So the thing was I didn't have a voice, and that was still a problem. When I encountered people and I wanted to work out what the situation was -- the one I was in -- I would say to them something like, "O! Others say this about me. What situation am I in?" And then I would always hear a confident assertion that if others said anything about me, then whatever others said was indubitably true, since others know all sorts of things about one that one cannot know oneself.
Realistically then, one must listen to others and pay very close attention, in a very sensitive way. If someone was angry at me, that was always for a reason, since people simply do not get angry without a reason. I must be the reason. I'm the cause of things. I'm very powerful then -- more powerful than I know. As yet I am not yet sensitive enough, because I can't determine how I am the reason. But others are very, very sensitive and can pick up these low-emitted frequencies.
Anyway, appeasement turns out to be very important for someone stuck in my situation. I mean how it was. Elsewise, you have to face death, I mean face it down.
Someone is yelling at me in the corridor and I'm pressing my forehead against the hurrican gale they are creating in my mind, and I am saying. "No. Enough. Not any more."
I don't know what will result from this bit of magic. Nothing about buttocks-sizes. I could continue on this slender thread that others have given me, or I can stop time. I'll just keep saying no until time stops for me. And then I'll get off this train and get on another one. Or whatnot.
I remember throwing things up. The whole reason for my life, like biltong mixed with sticky blood.
No no more.
Anyway, it was Hegel who gave me this kind of an idea, emitting on a shamanic frequency.
I just didn't like the whipping girl thingie. Not anymore.
I can't be blamed for things that are coming from other people's minds.
If you ask someone for direction, you don't expect them to tell you you are fucked, and then to guarantee that you are fucked by kicking your butt.
That's not a signpost and that is not giving directions. Then there is only a NO -- no to other people's directions. No to their engorged buttocks-sizes.
But now I am a Hegelian. At least for the moment. Hegel the Magician.
I will force reality to comply with my negative dialectic. I will make it stand still.
No more mosquitoes of the mind will attack me again. No more feasting from my blood.
To engorge their buttoxes.
I told you I meant business.
Realistically then, one must listen to others and pay very close attention, in a very sensitive way. If someone was angry at me, that was always for a reason, since people simply do not get angry without a reason. I must be the reason. I'm the cause of things. I'm very powerful then -- more powerful than I know. As yet I am not yet sensitive enough, because I can't determine how I am the reason. But others are very, very sensitive and can pick up these low-emitted frequencies.
Anyway, appeasement turns out to be very important for someone stuck in my situation. I mean how it was. Elsewise, you have to face death, I mean face it down.
Someone is yelling at me in the corridor and I'm pressing my forehead against the hurrican gale they are creating in my mind, and I am saying. "No. Enough. Not any more."
I don't know what will result from this bit of magic. Nothing about buttocks-sizes. I could continue on this slender thread that others have given me, or I can stop time. I'll just keep saying no until time stops for me. And then I'll get off this train and get on another one. Or whatnot.
I remember throwing things up. The whole reason for my life, like biltong mixed with sticky blood.
No no more.
Anyway, it was Hegel who gave me this kind of an idea, emitting on a shamanic frequency.
I just didn't like the whipping girl thingie. Not anymore.
I can't be blamed for things that are coming from other people's minds.
If you ask someone for direction, you don't expect them to tell you you are fucked, and then to guarantee that you are fucked by kicking your butt.
That's not a signpost and that is not giving directions. Then there is only a NO -- no to other people's directions. No to their engorged buttocks-sizes.
But now I am a Hegelian. At least for the moment. Hegel the Magician.
I will force reality to comply with my negative dialectic. I will make it stand still.
No more mosquitoes of the mind will attack me again. No more feasting from my blood.
To engorge their buttoxes.
I told you I meant business.
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