorses exports and tends to obliterate imports. It sclerotizez, blocks the “goings-on” of society.
Progressive education has no borders, these being in a free-market network just a geographical convenience. Progressive education has no economically pernicious all-ingesting nationalinguistic élan, because capitalism has got its primacy anew.
This education is the only way.
On the rewrought-wood desk, along with the furrows wherein the colour seems to be alighted,
I get convinced on my own that does the colour of the stars come down which I have never seen in other zones
of miglothrez than in this one. I have never lived elsewhere. I’ve ever coloured without
thinking the colour, the sketching, the misline had arrived.
I cheered, when I found that that which
has been left by me strangely appeared anew as a fantastical affection.
I cheered, and the colour came down as rainy dew and so forth.
And it touched the ground.
And I don’t want to fear the ground untouched by the rain nor
the fresh appearance of that which I had left by mistake. Maybe I mistook, but no aridity,
even though the pathway I am in is arid.
Power-being is my cheer. And I cheered through my feeling
power-being. I cannot cheer if I am not or feel not
this. My heart lingers and strengthens, and stone does cheer with me.
When I feel the rain of dew on my feeling-like going into the borderzone,
I am positive that that which lies close to me will be my self. My heart strenghtens and the colours
of the welkin come down close, close to my positiveness. All of me is touched by the rain of
dew.
I cannot think the world stops. It cannot befall.
Rain on all of the things.
Prior to going away from this place, I want to see once more the school I got educated in.
Prior to running to the office they will entrust me with after the passing of the test,
I want to see once more the welkin of colours I know to be alien in the borderzone.
Prior to becoming «bio» person, I want to be once more sketched with graphite loveliness.
My visage will dark, and I will know the rain rains not on anything but itself.
And my heart strenthens more and more, till it feels not any other thing than the power to unfeel.
I will be «bio» person. And the blood will not beat on the walls.
Rain will rain on nothing.
FUNKY
Come not to be an individual.
Your atonement cannot come to the surface, you got no mien.
Get no coverface that
denies you to being-for-being blemishlessness.
Leave to us
the dasein burthen. You are regardless of your self.
Let no individual watch you, inspire the class.
LINDA
If an action leads to no change, it can be taken as error.
I know killing is error, but error gives me atonement. Is it just
atonement illusion?
Leave to me
the illusion. I will pay as the powers never pay. And maybe I will come to be
a symbol. And maybe I will not be an error
sharp.
If a govman forsakes the search of a thorough functioning throughout the society, if he or she does not contemplate the economic pattern and mechanicals, if he or she does not mean in the inside to take a risk by unveiling the underlying determinants of the crises in the society… he or she deserves to die, be killed: the economics of the world cannot be a prerogative of an ignorant arrogant uncaring govmanship.
FUNKY
Your mien attracts me, cause you got no mien.
You ain’t one, but you are a mode of the One.
If I am ast what of you I deem most lovely, I answer: “Loveli-
ness.”
LINDA BIOPERSON
When I get out of this function,
and I will get out of it,
I will be ready to kill anyone who
shut me into this function. I know that
the societal issue will not be composed, yet I will have
atonement.
I,
will have atonement.
By death I will take away power from the
empowered. For, if you don’t kill them, they won’t doff power
ever. They have no motive to doff that power
they got thanks to unknowledgeable democracy legitimating them.
By killing the potentates, I
recognize no issue is going to be composed. Only education, knowledge,
expression freedom, information circulation,
reduction of the legal block can lead to
change. But I
want to kill them so they can have the very feeling
of I.
Black-resin bonny. You live at the border and control
the accesses into the wide nation and the “goings-away”. Your mien made up of
black dust does not make up to anybody. Your mien is control.
Into this land not all can enter. Off this land does only go
that which the law does will. You are the «econoenforcer». Your chiefs take to
the word «economics» so as to make believe economics is damage.
It is no damage. Economics does function, anyway. It is the institutional entity that is damage.
Black-resin bonny, you are the comptrolling office, the ineffable while,
institutionally pure. The next year you are to be supplanted.
Black-resin bonny, with your age twenty you are this land’s
life, the sense of the wide nation wherein millions know who you are for what
you appear. The world of you lasts limitlessly. You are the resolve that
does not communicate to me, that does not communicate me. You are my death that soon
is going to show up at my door, beyond which I live stupidly.
Black-resin bonny, your office is named «bioperson».
Bioperson they all call you, the person of you.
The world is clean, dust clean, the dream bleaching the negritude. The dream
of the world you are to be. And all know that all that which enters into the land is
good. That which enters not, that enters not because that is not good.
Black-resin bonny, how much control you put in your office
days? What can I offer your bioperson but my
consuming, my purchasing inland products, more expensive than
if the nongood entered? you are comeliest, and I will the sex of you.
Black-resin bonny, you are comeliest. And I will the sex of you now.
Give your night-hued gist to my handfuls. Shed it all over my consuming-citizen skin.
Stupidly I am you sense, and you are my falling to pieces.
Black-resin bonny, the world cannot go on without both me and you.
We are so different. But our being absent leads the land to its end.
You are control. I am the controlled. One cannot possibly live, the other being absent.
Shed it all over the consumed skin of me.
GOVERNMENT HAS EXCLUSIVE LEGISLATION AS FOR MONEY, SAVINGS TUTELAGE, AND FINANCIAL MARKETS, COMPETITION GUARDIANSHIP, LEGAL TENDER AND RELEVANT MONITORING, EQUALIZATION OF THE FINANCIAL RESOURCES.
SO GOVERNMENT IS NOT EXTRANEOUS TO THESE MATTERS.
OFF WITH THE GOVERNMENT STRATEGICALLY SILENT CLAIM THAT IT IS ALIEN TO THE CURRENCY MECHANICALS.
IT HAS NO RIGHT TO CLAIM ANYTHING, BECAUSE IT IS MAJORLY RESPONSIBLE FOR THE BLEEDING SHOWER OF ABUSE THE INDIVIDUAL STANDS AND LIVES IN ACROSS EVERY SINGLE DAY THROUGH AND THROUGH.
GOVERNMENT IS THE FINANCIAL MARKETS BECAUSE IT RULES THEM. IT DOES NOT SEEM TO BE INVOLVED IN THEM, BECAUSE IT IS QUITE AN ACTOR JUST AS YOU AND I ARE. DO YOU NEED TO CLAIM YOU ARE A MARKET ACTOR? NO, YOU DON’T, BECAUSE BEING A MARKET ACTOR IS ROUTINE: IT IS PART OF BOTH MY AND YOUR LIFE THROUGH.
GOVERNMENT IS THE MONETARY MECHANICALS BECAUSE IT GIVES DIRECTION TO THEM.
GOVERNMENT IS THE MAIN MARKET ACTOR IN BANKING RIGMAROLE, BECAUSE IT RUNS ROUTINE BUSINESS WITH THE NUCLEUS MONEY-AUTHORITY, ID EST WITH A PART OF ITSELF BY STATUTE CONCESSION, TO CARRY ON AND ON.
SO EXECRATE THE GOVERNMENT PRETENCE TO BE ADVERSARY TO THE BANKING FUNCTIONING. GOVERNMENT CREATED AND RATIFIED THAT FUNCTIONALITY. AND IT UTILIZES ITS LAW ENFORCERS TO ENFORCE LAWS RELATED TO THAT FUNCTIONALITY.
BANKING FUNCTIONALITY BELONGS TO GOVERNMENT. AND GOVERNMENT CANNOT OPPOSE BANKING, BECAUSE GOVERNMENT NEEDS BANKING OPERATION TO KEEP BEING IN EXISTENCE THANKS TO CONTINUAL BANK CREDIT EXPANSION.
BANKS ARE BECOMING A CARTEL BECAUSE GOVERNMENTS ARE CARTELS.
FUCK THE GOVERNMENT PATERNALISTIC PREVARICATIONS AND POLITICAL PLEONASMS AND VOMIT-INDUCING IGNORANCE.
AND FUCK THE TAX SYSTEM THAT PLUNDERS ORGANIZATIONALLY, WITHOUT A PAUSE. I DON’T NEED THE TAX OFFICIAL TO WANT A CERTAIN FIGURE FROM ME. I AM QUITE SUFFICIENT, BECAUSE I AM A CITIZEN ABLE TO BE A JOB SOURCE WITH A WEALTH OF MY OWN. TAXES DIMINISH THE WEALTH OF ME, SO I CANNOT BE A JOB SOURCE ANY MORE, BECAUSE SOMEONE HAS HAD TO MISAPPROPRIATE A PART OF MY WEALTH. THE CHAIN “NEED-COMPETENCE-LABOR-PROPERTY” HAS NO VALUE FOR GOVERNMENT AT ALL. GOVERNMENT WANTS WHAT IS NOT ITS. IT MUST BE A GREAT EMOTION OBTAINING FRAUDULENTLY THAT WHICH DOES NOT BELONG TO THE ONE WHO WANTS IT.
PROPERTY IS NOT A CONVENTION. PROPERTY IS NATURE.
IF I WANT THE EMOTION OF HELPING, I DONATE.
SO OFF WITH THE LIBERTY-DESTRUCTIVE FISCAL SCHEME AND GOVERNMENT SPOLIATION PHILOSOPHY. OFF WITH THE FIAT MONETARY THINGAMAJIG. FUCK THE STATE-MONEY NOTION.
Shortage is not scarcity. In economics, shortage is an unavailability of a given product. We have a shortage when we are able to buy a product, the seller being unable to sell. Shortage is caused by the price control policy.
Shortage is an excess of the quantity of a product purchasers can purchase over the quantity sellers can sell.
Purchasers can purchase a given good at the controlled price, because they can pay the controlled price. BUT they cannot obtain the good.
Shortage is a control method ordered to generate impossibility to access to a given good, in spite of the ability to pay of the purchaser. So shortage is to generate mere chaos and rage.
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Snow waves
Well, I’m gonna start my account.
It’s been some three or four months since I first met her.
It’s a castle. A card castle, I hope, thus it’s going to fall to pieces right away.
Now, to me it or she is myth, error.
Is it real? I ask myself.
Anyways, I am out of any common vision. I interpret reality as I will.
I thought, I feel transport to you, to her. I spoke to her? No. I thought it only. Yet sensing, comprehending, at least.
If acceptance continues eluding me, this plight is going to turn to enchantment.
All of this is to go on instead.
You are stupendous, god.
You don’t put pieces together fittingly. Or you do.
You intervene so little. And it’s worse.
Little does she coincide either with anything existing or with what I myself am.
I do but speak to you. If I were deaf, nothing would change, for I do hear no word. And yet you are a being of all means. All of the means, indeed.
You could do snow waves. Do them for me. But do I believe it? I just ask for being in luck.
Tomorrow, tomorrow I’ll do the meeting.
