Post-Structuralists

[cataleptik]

acid house days 1991-2001

huh?

i think i am having errors on this page.

 

[cataleptik]

huh?
???????

 

[cataleptik]

i am so sick of the dominating masculinementality. i pray to the god of marija g. that it is suicidaly heading for the does not pas end of the evolutionary cul de sac.

if that describes you, here -- use the handy form beneath for your spew. i will NOT be communicating with you, but at you and with those who have tolerated yoru crappitude.

 

[cataleptik]

Panic Looms



I THINK FOR MYSELF
yet imagine myself unselfish. is this contradiction?

say something inane if you DON'T UNDERSTAND.

 

[cataleptik]

really...

really REALLY.

 

[Guest]

Try reading Reading The Past by Ian Hodder.

Not quite as fun as Major Major.

 

[cataleptik]

Karma of The Pharaisees: Persian, not Parisian (Indymedia)

now this.

 

[Guest]

I am not the author of this thread, people.

 

[Guest]

I don't get it.

 

[ABSTRUSE]

I don't get it.

I don't either, but I did pick up some cool lines.

 

[cheerful_deviant]

I don't get it.

I'm glad I'm not the only one.

 

[rgraham666]

Feh. Somebody's showing off.

If you can't understand me, I must be a genius.

 

[Guest]

Feh. Somebody's showing off.

If you can't understand me, I must be a genius.

Word.

 

[ChilledVodkaIV]

In lieu of genius (or genus)

Then today and today but what of tomorrow? You ask.
Gavarin jumped down and too late realised the difficulty he would face when first his hip then his wrist then his ribs then his shoulder and then his head should make their each and several collisions with the bitter parquet (mazed and riddled parquet) but now, in his journey, he heard the voices, screams and exclamations, calls and confabulations and fell into the past, fearing his imminent future.

Uncrackling his sleep spackled lids he could make out first (on the dresser) a shoebox, trailing socket eared, rabbit sitting frightened awaiting the incipient light, then his neatly pressed grandfather hanging from the edge of the cheval and finally, caught fluttering from the curtain rail in the moist breath from the open window, a neighbourly sylph bading him come outside in the rain. The warm rain. The early morning dewfrost rain.

The dream shredded in his grasp as his prick grew the more rigid, gorged with fulminating piss. Then actinics gave the rabbit, his grandfather and the sylph more reasonable shape and shadow. The memory of dream painted a thin smile on his thin lips, faceless though they were, yet waking in their haunting, the shreds coalesced into stick thin hairless mons, rubenesque, thick chained thighs (and obviously his mother's breasts as she undressed in view of the carelessly open bedroom door)

Naturally his partner slept unknowing (but secretly yearning) of his nocturnal embrasure (the sloped valley between adjacent teeth).

And so the day begins.
Piss and shit, wash and shave
(socketless eyes keeping narrative gaze)
Downward two steps, upward three
and so to bed, to have and to get
and there it ends on solid, bitter, unforgiving, (mazed and riddled) ornamental parquet.

With a fulminating crack and a withering sigh.

 

[cataleptik]

Try reading Reading The Past by Ian Hodder.

Not quite as fun as Major Major.

reading Reading?
Major Major

the nationalists decieved the tribalists -- the socialists decieved the anarchists. that's part two. coming...
<3 cat

 

[rgraham666]

Did it ever occur to you that you aren't brilliant, but merely incoherent?

 

[rikaaim]

Did it ever occur to you that you aren't brilliant, but merely incoherent?

I like this so much it's going into my sigline. That's a highly accurate and very wise statement.

 

[R. Richard]

Did it ever occur to you that you aren't brilliant, but merely incoherent?

Outstanding analysis!

 

[cataleptik]

I am not the author of this thread, people.

who says?

 

[Songcatcher]

This date is boring.

 

[cataleptik]

it's not boring. you just don't get it.

interlude. The horny bigots.

Then the bigots were horny. But hey wanted to fuck the truth.

They wanted to rape the truth until it was unconscious and ruined and never able to use that sweet orifice for anything other thanpiss and blod. The bigots were horny for the truth – but they didn’t want to make love. They wanted to cruelly fuck it and say TAKE THAT YOU WHORE until the Truth moaned to God for the biss of unconsciousness.

Fucking nazis. Hate ‘em.

 

[bg23]

you're really weird.

are you on crack?

 

[Sweetpeeee]

*smokes a joint* .......nope still doesnt make any sense ....but man do i feel better

 

[rgraham666]

*smokes a joint* .......nope still doesnt make any sense ....but man do i feel better

Damn, why didn't I think of that?

 

[Rumple Foreskin]

IMHO, we need to cut cataleptik a little slack. Look at the body of the cat-person's writing. It has an odd beat and would be a royal pain to dance to. I'd give it a six.

Rumple Foreskin