Believe in the Truth

In not calling me, I believe my father is more sensitive to the ungodly hour that it is here, than that I was to the ungodly hour it was there when I called him.

My Russians, they fix things in a trial–and–error mannner, though in their case, mostly error. I could have a switch on me that indicated the type of relationship that my user intended. Then, there would be no awkwardness, and only… well, you know.

I cannot bear to be expressive in a poem.

I’m embarrassed by it. Here’s a CD that no one wants, yet everyone gets for Christmas. I was too low, when I created it, to have been bothered by this at the time.

Before they had this, they had t’his, i.e. te/o his, as the Dutch do with their words.

We cannot bear, nor bother to do as the Dutch with their words, but if we tried, we’d find that its best, or even its least, bests this, better than its rivals. Unless we really think this is the best.

I believe that belief is not sufficient. I think that thought does not suffice. These are the two arguments one can make. Understand this on(e) all levels, including the most general.

I think the most specific and the most general are the most true, even though we perpetrate no truth (a fact. which perhaps speaks to the mediocrity (I can’t remember who possessed it…   I tried to rid myself and my memory of those people. ))

Truth is a pretentious facade that continuously must subvert itself. If only I could know the nobleness of ite, over it, or van it (forging this is called the “vanity” (I believe)//  they speak of )

A (pretentious, if it wants to state some truth–what right has it????!!!) [box]: parenthetical statement where one could have used a slash. If the slash is to speak of punctuation marks, then one should include those which don;t make sense. If you believe that what I say doesn;t make sense, I can have b=power over you, as long as you don’t believe me.

This is the danger of advertising: If we believe them, we’re fucked, otherwise, if we don; believe in it, we give it power. We may or may not believe in a manners that inffluence pierce-icely that which we need to know, to be able to live, ot something,

Losing my mind is a terrible thing, especially because I know I’m doing it by mixing uppers and downers….

That sentence is serious enough to have deserved the finality of a period (feminine, or otherwise… Aw, snap!)

we live insofar as the difficulty, the focus of coming close, which can be told to anybody, the necessity I do not have to feel. It is a liberation, a freedom from the pressing news that what I must do is necessary…