Privatisation is the only thing worth speaking about—it is the only item of universal relevance which causes most dispute, for repute.
An apt example of hedonism, a strictly hedonistic Bible, or modern capitalism, and otherwise freedom in a general sense, in the extreme, as foreseen by ancient religion, gold the substance, or the metal, and sacred relic or human hubris, is the question: what if somebody were to buy the NHS—as the individuated patent flies? There would be nothing but ancient, medicinal precedent. Apparent disease rendered obsolete by the same technological progress apparent via capitalist ventures into the unknown, relinquishes state and affair for the object itself. Wealth distribution, among any similar framework, theory or concept for wealth distribution, allays the conceptual object, materialised. A book. A video store—blockbusters, the entity.
Privatisation becomes the rule of law as goes wealth and the psychological human race, the absolute of itself become of, again, the only relevant conceptual basis for viable creationism, as we are made of red-meat. All human concerns are thus forged in absolute terms, and are psychological as death. All concerns, made redundant, are thence equatable to an extreme, or the question itself: is the British NHS for sale? (Propagandised) language, in lieu of any governance, comes into play.
This extreme becomes the only notable aspect to wealth as a concept, materialised by a gold minted coin or digits on a screen. I would conjecture this to become as the natural world beholden to the state.
Yet in Britain, right across from deforestation: I keep my passport beside my laptop as I write this: the balcony doors are thrown wide open this morning. The sun shines bright and a question asked amongst subliminal birdsong, for I have not slept, to wit about medicinal Cocaine, sounds aloud like one silver trumpet.
As I shall elaborate, any knowledgeable theory about perfection or privatisation, or that which deals in substance becomes what I would say, in truth, something only useful on Wall Street and is only useful to human beings as a recreational drug. Thus, girl or cocaine, etcetera. We draw the lines closer together, always—the populous and a religion of speciesism. This is a syllogism, of some sort. Perhaps the only true syllogism in existence:
Digital renders corruption.
An aside: I shone a bright red laser and it sent Rusty, one of two black cats, crazy. A true primal jungle cat, for the jungle becomes of faith, every time, and religion, the particularly religious apartment complex, is no different. I shone the red laser directly at the ceiling—darting it around, I switched it off after several unscientific minutes. Thence, as soon after, with a snap of my fingers, Rusty took to the extremities the loud cutting sound and looked back upon the very same ceiling—the extreme of psychological functioning only likened with memory itself, or the conceptual. On one occasion, regardless.
It is as life contained—vita continebat. Animalism. The very same ceiling enacts all of human memory as a false master-slave paradigm. I say false for the intrinsic, psychological nature of mankind contained within reasoning. Prehistoric man was similar, though far more opposite. The laser, of course, was suchlike a star in the sky, to the animal.
Of course, cats enjoy heights; jungle cats sleep upon the height, perhaps after they devour red-meat, though I would not know; red-meat becomes the creationist aspect of the jungle cat derivative before the West dies and buries the suburban church, j’accuse, for modern Christendom versus a modern Asia.
Drunkenness, aviation and the globalised order of modern politics is certainly similar—the Christian miracle is always miraculous, as goes time. The lesson, I strongly think, to do with the cat, the miraculous and thus retinal eyesight or professional, human hindsight, is the rather simple nature of psychological perfection.
Once, upon a time, I was asked this same question of perfection and I answered, or rather envisioned, black metal chains fastened to a stone wall—metal chains are an excellent example of any perfectionist state. Absolutely.
It stands that a digital distribution of wealth renders the psychological human as human, otherwise what I name as digital as per all, without fail, information storage and theory for cognitive dissonance rooted in ancient knowledge. Traditional programming follows the very same pathology of compounded, deliberate distraction, or the ancient, timeless distraction of work. This is leverage, the psychological, notional man.
This question regarding the public, or otherwise, for all affectivity, a private NHS, is the prime equivalent which asks about “fixing the system”.
I believe, firmly, that against a modern status quo any ancient religion is thus: that after sacred relic or the universal Christian law of, say, the Sacred Heart and Jerusalem Syndrome, simple equilibriums of reproduction, religion or “the religious gesticulation”, all things become entirely, psychologically rooted in all of science, foregone of religion or human habits in a modern world.
This includes a priori knowledge, eyesight and memory, gesticulations, vocalisations and language, written or else, the inborn error for all things, as information is always stored (psychologically) to consider privatisation as the conceptual basis for founded derivatives forged by history and historical concepts writ of man, for the martyrs sake, or any material wealth. It enters the hedonistic, once the universal likewise law, quality, grandiosity and meaning of man forthwith all possible corruption, as one is subjected to animalism—I mention here the Gulag and ancient Stoicism, for reference.
Marxism is foolhardy, to say the least. There becomes an equation, of a general sort, for I seek to be generous in the way of all mathematical or scientific fields of study, describing privatised equity. Such is the “data set” versus ancient metaphysics and the rolling sound of a water wheel.
And one example for the tedious nature of the questions I ask? Water damage—it is particularly human. I speak also to industrialisation, a pair of plastic gloves, surgery and the same animalistic need for apparent progress forthwith the water wheel. This is a consequence for the lifetime of any one individual, separated only between species—and the life itself. I include decadence, death and delinquency, all of which are reasoning qualities of power, the same conceptual object wrought of itself.
For what is corruption? Is a car axle in any way similar to the retinal perception of man speeding along the highway? This, I say, is the mechanical inventive mind of man.
Stoicism is bought by the fool—the fool is bought by Stoicism.
Fill a far more modern, metal bowl with water, one with dust or other residue for one’s pet—the animal shall drink it, the perfectly clear and clean water, regardless of any notions to its psychological self. This must be said, for the animal shall deliver its own every single time, as opposed to hopelessness-consciousness and ulterior modes of death and a gravestone regarded by incentive, or privatisation and power. ’Twas the deathly night of our times.
Privatisation is the human psychological root of the future, as it always has been. The predator operates in such a fashion.
Privatisation II
The transcendental exists only in the imagination—the memory. Yes.
Privatisation III
Hunger derives absolute decadence. See prior entry, Privatisation II.
Privatisation IV
Anger says much about privatisation—the very concept of privatisation renders anger as simple human psychology which be superlative in the extreme of, say, Chaos theory, or the Portmanteau Theorem, for another example, if one is to speak about truth, the simple root of power or human psychology. Anger thus becomes the absolute.
Privatisation—The Conceptual vs Human Memory
Posted also on Substack, though this may be edited further, I’m not entirely sure yet
Privatisation I
Privatisation is the only thing worth speaking about—it is the only item of universal relevance which causes most dispute, for repute.
An apt example of hedonism, a strictly hedonistic Bible, or modern capitalism, and otherwise freedom in a general sense, in the extreme, as foreseen by ancient religion, gold the substance, or the metal, and sacred relic or human hubris, is the question: what if somebody were to buy the NHS—as the individuated patent flies? There would be nothing but ancient, medicinal precedent. Apparent disease rendered obsolete by the same technological progress apparent via capitalist ventures into the unknown, relinquishes state and affair for the object itself. Wealth distribution, among any similar framework, theory or concept for wealth distribution, allays the conceptual object, materialised. A book. A video store—blockbusters, the entity.
Privatisation becomes the rule of law as goes wealth and the psychological human race, the absolute of itself become of, again, the only relevant conceptual basis for viable creationism, as we are made of red-meat. All human concerns are thus forged in absolute terms, and are psychological as death. All concerns, made redundant, are thence equatable to an extreme, or the question itself: is the British NHS for sale? (Propagandised) language, in lieu of any governance, comes into play.
This extreme becomes the only notable aspect to wealth as a concept, materialised by a gold minted coin or digits on a screen. I would conjecture this to become as the natural world beholden to the state.
Yet in Britain, right across from deforestation: I keep my passport beside my laptop as I write this: the balcony doors are thrown wide open this morning. The sun shines bright and a question asked amongst subliminal birdsong, for I have not slept, to wit about medicinal Cocaine, sounds aloud like one silver trumpet.
As I shall elaborate, any knowledgeable theory about perfection or privatisation, or that which deals in substance becomes what I would say, in truth, something only useful on Wall Street and is only useful to human beings as a recreational drug. Thus, girl or cocaine, etcetera. We draw the lines closer together, always—the populous and a religion of speciesism. This is a syllogism, of some sort. Perhaps the only true syllogism in existence:
Digital renders corruption.
An aside: I shone a bright red laser and it sent Rusty, one of two black cats, crazy. A true primal jungle cat, for the jungle becomes of faith, every time, and religion, the particularly religious apartment complex, is no different. I shone the red laser directly at the ceiling—darting it around, I switched it off after several unscientific minutes. Thence, as soon after, with a snap of my fingers, Rusty took to the extremities the loud cutting sound and looked back upon the very same ceiling—the extreme of psychological functioning only likened with memory itself, or the conceptual. On one occasion, regardless.
It is as life contained—vita continebat. Animalism. The very same ceiling enacts all of human memory as a false master-slave paradigm. I say false for the intrinsic, psychological nature of mankind contained within reasoning. Prehistoric man was similar, though far more opposite. The laser, of course, was suchlike a star in the sky, to the animal.
Of course, cats enjoy heights; jungle cats sleep upon the height, perhaps after they devour red-meat, though I would not know; red-meat becomes the creationist aspect of the jungle cat derivative before the West dies and buries the suburban church, j’accuse, for modern Christendom versus a modern Asia.
Drunkenness, aviation and the globalised order of modern politics is certainly similar—the Christian miracle is always miraculous, as goes time. The lesson, I strongly think, to do with the cat, the miraculous and thus retinal eyesight or professional, human hindsight, is the rather simple nature of psychological perfection.
Once, upon a time, I was asked this same question of perfection and I answered, or rather envisioned, black metal chains fastened to a stone wall—metal chains are an excellent example of any perfectionist state. Absolutely.
It stands that a digital distribution of wealth renders the psychological human as human, otherwise what I name as digital as per all, without fail, information storage and theory for cognitive dissonance rooted in ancient knowledge. Traditional programming follows the very same pathology of compounded, deliberate distraction, or the ancient, timeless distraction of work. This is leverage, the psychological, notional man.
This question regarding the public, or otherwise, for all affectivity, a private NHS, is the prime equivalent which asks about “fixing the system”.
I believe, firmly, that against a modern status quo any ancient religion is thus: that after sacred relic or the universal Christian law of, say, the Sacred Heart and Jerusalem Syndrome, simple equilibriums of reproduction, religion or “the religious gesticulation”, all things become entirely, psychologically rooted in all of science, foregone of religion or human habits in a modern world.
This includes a priori knowledge, eyesight and memory, gesticulations, vocalisations and language, written or else, the inborn error for all things, as information is always stored (psychologically) to consider privatisation as the conceptual basis for founded derivatives forged by history and historical concepts writ of man, for the martyrs sake, or any material wealth. It enters the hedonistic, once the universal likewise law, quality, grandiosity and meaning of man forthwith all possible corruption, as one is subjected to animalism—I mention here the Gulag and ancient Stoicism, for reference.
Marxism is foolhardy, to say the least. There becomes an equation, of a general sort, for I seek to be generous in the way of all mathematical or scientific fields of study, describing privatised equity. Such is the “data set” versus ancient metaphysics and the rolling sound of a water wheel.
And one example for the tedious nature of the questions I ask? Water damage—it is particularly human. I speak also to industrialisation, a pair of plastic gloves, surgery and the same animalistic need for apparent progress forthwith the water wheel. This is a consequence for the lifetime of any one individual, separated only between species—and the life itself. I include decadence, death and delinquency, all of which are reasoning qualities of power, the same conceptual object wrought of itself.
For what is corruption? Is a car axle in any way similar to the retinal perception of man speeding along the highway? This, I say, is the mechanical inventive mind of man.
Stoicism is bought by the fool—the fool is bought by Stoicism.
Fill a far more modern, metal bowl with water, one with dust or other residue for one’s pet—the animal shall drink it, the perfectly clear and clean water, regardless of any notions to its psychological self. This must be said, for the animal shall deliver its own every single time, as opposed to hopelessness-consciousness and ulterior modes of death and a gravestone regarded by incentive, or privatisation and power. ’Twas the deathly night of our times.
Privatisation is the human psychological root of the future, as it always has been. The predator operates in such a fashion.
Privatisation II
The transcendental exists only in the imagination—the memory. Yes.
Privatisation III
Hunger derives absolute decadence. See prior entry, Privatisation II.
Privatisation IV
Anger says much about privatisation—the very concept of privatisation renders anger as simple human psychology which be superlative in the extreme of, say, Chaos theory, or the Portmanteau Theorem, for another example, if one is to speak about truth, the simple root of power or human psychology. Anger thus becomes the absolute.