Re: housewife green fly

Sweet dreams sweet heart. There are no monsters under the bed tonight. Please
send more colorful imaginings for me to play with.

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Quoting "-IID42 Kandinskij @27+" <[email protected]>:

> On Fri, 8 Nov 2002, joseph (yes) wrote:
>
>
> Poor thing. Defennding itself against non-existent monsters with all its
> might. Well, I guess NN isn't the only one defensive :)
>
>
> `, . ` `k a r e i' ? ' D42

On Fri, 8 Nov 2002, joseph (yes) wrote:


Poor thing. Defennding itself against non-existent monsters with all its
might. Well, I guess NN isn't the only one defensive :)


`, . ` `k a r e i' ? ' D42

quoting "-IID42 Kandinskij @27+"

> But nothing of the sort is occuring Joseph.

you know not the services you perform, and my real name is not Joseph

> I am not sending you anything. Just watching you play mindgames with
> yourself–rather sad and pathetic ones.

watching is the most powerful service

>
> To make matters even worse, you don't even realize what you're doing
> to yourself, and_ you're becoming increasingly defensive.

I circle myself and see the expanding spiral. If you want to play, just ask
nicely.

>
> Ah Joseoh, how did this lunacy start, and where will it lead you?

Lunacy is a mind game. It leads to yourself. My real name is not Joseoh.


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yOn Sat, 9 Nov 2002, joseph (yes) wrote:

> Sweet dreams sweet heart. There are no monsters under the bed tonight. Please
> send more colorful imaginings for me to play with.


But nothing of the sort is occuring Joseph.
I am not sending you anything. Just watching you play mindgames with
yourself–rather sad and pathetic ones.

To make matters even worse, you don't even realize what you're doing
to yourself, and_ you're becoming increasingly defensive.


Ah Joseoh, how did this lunacy start, and where will it lead you?

On Fri, 8 Nov 2002, joseph (yes) wrote:

> The green fly, does not know
> That it lives but one day.
> Nor that it is birthed by
> Parthenogenesis.
> It knows to eat the rose
> And watch for the hornet.
> And to fly in the sky,
> When hands sweep toward it.


I'm sorry dearest. This catatonic nonsense is not a reply.
But what else did you put yourself through in order to
try and mess with something you can't touch?

Blind man stabbing in the dark, you're stabbing at yourself.

> Who puts the things in your brain?

The brain is an organ to be played, it is not the beginning or the end of the
mind. To answer your question, I (the past, present, and future me as
currently constructed) put the images of things which are not things into my
brain. Not my mind.

joseph (cor e form art) + (porat per ance ist)
frank + lyn - mc + El + roy

go shopping -> http://www.electrichands.com/shopindex.htm
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Quoting "-IID42 Kandinskij @27+" <[email protected]>:

> On Sat, 9 Nov 2002, joseph (yes) wrote:
>
> > > I'm sorry dearest. This catatonic nonsense is not a reply.
> >
> > There is no service to which to reply.
>
> Oh yes dearest, there was. But being catatonic you'd not notice.
>
> > > But what else did you put yourself through in order to
> > > try and mess with something you can't touch?
> >
> > Something is not at thing, it is a service, and of course I cannot touch
> "it"
>
> Drivel.
>
> > >
> > > Blind man stabbing in the dark, you're stabbing at yourself.
> >
> > When I close my eyes, everything I need is in my mind, which creates all
> that
> > is in it.
>
> Ah right. The brain obsessed asleep monkey.
>
> Mesmerized into stupor.
>



>
> `, . ` `k a r e i' ? ' D42

On Sat, 9 Nov 2002, joseph (yes) wrote:

> you know not the services you perform, and my real name is not Joseph

Certainly I do dearest, and I know_ it quite well.
Additionally, I have the ability to KNOW it, unlike you.
Your 'real' name Joseph has never been called into play.
So avoid attempting to 'one-up' using your crutch of
self-importance by making vacant empty grandiose
statements you don't understand, and empty accusations.

You're not capable of perceiving outside of your nose,
least of all anything about anyone. Nor are humans /
objects / events subject to your brain's lnee-jerk.

Myopic ape.

> > I am not sending you anything. Just watching you play mindgames with
> > yourself–rather sad and pathetic ones.
>
> watching is the most powerful service

Meaningless drivel. You know nothing of service, Joseph,
and even worse, you're unqualified for anysort of 'artistic' service.
That you try to peddle yoir ignorant idiotic behavior,
which can do nothing but_ damage others who don't
know better as 'service' is completely irresponsible.

Art dearest is a service in which those who can_ do it,
can engage. You dearest, are a farmer. And as previously written,
not one who still has chances left of developing 'artistically'
which is possible even for farmers.


> > To make matters even worse, you don't even realize what you're doing
> > to yourself, and_ you're becoming increasingly defensive.
>
> I circle myself and see the expanding spiral.

You see nothing of the sor. But you tell yourself many delusions,
in order to inflate your egotism. A psychotic kid, but not a child,
who attempts to play with toys it can't play with.

>If you want to play, just ask nicely.

No dearest, you're not interesting, capable, or important
enough to play with. Avoid attempting to project interest
that isn't there.

With regards to you: only one thing is valid:
you're a psychotic, fraudulent con-man who's trying
to 'peddle' his 'service''-which is incompetent
and delusioned as something of value.

I AM perfectly nice. You're simply an arrogant
catatonic idiot–and if YOU want to be treated
otherwise, start taking responsibility for your
own vampirism and idiocy.


The local trashman is far more capable of it than you,
and far more sincere. You are only making
empty postures in attempts to con-vince.
while the sum total of your self-evident value is zero.

With all your posturing against religion,
you've bought yourself the delusion of
your ego and hoistedit above in the form of
some felusory fantasy of 'performance art'
in a stupor worse than tthat of a religious zealot.

Remember what you said about pseudo-religious
idiots being exploitative?

You're one of them. And you are attempting to exploit
an audience, just like apseudo-preacher attempts
to exploit a congregation.

And this my dearest is all you are.
A cob-man.

A bientot.

On Sat, 9 Nov 2002, joseph (yes) wrote:

> > Who puts the things in your brain?
>
> The brain is an organ to be played,

Uh, drivel.

>it is not the beginning or the end of the mind.

More meaningless drivel (and I'm npt correcting it).

> To answer your question, I (the past, present, and future me as
> currently constructed) put the images of things which are not things into my
> brain. Not my mind.

Now that's laughable, Joseph. Youhave no I.
Go look at a teape recorder who has been left outside for 5 days
with enough tape to record what passes by.

Your 'mind' is a very 'elaborate' tape recorder
on which any and all experiences get imprinted.

An I hasn't got anything to do with these things.

Niice us not what you've been programmed to think nice is.

You want to believe I am a con man because you cannot believe how real I am.

joseph (cor e form art) + (porat per ance ist)
frank + lyn - mc + El + roy

go shopping -> http://www.electrichands.com/shopindex.htm
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Quoting "-IID42 Kandinskij @27+" <[email protected]>:

>
> On Sat, 9 Nov 2002, joseph (yes) wrote:
>
> > you know not the services you perform, and my real name is not Joseph
>
> Certainly I do dearest, and I know_ it quite well.
> Additionally, I have the ability to KNOW it, unlike you.
> Your 'real' name Joseph has never been called into play.
> So avoid attempting to 'one-up' using your crutch of
> self-importance by making vacant empty grandiose
> statements you don't understand, and empty accusations.
>
> You're not capable of perceiving outside of your nose,
> least of all anything about anyone. Nor are humans /
> objects / events subject to your brain's lnee-jerk.
>
> Myopic ape.
>
> > > I am not sending you anything. Just watching you play mindgames with
> > > yourself–rather sad and pathetic ones.
> >
> > watching is the most powerful service
>
> Meaningless drivel. You know nothing of service, Joseph,
> and even worse, you're unqualified for anysort of 'artistic' service.
> That you try to peddle yoir ignorant idiotic behavior,
> which can do nothing but_ damage others who don't
> know better as 'service' is completely irresponsible.
>
> Art dearest is a service in which those who can_ do it,
> can engage. You dearest, are a farmer. And as previously written,
> not one who still has chances left of developing 'artistically'
> which is possible even for farmers.
>
>
> > > To make matters even worse, you don't even realize what you're doing
> > > to yourself, and_ you're becoming increasingly defensive.
> >
> > I circle myself and see the expanding spiral.
>
> You see nothing of the sor. But you tell yourself many delusions,
> in order to inflate your egotism. A psychotic kid, but not a child,
> who attempts to play with toys it can't play with.
>
> >If you want to play, just ask nicely.
>
> No dearest, you're not interesting, capable, or important
> enough to play with. Avoid attempting to project interest
> that isn't there.
>
> With regards to you: only one thing is valid:
> you're a psychotic, fraudulent con-man who's trying
> to 'peddle' his 'service''-which is incompetent
> and delusioned as something of value.
>
> I AM perfectly nice. You're simply an arrogant
> catatonic idiot–and if YOU want to be treated
> otherwise, start taking responsibility for your
> own vampirism and idiocy.
>
>
> The local trashman is far more capable of it than you,
> and far more sincere. You are only making
> empty postures in attempts to con-vince.
> while the sum total of your self-evident value is zero.
>
> With all your posturing against religion,
> you've bought yourself the delusion of
> your ego and hoistedit above in the form of
> some felusory fantasy of 'performance art'
> in a stupor worse than tthat of a religious zealot.
>
> Remember what you said about pseudo-religious
> idiots being exploitative?
>
> You're one of them. And you are attempting to exploit
> an audience, just like apseudo-preacher attempts
> to exploit a congregation.
>
> And this my dearest is all you are.
> A cob-man.
>
> A bientot.

Quoting "-IID42 Kandinskij @27+" <[email protected]>:

> I'm sorry dearest. This catatonic nonsense is not a reply.

There is no service to which to reply.

> But what else did you put yourself through in order to
> try and mess with something you can't touch?

Something is not at thing, it is a service, and of course I cannot touch "it"

>
> Blind man stabbing in the dark, you're stabbing at yourself.

When I close my eyes, everything I need is in my mind, which creates all that
is in it.

joseph (cor e form art) + (porat per ance ist)
frank + lyn - mc + El + roy

go shopping -> http://www.electrichands.com/shopindex.htm
call me 646 279 2309

On Sat, 9 Nov 2002, joseph (yes) wrote:

> You want to believe

I neither want, nor believe. What I say about you is an accurate
observation of what you are. My behavior is absolutely desire
and belief free. Cheap wishful projections will not change the validity
of what I wrote.


> I am a con man

That you are.

> because you cannot believe how real I am.

If you were real dearest, nobody would need to believe_ that.

Again you shot yourself in the foot: were you real,
you'd know the proper function of belief.


But you can keep telling yourself self-delusional
pleasantries if you like. However, what you are
is nothing.

And that would not be problematic, were you not trying
to exploit the unawareness of others.

Impotently enough, all you can do is toss about
childish defensiveness: 'you just say this because
I'm sooo cool'. Ahem

Allow me to restate it for you: I say what I do because
it is_ correct. And because what you are doing is exploitative
of your audience.

And you will not become any real-er until you take agood look
at yourself and realize how worthless is it all that you do.

Come back to me and speak of Reality, when you can look in
the face of someone weaker than you are, and know with
the whole of your Being, that you've done nothing in your life
to deserve even the slightest glance from that person.

Until then, you remain, an irresponsible, greedy, and
malicious child, who fancies that its incompetent
elephant-in-a-chinashop- behavior is a 'service'-

You cannot even help yourself.

On Sat, 9 Nov 2002, joseph (yes) wrote:

> > I'm sorry dearest. This catatonic nonsense is not a reply.
>
> There is no service to which to reply.

Oh yes dearest, there was. But being catatonic you'd not notice.

> > But what else did you put yourself through in order to
> > try and mess with something you can't touch?
>
> Something is not at thing, it is a service, and of course I cannot touch "it"

Drivel.

> >
> > Blind man stabbing in the dark, you're stabbing at yourself.
>
> When I close my eyes, everything I need is in my mind, which creates all that
> is in it.

Ah right. The brain obsessed asleep monkey.

Mesmerized into stupor.

Who puts the things in your brain?

`, . ` `k a r e i' ? ' D42