and coz any point aint but the sum total of its Alternates (and coz bankers then the measure its Success), and coz i is only in Superposition now to here, the universe grows, but Slowly, West. (and as jokes but bits thats light on Data (i mean while the left lobe Understands the joke, its the right that Gets it (so, get This, Bitch), i mean while laughs have always come in Threes, cops is only ever Twofers, so you ain never gunna hear your local constable spruiking on some Trinity while DoubleorQuits is still a Happening Thing. thats just the way it Is. and as Thinking is Forgetting the distinctions youre so Set on, and coz its all so easy to get Names for words (you know, like Dunno for DoNotKnow, FuckYou for FuckOff ..) and coz youre by definition free to operate a name without a Licence, and coz its names is always spellings of the Present and so is painfully Free of Repetition (and words is Nowt if not (even erratically) Repeated (i mean whats been saids been Said, and Said is but the Twin of subtlety .. (i mean basically the english invented capital coz no one else knew what the word Have, Meant. (i mean Redundancy, it turns out, only means Economy in French. i mean who woulda guessed? .. (and as its ever harder to squeeze more past into the present, language compensates by getting ever more transparent (mEaning being but the rhyming scheme of what you mIght have mEant .. one, then, of the initialising issues is Repetition. and as Two is the argument for the Incompleteness of one, we know precisely more than we Did. or dont. i mean its knowing what you dontKnowyouknow which is the Cuteness of knowledge. i mean a fair coin toss is not Yet the death of chance. just a cloned Ideal moment left over from the crucifiction. that its at all Like itself is its claim to be Regressed. which tells you an awful lot about satisfaction. and what we're talking about here is Marking this satisfaction. Names is but the arrangement of such marks. Trickledown. where its only to the extent that this is Not self identical does It indeed make Sense. in other words, Fat Chance is the only reasonable measure of a concept. so Proof then is not so much a measure of its negateability as its Sheer incredUlity. i mean for green to be, Green, it has first to be unlIkely .. another way of saying this is Contradiction is the name of a number. a Big number. (i mean Criterias just something you do with the Help.) and as Sequence aint but the sanskrit term for Subject, and coz facts is thereby Calculable (which, youknow, maintains that any number up from five is a Fiction (everything else is a Function) .. So? .. ok, so which is More dialectic, the number or its ..? oh. and coz the real is Impossible (which, by the way, is the full explanation as to why the Idea), anyway, coz You is that Style of definition, an Induction, that only works in English (i mean how do you say Vu in french, Vu? see, i told you it wouldnt work ..), anyway .. i mean (be Serious), Is dont mean Shit less you got your Thingie on. i mean Is is Definitionally regressive .. (i knew That) .. and as the infinite is that which is pathologically Not itself, or out of Sorts, is That without Succession .. and as .. sorry, can i take your order now? and as words is the argument that everything is comparable, and as speech is the argument that its minimally True, every word is not only the Measure, but the Negation of all Other words, and as far as proofs Go, that aint half Bad. but as the details spend their lives cleaning up after cops (a cop being she who demands that a fact be Identical with itself), their testimony is probably poisoned by psychology, so .. i mean how do you prove the observer is not just some opportunist bench warmer whos main interest is the mortgage, by Being that fucking mortgage? and as meaning Names the process of getting from Here to That (in other words, meaning is a Dog), and as winning is deemed a Rational activity (i mean for Losers, duh) .. so while a pragmatist ties her pants with semantics, the hero is eve too embarrassed to blEed. (and as No is that which when doubled constitutes Yes, and as Pants is that which when doubled constitutes Pants, Semantics is that which Thinking, it turns out, is the last generic. the bucket of names thats dropped in this generic is that formally known as (i mean probability is a Form (you'll find it on your menu between two and three), its value consists almost exclusively in its being hidden). Description but of course is Normative. (Ubiquitous is normative. (motives Is normative. john Is normative. i mean i know coz i was there (you know, the Arbitrary Tango (or indeed any survivor of the abecedarium. (i mean the comforting thing about, Comfort, is that it Infers. i mean what would Dimensional Skepticism look Like, the Market? though as far as mediums Go, fourninetyfive aint All bad. i mean it weighs in at less than Five, it Intuits less than five. and coz forms is but a Quasi Mind, a Nominal, um, .. (though its clearly only Cash that conceives of the subject as a Fractal. (vernacular fractals also come as Proofs, but thats a .. so .. (the addition of the first name is what makes a proposition. its the addition of the second makes an Argument. so just as odds is a way of Predicting the truth, theyre also a way of entertaining those facts that wait On the truth before letting Their thoughts be known. which is convenient. i mean for all concerned. so, now, although the subject and object are both in superposition to a verb (and this the Same verb), this is not to say they cant maybe occasionally Swap (which is indeed the expressed measure of redundancy). and finding then the Object in these summaries, or fields, Collections, is not Too difficult, though whether this subsequent, the Next, really requires ID, is sometimes hard to tell. i mean if logic is mere the argument about whats to happen next, then presumably Any, whatever, will Do, but if it thinks better of itself as a definition of Event, of what models as a Set, then .., anyway, you get the picture. the logical Pause or Comma, the moment of paranoia that defines perspective, is Infallible, and infallible because its terminally Insane, .. the Subject then is that pure moment of doubt that needs but a verb to keep it On (a verb or Audient is here the Same .. see, i Told you being Right has tactical advantages .. as one of the early essays in pragmatics, music was somewhat outplayed by the rise of pure maths and banking and other subsequent profits of theory, so while music remained the argument against instrumentalisation, while music was still the calculus of its Observer, Logic tried to define the listener as some excluded middle to be acted On (you know, Kitsch .. but we Have Lost the Banks. with any luck, heavens next. (the first thing you learn from a formalist, is that ignorance is strategic. the subject is forever Bargaining with the object. (which is how it is we know that while two is not necessarily or Invariably equal to two, it Is obliged to be Purposeful. in other words, computation that fails to change the context Of said computation Aint worth Shit. i mean that very same Two is probably now worth, who knows .. admittedly one of those early Interactive facts, the observer is not Only collateral. i mean she Does, for example, have ambitions to be Relevant. which is probably why shes as tame as she is. and while the beauty of change is expressed as Humility (i mean it takes a certain Knowingness to Blush (and just as, whatever, Something, is a definition of Economy, is the economy the mannered measure of, Redundancy. Ipso Facto Q E D, I D. Costs of Context OneohOne, my bum. Cash. the ideal limit, the Pathos of the ideal limit (the Tool of pathos Of, blahblah (in other words, the Falsifiable (i mean as far as minds Go, the brain does have the distinct advantage of being able to (minimally) Change its mind (context being but somesort of, public Doodle .. (and of course data doesnt necessarily need to Win .. i mean if we could cross examine the, Nail, would it Mind? ok, lets say, .. i Know, howabout, for a rule to be a Rule, does it have to be observed more than Once? i mean its reasonably clear that a mistake can Function as a rule, but it probably gets Shit when queuing for residuals. and as signs are acts of Coordination (i mean you cant Arrive before youve Left (cept of course in English)) .. i mean while we Agree that definition is Important, we have no idea what we're (Red is a wavelength which when multiplied a bunch will resolve as a metre, Tautology is when you piss in the same water twice, Language is that logically insulated from either true or false, or true And false ..) .. so, so, how would you know you were thinking? a tool, that with use at one end and me at the other (and as a self is that tool which is usefully reproduced, Memory is here one of those optional extras, a sort of winsome luxury), anyway as i was saying, a tool or structure, an Event (it comes in odds and probabilities, clauses and legitimations (of those moments of the present we feel friendly about (though, friendly Only, i mean without any Guarantees)) .. the judicious Arrangement of these Decisionistas, these Laws of Emergency, virgin births and Singularities (you know, the SubjectasamomentofIdentity mob), is not Exclusively the domain of nostalgia, but framing it as a fascist enterprise def Helps. so is there what we could call a Reasonable subject, i mean Apart from justice, you know, what we might otherwise think of as a Distributed Learning .., what, Algorithm? .. i mean when the subject runs away from home, sells itself, is it then the Object, the slightly Awkward object? i mean its true that the object is not itsElf. and that the Lingual is but OedipalwithBellsOn is likewise hard to tip, i mean Top (no, Tip.. (funny, you dont Look ..) which is not to say the object is Heroic, you understand, Merely that its slightly dazed, confused. i mean the object is admittedly not much of a metaphor. it does but cope pretty well with Fiction, and its this Arbitrary Detention, this Extraordinary Rendition gets our duck from A to B and back. so this is the joke. and its this being outside of Being, this Disinterest, is Its Defining Property. and when you extract, whatever, Something, from, Something and employ it to Redefine this selfsame known, youve bought a lot of stickers and also and not incidentally just defined Truth. and while the subject is a Local truth, the Object is a Tactical truth, the verb being but the logical link between them .. (now, whether this link is to be Represented, is the question of the hour. and This is a class question. i mean while the link is not a gift, representation Is a gift. and while all subjects is definitionally parasitically Equal, its the motives of the objects which remain vulnerable to Meaning. so now, if you remember, the Subject is defined as Justice, and justice is clearly that without Proof, only exists in the domain of Affirmation .. (i mean if the past were to have a motive, would it reasonably be to be Miraculously Discovered? and this is Wanting, the desire to be recognised by some erstwhile Same? and this is the claim that power is at least Interesting? .. the Verb then is the failure of both the subject and the object to explain away, either singularly or together, either the Same or its Affirmation, a sort of trojanhorse effect that removes all traces of Its own Cause? as the actor said to the bishop, No Thanks. (and as its this very Thanksbutnothanks which the, the, oh idunno, Whomever, call Facts. (you know, how capital successfully defines the protocols of self definition exactly at that moment when labour thinks the boss is making a loss on the deal. now, for one to be One is one thing, but for one to be the Other is somethingelse again. (one of these is of course an object of desire. and Yes you do get to pick.) However, and this is a rather Large however, one is also locally less than circular, and its this incompetence of reproduction, this Noise that attends on the very Idea of definition .. (which makes sense when you think about it. i mean Yes is dimensional, but try saying yes in Seven and see where That gets you. (interestingly enough, seven is not an issue for Negation. which is i guess coz negation is somehow easier to Clone. it Is but a knowledge which remains distinct from its object. or equiv. (meaning what, that zero is, Adequate, that its Hybridised? admittedly anything suffering self identity, suffers from ideals. its just common sense. (i mean existence may well prove to be a case of special pleading, but thats no reas .. i mean Salvation through Nouns or some other transactional analysis, like the Recitation of Names .. you know, one of those DoitYourself consistencies .. i mean isnt Logic supposed to be a measure of the Same, you know, a Sameness of the same, so when i say Pain, you say Ouch. i mean if you know whats good for you .. Voila, the Non Sock. (i mean in Logical time, the dead are already dead .. jo is in business. jo hears god tell him to sell his business. he sells. jo hears god tell him to move to las vegas. he moves. jo hears god tell him to take his cash and stake it all on twentyone red. jo demurs, but places his bet. twentyone red comes up, and a voice from the heavens, UnFuckingBelievable. i mean basically youve got data over here and the condition of being a fact over Here. they fuck. i mean one another. and thats it. thats the Science of Decision. the rest is voyeuristic gravy. and why one dimension looks pretty much like another. the Beautiful thing about the binary bit jockies but, is that by this logic One is such a complete Map of zero that they can then Lease out all the zeroes and live off the rent without even ever having to Die. (it is of course the Trauma of this rent that gives us the economy. No Strings. just a Fact Data Decisional Pathos.) and the Alternate, the one where language assumes you speak English? or are at least an Early Adopter .. (isnt there a line in hamlet somewhere about being, No, no that was .. Decisions are dimensions of a subject. or object. or Measurements of dimension. and Facts, facts is those event horizons that dunno how to, what, Add? dunno how to, no, dunno Who to, who to, oh gimme a break, dunno who to Save? and if the deposit Sentence thing is then the moment of, if the sentence, if Articulation is the moment of Change, then the price, or News, would be .. i say isay iSay, who was that ( ) i saw you with .. and as resistance to stupidity is thus the medium of Cause, the Function, the veritable Computer (Of, the Subject, duh (complacent fuckin bitch), i mean if the subject is just the Lens of the object, its immanent Interruption, where does the narcissist get Off, in being Wrong, Heresy? romantic bloody positivists is Everyfuckinwhere. i mean Logic is but the attempt to Guarantee Access. its therefore quite a pretty Field, what with datas and formalisms and bits and distinctions that sum to less than trite. i mean if you cant problematise That .. (though i guess pulling pragmatism out of a hat doesnt count for much round here (and not all hats is axioms. i mean the semantics of maths will only get you to Maybe. after that, you can tictactoe up and down the halls all the way to Sashay, but youre definitionally stuck with the last definition of Set, youknow, More or Less and the Recursions. (i mean have you ever noticed how pronouns and whole numbers only come in fourfour? and coz its illegal to export the idea of meaning, and coz fiction has its Own sweettooth (a fact being here but a Model of a fact), Understanding is something of an experiment. a Public experiment, but experiment nonetheless. an Index. GodhasaBlindspotandIamIt, as george bush, or Hegel (anyway, one of those) used to say. as if doubt was some form of Neurological Research. Logic then is perhaps better understood as the psychosis of the subject (psychosis being the argument that time is ideological (music, the Classic example (Fashion Axioms have no Fat (you know, That lot) (coz theyre condemned to be successful, is Why.)) and Thats the joke. i mean incompleteness is just Slapstick .. (you know you is my Mirror stage, you Know you is is my MoNey (My being here of course, Ideal. (and while Observation is def an Object, it Has Evolved. i mean You is now the Definition of odds. i mean while the negative of a, Stubbed Toe, may well be a Mind, the negative of Stone is not Invariably so (though the numbers do favour its being Stupid (you know, stupid, as in Fact,ish. (and coz a fact is that which cant be Known, or better, that which cant be Necessarily known, or known to be Necessary .. and just as an object or dimension, or Agreement, is a Facility (something like You, Me and the Art of Cognition), and just as at least One of these cant be thought Coherently (which requires, at minimum, that facts indeed Think (though maybe Intuit is a better word (and it remains of course inevitably moot as to whether or in what sense facts is reasonably Reducible to thought .. i mean anything so easily learned is hard to distinguish from its instigation (let alone of course its Denial. (blahblah Tax and the flip top Facts.) i mean, In Principle, metaphors make no sEnse. and as the subject is but a recidivist metaphor doing some social workers version of Time .. i mean a fact is more like a dinner party than it is a Fact. so, what sort of fact Is Dark matter? (i mean apart from being illegal, and obviously the argument that whatyougotlotsof, you know, Mass, is what you Farm. (and coz culture is the argument that the past is a natural Resource, and coz More is the argument that its perfectly Therapeutic (and coz language is always in the market for Habit (i mean as maths is statistically prone to noise..)), Anyway, .. and as gravity is the liaison of Where with When, some sort of socially embedded cognition of .. and just as Randomness is a fair measure of Incompetence, and just as a chair is a Theory of the Universe, and just as Cause is a Colour (and just as theres no Economy in defining cause as a colour), and just as light is a form of Time travel .. and coz Half of negation is supposed to be symmetrical .. so what do the gullible actually Know? and What anyway Is an Observer? i mean sure theys a Context, but .. but before we get into that .. Consciousness is here our pet. its also the only question we're qualified to ask. (so how come experience aint but one sodden lump? Indeed, how come there seems to be more than one type of Stuff? Just (as the skeptic would have it), Just a matter of Luck? (luck being of course incompatible with knowledge. Understanding (the (admittedly elegant) negative of Love) has trouble defining what it means by Evidence. which is not to say that its a Placebo .. or maybe it Is .. maybe thats whats meant by thenegativeof.. Anyway, Evidence is Definitionally arbitrary. it is also beautifully Symptomatic. of fiction. of a resistance to cure. and so while gravity is just one of those things that matter has to Work Through (i mean Confessing to gravity is all well and good, its just not yet Enough (as if one could sublimate Enough .. )), It, i mean Gravity, is no Mere Observer. it Implies (what, that the subject is a Repetition Machine, a sop to its own self esteem? (but then again, if Negation werent so, Ideal, what would it Be? i mean thats not just Rhetorical .. and coz pleasure is less, Democratic than pain (though there is of course some redemptive pleasure in living in a Set (as if there was some causal relationship of pleasure to reality .. ))) and coz ignorance is obviously not an Object of Knowledge, but only its, Filter, and coz repetition makes a lousy subject .. and while a disinterested arbitrary systematic or Scientific knowing is not yet cynical, its better than an ad for truth as Value Added Tax (though the Knowing which is so Determined by its object is obviously only ever more or less Adequate .. you know, ignorance being but a specific Form of knowing .. and as a, a, a Chair has no need to conceive of its Own inexistence, has no need to pocket Doubt as some sort of souvenir, has no need in short to Sneeze (a psychoanalytic Counter Transference of shrink and Counter shrink, you know, as if Being Wrong were mere some sort of Convenience .. i mean the chair does not Necessarily experience the arse as traumatic. (born again, Maybe .. so, while the subject makes a reasonable Theory, it makes a seriously Great bacterium. and just as poverty is the Science of the Subject (i mean what Is it that a photon can look at itself all day? (you know, the mirror photon trap minimalist witness thing)), the subject wants but a self to keep it Warm. This, then, is the narcissism of time. and why time is so neurotically Happy. the subject as Symptom, a dimensional ignorance of, of, of Whosgoingtowininthethirdrace, of, of .. though Maybe the symptom is just Stupid .. the Subject then would be its Own Cure. with the added grace of being able to Forget .. not bad for a Kid from the Sticks, you know, replete with all that Aesthetic Distancing and stuff .. and as the end is a reasonable Cause (which is in itself enough to ensure its not psychotic .. the Subject then is a tasteful substitute for End. i mean how embarrassing is thAt? .. (and just as life is the examination of non existence (i mean we all know (or probably, Do) the alternative (i mean knowledge is just some viral confusion of Now with Then (which is why its always oddson to Win (you know, explanation as a self evidently reasonable punch line (well, reasonable for Depressives .. oops .. well, could the subject be Other than a sacrifice? sacrifice to What (fuckin Functionalist), Agreement? .. Any Questions? so what does the listener learn to Do, the Subject? how traumatic is well maybe not Traumatic, how, Addictive is that? does this then explain memory? i mean it clearly explains Fact, you knOw, the subject as but sadistic Kitsch (i mean psychology is obviously a mistake .. so wouldn it be good, if .. or, as they say, you know, in English, in Court, in Fiction, indubitably, that la de da Self Solfege, i Do. and as the Project of course entails Projection, and as the Facts (at least) need to Breathe (facts is always sad), meaning is that form of nature that Excuse Me, did, did you say Cheese? whatdoyouMean logic is not an Experience? and anyway, it must be one of the better mimes. i mean admittedly Compulsive .. i mean the subject is not exactly Naive. and while thinking out loud is indeed something of a sport (and its one of the few that will get you cross the street), an urgent pointless proof that pauses are both not the same And that form of ubiquitous computing that is transparent to its Use, which is why of course (oh shut Up) its one of the better Heads .. ok Now? .. sorry, was that Speculative? i mean as a medium, i is not the Worst .. i mean how safe is placebos sposed to Be? 2 back in the day when americas exports were debt and legislation and china outsourced aristocracy and dependency, you know, when a dollar was a dollar (though its worth remembering that most of these were stolen, you know like how most of leonardos so called inventions were lifted from a chinese field manual (theres a fine line between profit and hypocrisy, but between profit and hypocrisy and theft theres of course no line at all (american pragmatic exceptionalism comes from a long line of exceptions, not the least being that columbus used a map. a chinese map, as it happens. what goes around comes around)), Anyway, while the economy is basically a service industry for the military (sixtyeightpointseven cents in every american tax dollar go to defence, so after roads and bridges and pork barrels theres not too many text books on the ground (which is why americans couldnt find leonardo on a map even if you paid them (though that would have to be in dollars, i guess. and anyway, the chinese have no understanding of music. i mean they dont even know who hank williams is. see, thats how you know theres been a failure of the market. however, with the successful socialisation of business insurance, isnt the socialisation of health insurance now a fait accompli? and as the american dollar makes the world safe for the chinese dollar (though of course not safe for the americans), we have proof that there is a god. yankee self sacrifice will be rewarded. maybe not in the same heaven as other suicides, but maybe next door. where instead of forty virgins you get forty acres and a mule. and the chinese dollar also looks different. it has two sides. at the same time. so nothing adds up to change. but at least the brokers are no longer just working for tips .. which reminds me of that old hank williams song Mind your Own Business.. and coz humans have lousy instincts, they invented language. which was particularly convenient for bureaucrats. but being part of the Service industry is not what makes identity Hypocritical. its the poverty of the experience makes it hypocritical. and its this bureaucracy of truisms, this fashionable Intent, which turns the crime of Waiting into something of a sport. but coz the future is only played by Amateurs, waiting is sold as something to do on the Side (bit like showing a profit, really). but coz language is the Exception of Truth, and coz truth is a Side effect (and therefore guilty), a not particularly subtle run at Blackmail, or a FillingintheBlanks, whatever (as if price was mere the decorative hiding of some phoney Choice (you know, where understanding is some sort of accident or glitch that marks a failure of grace .. measurement is invariably of Inertia, of a failure to be Something Else (you know, noise as coherence, surplus value, Use (use as fetish ..)). its a form of Mass. identity, on the other hand, is that which defines something else as a Medium. you know, like How come light is not included in the periodic table. is it to do with its being a headache? and coz memory is just this migraine of belief (and is therefore but an issue of class (which is essentially the same as saying that two is an emergent property of three, some sort of knitonepurltwo loop, or Cardigan (and just when you thought the world might be safe from behaviourists .. i mean mind is just something that happens to time .. water is a metaphor. or the name given to an arrangement that behaves as we expect it should. which is reasonable. particularly for the fish. or the glass. or indeed any other pattern of behaviour. which is not exactly the same as saying that naming is Fractal, though i must admit i have no idea how i'd prove that its not. but as there are those laws which Are not, which are mere Definitions (which is what gives them the capacity to be true for both their statement And their negation (which is no mere trivial aside)), and as names is but a local phenomenon, my inability doesnt count for much. its just an unlikely part of the equation. and as speech is one of the more bizarre experiments.. i mean its one of the few that manifest an increased potency over distance (which is not unheard of, i mean forgiveness is worth more than Permission, for example (and as both of these are virtual, its completely academic as to which is more precarious, who owns what, who has the job and so on.) which is why of course academics are so well paid). so as the gold dinar and the gold rouble Describe themselves, we only buy the Diff. so, Context? and while we're There, what actually Are the actuarial tables on swaps? i mean Exchange (the classic distinction without a difference) is pretty damn Neurotic, and anything which resolves as infinity is perfectly useless as an answer. and its constant bickering about Lack is a sure sign that its obviously Clinically Depressed, so getting from Nine to Five is a science as refined as any without a consequence, though with the added charm of being easily able to On-Sell any of its facts. and when any of these facts are then in superposition to themselves we then have proof, or consciousness, or price, or some other souvenir for whichever niche or context we happen to employ. you know, like, Debt. the classic patriotic act. and as this is in superposition to That, whatever, and as the market is in superposition to the market, and as negation is in superposition to Anything, and as the market is the Failure of the market (as opposed to what, a form of pandering?), as if consciousness was but a local system of Immunes. i mean learning is clearly addictive. and then theres the poor bastard who has to go round recategorising everything as Memory. now Thats a thankless task. and coz its all so funky, theres a bunch of redundancy. and redundancy effectively multiplies any associative reckoning, so Theres your leverage. (historically, consciousness arose when the hypothalamus was enlarged, Engorged (and not because it had a Cold), so history has some explaining to do. i mean i know she was back by twelve, and her friend did confirm theyd been doing homework, but then again, something here is clearly less than english. and as sense is then obviously an out of body experience (i mean its either that or (i mean Repeatability or periodicity are only useful definitions of the Stupid. i mean what motive does a fact Have for being a cause, being Bored? (ontogeny recapitulates phylogeny may well be a good name for a Band, or Stock, but confusing it with a cost benefit analysis or Price is a classically normative mistake. (which is not to say that explanation is Wholly petulant, but .. and just as the fish is a form of knowing about water, and just as a fact is a (failed) attempt at refutation (and just as water is an attempted fact), and just as sense is a form of Altruism (which is only just mad enough to be true (yet another of those just-so stories, you know, like Your-Money-at-Work .. so as consciousness learns to approximate, to Assume, Form, to speak badly, to Ambiguate (which is, after all, pretty bloody easy, there being no equal pay statute which is even Accidentally enforced), it becomes a willing slave to its own pattern of abuse. being wrong, then, is maybe best understood as an attempt to get off junk. in this sense its almost or quasi Sentimental. which is a clue. to what exactly, i'm not sure, but that of course is why its a clue. how to dress to be assumed. First, actually before we get into that you know, Competitive reduction, and coz the past is a Science (or anyway, a get-well card), .. the most beautiful thing about music is that its not even a Fallacy. it does but want to trade up. which is to say that through no fault of its own, it does find comfort, Comforting. which suggests that while the present may indeed be viral, it also suffers from the, whatever, of .. i mean shes not so much a liar as a Data Therapist. fuckin bureaucrat .. i mean is music Necessarily part of the service economy, you know, a sort of nurse or gunrunner or, mirror neuron or.., or is its very informality that which makes it so efficient as a, Stick (i mean as a Product, credit has some serious attractions (and three percent of them are mine), but as a tool for Turning such a product, for formalising Feedback (feedback, hygienic for Politesse (tinkering, mucking about with .. as if the downbeat was a model For, or the poverty Of, some decadence of gravity. i mean This is Always more insomniac than that. and coz its clearly a derivative, its more everythingelse as well. as that. and a, whatever, is clearly but a case of Overcompensation, a Defensive Strategy .. (for minors). which suggests that the brain needs to resolve the pattern at Whateverthecost. (this is also known as the Sense syndrome.) consciousness then is mere but the measure of this redundancy. (this really is a bit too much like teaching positivists how to beg, but i assure you we'll get over this embarrassment soon enough. i mean does two think of three as Ambitious, or mere a form of Deja Vu? i mean anything so overt is Obviously depressed. and as sense is all so retro Phobic, it has a pretty hard time of it. suffers a lot from morning sickness, nausea, and a bizarre array of value systems we assume were too dull to die. as if diagnostics were some sort of morning after pill. i mean how delusional can art afford to be? and when or at what stage can it said to be a Syndrome? and is doubt Sufficient as a motive? or would it have to be some sort of Specialised doubt, you know, doubt as to whether an echo is complex enough to constitute promise, or whether its just too pathologically lazy to manifest any sense of humour at all. is it limited to some sort of Ersatz self? which suggests what, that a, dog, is just a bad actor? and coz you is transparent to your Theory of, Everything (though whether yous Necessarily transparent to your theory is up for grabs), and coz you is transparently confused, you must be confused in English (i mean like the invasion of iraq, consciousness is a grammar of English. i mean there is no word for consciousness in Dutch or Khmer or Swahili or japanese or ..). and as the subject is therefore perfectly Self Evident (i mean its clear that english has (or Is) a Motive), that looking is a song about If (you know, that which happens between subjects (, and as Ownership is but the dull version of the argument about Agency (though an Artificial subject (which nine times out of ten will be a fiction) Also has a claim on .. simulated adaption. simulated adaption sounds good. sounds like it Represents. like it, likes to represent. and its this self same Liking which wants to define itself now as Behaviour (and coz behaviour is not insulated from memory in the same way that its insulated from intent, you can have your cake and eat it too twice a day on sundays, so Theory clearly has its moments). i mean its not that english is Necessarily jealous of the present .. so theres Placebos, Panaceas and other paraphernalia that make up the definition of interface. and coz these is therefore Facts and facts is anything but passive (which is not of course to say they aint severely fucked (i mean cognitive or No, theres somewhat of a queue for sloppy seconds)) and as the market is good and reasonable, and as goods and borders are the Interface to said Sport, or market, and as this makes it a Perfect (though somewhat Stressed) Computer (numbers which mechanically defer one to the other), Voila, we have here English .. i'd also like to send a cheerio to .. and just as credit can surprise itself by packaging risk as a moment then of Profit (here the unconscious is so easily confused with memory (that is, context with a bag over her head) that it adds gratuitous private detail in order to disable this transparency), and just as its phenomenologically cheaper (Far) for there to be Something Else, its likewise efficient for it to be other than the Same (like no one knew the meaning of More til evangelicals started in with Nearer my god to Thee (i mean, See?)), and just as same is more expensive than, than Anything, and just as risk is a Euphemism (, for the same) .. but coz i is but the residuals of my Theory (and coz residuals is but economics then for Kitsch), and coz the both of these is O-paque paranoid, the obvious word for Here, is Bitch. (and as art is but the art of modelling Event horizons (aka Surveillance, if you happen to be Employed), and as leverage is just a mechanical rhetoric applied to those numbers which are larger than Prime (in other words More is therapeutic if and only if it has a lessness it can Sell (for peanuts usually, or some small Change, Anyway something that gives the impression of Movement, coz movement is the one True and blessEd self of this Transparency (i mean any word would Do, but Self seemed right at the time .. ). so, what you see is what you get, though coz price is latin for Entropy (which is a really Inconvenient prejudice .. i mean so now it turns out that All economic transactions have been By and For the government and its just that they were too, Embroiled to pass it on. and as data, like price, is always Right .. i mean Print and Trace. Follow the money. and as agreement is a classic Cost (though its not like it had a choice, the market is merely Self Referential (though Publicly self referential. and Theres its charm. Public, is a Theory of Learning. (and for traders its how to Instrumentalise this public, so the public is a Dialect, of price, of loss, of, of .. i mean while the invention of credit was One thing, the invention of Debt was something else Again. debt is not only exponentially more Liquid, it lends itself to Formalisation real well. (in other words, Defence. (that language is a cop is no news. to discover that it only works for Benefits is though a little surprising. i mean it seems to mean so Well .. and as a bank is but its Franchise, and as analysis is that halfway between Branding and Something Else (common sense being the Measurement of labour (labour being now professionally or definitionally insecure (and as a form of understanding, facts is nothing if not Aesthetic (and you sure dont need Me to describe any Insecure Aesthetic liaison). So, is time spent looking at ads, Work or leisure? is a worker an accessory Before or After the fact? like, when is a cop unemployed, when she works for Cash? and just as property is a machine for the manufacture of truisms or use or some other sanctimonious theft, and as knowledge is declined as some sort of nasal Negative that never exactly pays the rent .. other ways of manufacturing attention include, include, Ambiguity, for One (and a state or fetish is a perfect definition of attention deficit disorder if indeed thats what your looking for), and Two, Risk. as a Commodity. (neither are all words really placebos. and as sense is Way too insecure (i mean it wont even bet on Context (as a Cure i mean, as a Cure .. so while i hope and pray theres something more decadent than Doubt, (but when they (they) Say capital is in crisis and mean capital Is crisis, we're not just talking buying a toaster and getting a free bank. i mean .. and coz poverty is one of the two things you can Legislate, theres clearly no need to have the poor there too. (and coz theres no There whence to post any (and all too elegant) Internal Contradictions (i mean the poor already use cash), this is where the buck stops and this is here. i mean here has a right to Service (though coz inflation is considered High tech, and service is definitively No tech, payment consists almost entirely of being here). Ownership, after all, is just the ability to be in two places at once .. and as chat is your formally classic Dopamine trigger, and as the market is run as a topic of conversation .. (and as the market allowed you to talk with people you didnt like, and the digital allows you to talk with people you dont even Know (and as the market translates more into, More .. so, you want fries with that bank? the past is surprisingly immature about these things. its stuck somewhere in the Price Eventhorizon continuum and so has trouble selling paradox as a value added Anything. i mean Face it, paradox is commensurable with Capital, but not much else. and as capital rents its job from the past, theres as easy Asymmetry of Expectation to be observed (though if your product was the instrumentalisation of Risk, wouldnt you also .. ?) i mean if it takes a cynic to believe in Currency, what does an Opportunist believe, Christ? like heaven is your Medium of Choice? so the question now then is, How do you rationalise data? (the implication being that it had some form of job security that can now be economically folded into the dialectic of something else.) However, and interestingly, data is just a dialect of having nothing to say. Agreement. on skates. or some doowop backup vocal that lends depth to the occasion. so do you just float it as a quasi Number, or claim it as Reparations? i mean could you sue the bank for breach of copyright? i mean standards are copyright, Right? i mean isnt that the definition of Tax? so never let your left hand know .. from credit to insurance and back (Credit, Insurance for Numbers (or the Past (or numbers As the past))). i mean a currency that conjugates its value relative to its immediate host (you know, if yous skint its worth a lot..) seems like One way to .. (though its its capacity to, you know to manufacture Heroes and romance, needs to be insured against. i mean heroes (like Cash (and other Semantics of Risk)) is something that you Rent. i mean only a Subject would call this Context. and while a transaction Looks like an observation, itd be wrong to infer anything about its behaviour. Inference afterall is a Branding exercise, and a client has (by definition) Other fish to fry. (and if Frying didnt use to be part of the Attention economy, it sure is Now .. i mean remember when looking was just Something to Do? and as relevance is a software that you Lease (most commonly from Capital (which facilitates all the formfilling credentialing and other Mannered Standards which of course abound), a Cost which is both perfectly irrational And seemingly Out of Sorts (god save us from grumpy fuckin data. theres just Way too many zeroes to go round. .. evidently this is where the words broke off and the subject left to pen My Life as a Cliche as some sort of pot boiler penny dreadful. could it have been Otherwise, its hard to tell. i mean a jingle i mean Silence is not Inherently radical. i mean ask your broker. and while labour is the only form of subjectivity that i mean coz its an Activity without Work, coz its Politics, Opera, .. though what does Knowledge have to do with anything? i mean the one thing we've learned from Theory is that knowledge was severely Outsourced around the year Dot and since then its been pretty much indulged on a piecework basis (i mean we're talking credit default swaps on the head of a Pin, here. i mean what part of Leverage does your profit not understand? and as every time the books are run, credit comes out Ahead (one of the sweeter Oncosts of definition), and as language is that which is capable of denying other attempts at the Same (its proudest moment is Negation, credulous little fucker that it Is ( .. as if the first verb was Not. i mean it is, afterall, the first attempt of anything to vary its own behaviour .. Negation then is something like the first or prototypical Joke. and as every definition or Rule credits itself as a State of Exception .. anyway, i'm sure you can see where this is going. notice of public hearing running is the name for, running. ( ) (she obviously needs help (problems being, you know, but cavalier or Impatient solutions, blindspots on a stick). and while the function of practice is to make a fact somehow Facter, the function of Theory is to make it somehow Else (and if not else, at least Less (though while an Economy of Explanation covers a peculiar number of facts, whether logic really Is a fact remains of course somewhat moot. i mean take Defense. defense is a Fact. i mean it has to be, coz otherwise theres no economy to improve by its Lessening. and as the economy distils itself amongst those who have too Much, as logic trickles up, its ever more defensive of the reason it got into service in the first place. (and while contradiction is a tautology that you Buy, security is a negation that you Sell (this is also known as the Ontology of Them (or There, or Then)). the psychological experiment that Is this modelling, this fiction, this feedback, this fragility this Vulnerability, this industrialisation of the accident, is .. Sentience and the art of Short Distance Pronouns, (a failure of imagination (i mean a fact aint but a syndrome of Convenience in English. and while it Seems to privatise experience, it does so Publicly, so its seen as a more or less reasonable model of the real. this Lack, then, is, in english, Self. and its this conjugation of Absence which is transparent to the notion of Economy, this Amplification of coherently packaged Data (which our user naturally experiences as less than obvious (and which, and not incidentally, goes some way to explaining the attractions of narrative .. )) Anyway, the point is, this Ignorance is Strategic, and this which makes the real so bizarrely Efficient. the self, then, is that mechanism of social cognition that localises and then Maims its feedback (you know, the Functional Property of .. i mean so long as a Self makes a list of feedbacks available to consciousness, it has Some advantages .. (you know, how music aspires to the condition of silence, whatever .. and as an event is potentially self rewarding, it learns to make its data universally available, and as this virtual organ, this Self, then Learns, this data is a clear Holiday from Learning. ipso facto QED, the redundancy of .. (my Sin the phantom Limb. rhymes with Shit. you know, the Theory theory, you know, where negation is Evidence. i mean one of the charms of the dead is that they Like being dead. and as this index cant really .. and as music was just an attempt to privilege Time over Space, you know, one of the ideal Tools of, of, .. (are mirror neurons Always lefthanded? fuckin molly duker fuckers .. so music is mere a Test, a measurement of Faith? and this, this, Cross Examination is Sufficient as a form of access? so while the difference between knowledge and ignorance may or maynot be accidental, the diff between knowledge and Understanding is only ever compassion, and what could ever be more compassionate than Ignorance? (this is old school Aesthetics. and as there is clear evolutionary advantage that flows from paranoia, is economy Sposed to be a form of Thought. This, though, is where the system obviously breaks down, coz Logic clearly cant be Thought. i mean otherwise theyd all Rhyme. with whatever the fuck they want .. knowledge then but a class of avoidance therapy only comes in four four. (which reduces knowledge to a form of Pity. i mean we dont even know if four (or indeed any other identity) is Necessary. (which does useful things to Time. i mean if the future is a Logic (i mean it offers redemption, order, notyet), a Faith (in Alibis, at the very least), and the past is constitutionally Impossible .. um, sorry, what was the ..? .. i mean Time may yet prove to be the argument that theres nothing rather than something. (which is of course not to say its Causal .. which is again why explanation is so, so, Aesthetic. and which in turn protects it from ever being knowledge. Logic, as the old saying goes, is only Local. (Time on the other hand, is Extremely local. which means its particularly unstable. however, they both Are, and heres the charm, Formally Incomplete, so are more or less Dependent. i mean isnt that just like facts to dress themselves as .. language, it turns out, is the sacrifice of the subject. and this, Identity-by-Martyrdom is pretty easily priced. i mean, for example, the subject as Psychotic, you know, an awkward failure to Mean .. i mean death presents itself as a perfectly reasonable intuition, and this is obviously not dependent on the statement that death presents itself as a perfectly reasonable intuition, so while thought is indeed a Form of existence, its not its Clip. or switch .. (which is a bit too much like the forcible investigation of how the poor know so much. (which is not exactly Recursion .. in other words, if you can sell it, its yours. now whether the referent is strictly Necessary is the stuff of stories, and basically boring. i mean not All mistakes is reducible to.. Oh? like science is just a Confusion of capital? as if capital was just a first run at Repetition? i mean context Loves to dress as Currency, but .. (and especially in its jobbing as Witness .. Negation is one of the better names. indeed, its almost Ideal .. actually, we're looking for a pet .. a dog is not a truth procedure. i mean its oblivious to fiction. (Fiction, where you get what you spend. unless you get what you get.) so, as the state defines facts as, as, Loops, (and here there could well be a long and tedious and intentionally banal digression into the charm of doing things badly (whether by style or economics or some other ancestor snatching or branding is neither here nor there. the point is merely to make a point in order to Have a point against which Lists or music, whatever, may be Hung. LadiesandGents, i give you the Bank, that part of the defence industry that manages our .. (feel better now?) Access as a surreptitious Transcendence. seems fair. a sort of retrospective generic. of Decisions. Deduce this, Deduce that, Deduce fat, death as but an applied form of life. (i mean dont you recognise pathos when you see it?) and then theres the naive word play of What did the ventriloquist say to the, What, to the song, to the Singer? .. i mean is it Better for being impossible? (and coz cognition is the Subject (which is not to say that the object is therefore Therapy), anyway, coz cognition is less patient than one might ordinarily suspect, Agency is where the moneys At. Sure, There, and .. i mean is the reflexive Always seen from Above? can the Victim be reflexive? ( .. dont worry, dialectics can bring her own witness if required .. narcissists. with string ( .. though indifference makes a rather weak transcendence), and coz Then now has its Own ID, its Not, as it was, Unthinkable. and this makes retail Really happy. (but thought being the object that forces me to Think it (me being here some zero to which logic cant apply (the subject being that part of the object that thinks .. Who. or how the christians sold, um, Whatever. i mean death only works if .. i mean death being an impossible fact n all, you know, heaven on a stick .. and its this attempt to Undo the past which marks it as gracious. gracious with a Twinge of taste. and we all know what a shit medium taste turns out to be. its just Way too Baggy. i mean Logic is a fine Multiplicand of, Whatever, and part of its charm is its seeming Economy (More being the cheapest form of difference), but repetition makes a lousy hobby (.. Entropy, being the other word for hobby .. so what do they Do when they clock off, Imply? i mean the real is at Best a partial solution. and as negation is the medium for all thats happened in the west, Dontyknow (i mean if Yes is a metaphor, whats it a metaphor For? .. Of? .. i mean Yes turns, Anything, into a habit. so Yes is just Italics for No? i mean whoever wouldve guessed the japanese were Right? weird. basically the deal is that the present always presents itself at the wrong time. it just cant wait. which is probably the nicest thing that can be said about it. so apriori This, shithead. (you know, This as the headsiwintailsyoulose transcendence of That. transcendence, i'll give you fucking Transcendence. transcendence is when you can Eat the past. now, there are those who'll get their knickers in a twist about whether the past is an Aspect or mere an Artifact of time (the present being just a point of Access (you know, the present as some sort of Virtual past .. Thoughts, then, would be but measures of Duration .. Clocks .. (though the big hand is never really .. and thoughts is friendly. yours are but those which dont have to be done by others. further adequates of Privatisation as Altruism will be found in the seat pocket in front of you. ( .. please sir, would it be ok to think of repetition as, Repeating? so while theres a lot to be said for the Art of the Question, the past (you know, a lollipop death) Swarms in and out of every shudder and crack of code (all that SugarasaPreservative crap youre going to hear from mcdonalds and the like), so brass to paper youll do yours In. (or Catch it, as they say over there .. and as Space (the old school explanation of More (its superceded sometime around the year dot by Thought (which was obviously an issue for both oedipus And his dog (i mean as a Tech, narrative is more like Cabbage, say, than Wind. and this (Morgue) is the invention of Aesthetics (the profit or uniquesellingproposition that is the Idea. Consciousness, latin for TwobobeachWay .. (Dying, you know, the coping mechanism for death .. or the other way round .. These, as we like to say, are They. i mean whats a dimension when its at home, Lost, Abstracted? and this is what passes for Proof, i love my baby coz she use that Cocacola Douche? ( .. ten to one on the epiphany bitch. the stones attempt to explain gravity by Falling, was ignored by the formalists. and anyway the paperwork was shoddy. and maybe the fall was unconscious. though how Local does something have to be before its a sense, a Habit? i mean Paranoia is an altogether better explanation of time. memory is too easily Collapsed. (and like any side bet, it always credits the original assumptions with success .. ) so its not that theres some innate drive to individuation (you know, thought as an Object, even Ideal ..), but rather that theres a well honed tendency to fucking up, thats at all Interesting. the other weird thing is that it turns out all those bankers were right when they claimed time as a Product .. just goes to show .. (the dead are proof of thought. (theyre also proof of Convenience, but thats something else .. i mean when does transcendence have its license revoked What, you didnt know it was on a Good Behaviour bond? like its not like it can be protected from itself. i mean its in Love. (though its probably not fair to think of it as a Fetish. and as knowledge but cheap Guilt, a slightly messy doityourself essay in Agreement (instructions on how to say Yes. Please.), and as a subject but an adolescent object just learning how to Bleed (the past as a moment of redemption .. like description is a Pattern? too bad .. i mean, you Know, truth being such a friend of the past n all (the present being but a moment of revenge. i mean it clearly has Motive .. action is a witness .. so? language is a witness .. actually, One of these is surveillance. but and as music is made up of little traumas, Traumettes i'd guess youd call them, you know, those moments when memory is not enough, is somehow insufficient to the irritant at hand (though while the past makes reasonable pillow talk, it aint some universal condom against taste .. so, so, so .. So? so youre left with a holiday of self exploitation? with added sprinkles, but. (the will to Self is not, however, an avatar of the will to party. its more like a debt that cant be satisfactorily repeated. hence the etymology of More. latin for Toldyouso. the psychology of the object? basically defensive. i mean its essentially a long application of the strobe. and for the eye to so hypnotise the hand .. Profit is of course a commodity of English. it adheres to copyright standard jay thirteen dash ef (which also runs the skedj for the longislandrailroad, so the question anyway remains, how does the example handle Failure. failure to What exactly, be a Duck, failure to be a Positivist? the problem with music of course, is that it makes such a perfect definition of common sense. and while a question may or may not remain a question, a problem is only ever and always a cliche. (and which is always better said by someone else. which is, and not incidentally, the first definition of success. so we've gone from music to terror in seventeen seconds and not even raised a sweat. which tells you more about the possible soundtrack than any halfway decent populist wants to Know. (and these i mean are people that claim that nature is the etymology of Nation and so .. self consciousness has at least the opportunity to be embarrassed. which is admittedly not quite as graceful as guilt, but is at least up there in the bourgeois table of manners. pity the same cant be said about being Right. i mean according to the Rule of Three, the next word must be Subject. Why is irony funny? .. what, role does it ..? if it were a figure, which figure would it be? is that healthy? .. and coz the universe is more like what happens next, than Youre like what happened Last .. i mean Reproduction is reserved for the Poor, theres Music, and theres Facts. one of these is a parasite. like it makes any diff Which. i mean so long as the diff is Whistleable, so, as Form is a moreorless portable mnemonic (though how many notes can you Get on the head of a pin? .. what, like Rests? like formalised Pauses? .. would they have Names, these pauses? i mean On Average .. and who anyway invented Feedback? is it supposed to be an automatic subset of Addition? i mean, words just dont Do. (and being slightly, Ever so slightly, Epiphany Shy (and Reading being really something more of a Doityourself sonnet (All rhymes trading on the technical uncertainty of silence (Stupidity being the classic Luxury that rhymes with Everyfuckingthing, now, while its true that the facts may well indeed be glib, they cant really speak for themselves (i mean music is the argument that you cant believe everything you hear (Another of those Coupon Mottoes, you know, like, like Transcendence. i mean why dont the poor just Get a Job. Teaching .. Plato .. (though as these facts are admittedly slightly Used, (speaking with your mouth full (what philosophers call Listening (the event being, you know, Portable .. (the guy from IBM used to sign his checks, Syntax. the cashiers could never figure out if this was a threat. when found, her mouth was still open. does this mean the sound Survived? ( .. i mean we know words are reactionary (though whether theyre just a ponzi scheme for hailing a cab .. ( .. more lisp than biscuit (more lost than quatrain), the cunt is still a bitch. ( .. a couple more? no, thats enough. bite your tongue and coz objects is Jealous of their knowers, stories seem to have a pretty hard time of it. and as economics occupies the space Between these times (and has a name which renders both these times Invisible (though knowledge is of course a Witness (i mean having broken duration into pocketfuls of change .. (if the stress of course were Different, we'd call this Poetry (though how many stress can any one poem these days Afford? (like, like, the iambics of Counting? .. and coz counting is one of the Three Secrets (i mean you cant step into the same word even Once (which is why its a word and not a Number, drip, numbers being but professional place holders for something Else. (i mean if you were going to be a predicate, what if anything would you stand to Win, an instruction manual on how to experience Pain? a name is a placebo. duh .. Placebonic, is that a word? Credulous is a word. Please is a word .. complacent is Not. a name is a Hobby, (which is not to say that its been Nationalised (though generics are of course completely dependent on what passes for currency). Names is the price you pay when youre not trading anything. i mean its not for no reason is poverty a Technique. and nor are the poor to be Blamed for dressing i dunno, whatever, Fire, as some sort of Jewel. i mean whether a diamond thinks of itself as a carbon tax is neither here nor there, its the thought that counts. now, whether this sacred illness is actually fair to the flu, is a notion we can Vex, but mining the yoga of stupidity is not as hopeless as it looks. we Do, for example, have reasonable access to irrelevance .. (that there Is thisandthat is something of an indictment. of both thisandthat And the impoverished beauty of Both, And and Neither. would one of these be maybe better as an Allday Sucker? .. i mean is it fair to describe addition as Addition? fuck Fair, is it Pious? so while ignorance is its own reward, data is a oneway ticket to humility. which is why learning is relegated to childhood. (or the Poor .. yeah, or them .. (the smart thing here would be to have some silly pun on Still, but that would probably invite charges of earnestness, or theft, when the real object is to sell Transparency or ididntknowThat or some other love letter to how Why gets to be whyer than What. ( .. so Thats redundancy .. is there anything else i should know? .. like the capacity for things to Not be, whatever, but rather something Else? and this, Law of Contradiction, would it How would it Behave? (Behave, used twice in two metres. now thats what i call Rhythm.) and coz the object thinks of you as some sort of Experiment (a bacterium with bells on, a tongue tied vacation from the Real (or, what did the fact say to the bishop, KnockKnock? (for a fact to be a form of arson, what else would be required, Music? what, music as the self Evident? theres Gratuitous Duration, the miraculous, and theres Change. what it would take to make either of these a Medium, is irrelevant. (also probably Cute, but thats .. and whether thats whats required for the fact to now be Famous .. , but while a ticket is not a Complete definition of listless apathy (i mean its clearly superstitious, for One thing (the cross as an applied dialectic of, of, of What exactly, a fillintheblank IQ test for Accidental Voters? (and youre worried about My relation to facts? (i mean me, i'm just a Tactic of the facts, a wannabe. something like a Casualty (but maybe without the necessity to Queue. Facts. facts is easy. facts is those grounds on which power observes it has advantage. Facts, then, is not the war you want to fight, facts as the personal fetish of Law. but mere the Selling of facts as ambit claims, as Gambits, is enough to flush their self proclaimed givennEss (a most peculiar Gift), so its not a particularly daunting enemy to Have. why then the reluctance to take it On? is it just Nostalgia, those old Verificationist Blues? i mean Really. its embarrassing. and its not like facts were incapable of confession. i mean they too know which side of the bread is Up. existence is a sort of, Secrecy. true. though this fails to distinguish it from fiction, from, from Anything really. hell, it doesnt even distinguish it from Nonexistence. it does but Qualify existence, which is a nontrivial thing to .. the Point however is that existence is also Not secret and its this capacity to be in various props at Once, this material Embroidery which makes politics almost Possible. in other words, power articulates itself by making struggle the condition of opposition, so when the opposer then Wins power, the conditions of its articulation (Struggle, remember?) have been withdrawn. this is the issue, the tactic (the False Charges) of dialectics. Understanding as the sacrifice of Principle. and this is the Ambition of facts, to Adequate themselves to this, State. pathetic really, this Sense as the Stain of the event, as if Indifference was only opportunism, but without its Need, as if two was the Transendence of three. i mean only economics thinks of economics as Crisis. i mean while One is a stronger version of one, two is the stronger version of Two. (though its not as strong in the Defensive (and defense is not so far from the nonchalant hostage slumland of utopia .. list, List, CatalYst, do the fucking Maths. (.. fascist. the difference Is of course that data is not Confused. i mean its not Automatically the case that someone who knows what theyre talking about is a cop, but it clearly Is the fact that Facts Bank (you know, the science of having the last word (god as some fucking careerist (though as questions is but mannered Predicates (memory, a doityourself aesthetic where the alias keeps bleeding Through (as if names were some sort of Cure .. for what, for Facts? Names as cures for Facts? .. sounds like .. and it gets Worse. names as That (those defensive little packs) which Stay the Same. (and while there is some point to the same as a cover for Epiphany, and while the facts are clearly Ill, what would it be for them to get Better? could they be maybe more, Poignant? (though the beauty of names is of course that they dont Confess .. (i mean while its clear that facts is Successful ghost writers, its less clear who theyre under writing For. i mean its only by its possible banality that we recognise thought (and what could possibly be More banal than Grammar, you know, instructions on how to use the word And. and its this bourgeois Instrumentalism which then shadows every subsequent definition of, of, of Subject, of Music, .. Credit .. as if it really Was its poitical executor. i mean Hands Up anyone who thinks things mean what things Say they mean .. so this is what blackmail looks like, the right to be confused with someone else, in other words a Medium? i mean its Clear the facts need therapy, but maligning their psychology by .. i mean facts is Nothing if not paranoid .. (as if context could be Other than negation .. i mean as the subjects just the Fuse of the object .. (the function of the witness is of course mere to determine which is then more Cunning, (and being as we're the souvenirs or Spoils of this erstwhile practice, being then its Rhetoric, and as the universe is a computer for making predictions, and as the market is a computer for making Successful predictions, in what sense can data be said to have Memory? Or, put it another way, how do we recognise Context? is it really just a sunday afternoon phenomenon? and as the churchy tech the Self sells itself as Capital (judas at least needed His dough for some Sick Friend), a resurrected currency or Story (indeed, or Name) is always there to take credit (there there and the eternal return .. i mean .. as an early populist oral tradition, confession had a lot going for it. i mean its no way accidental that it comes before consciousness. and Confetti dont forget Confetti. i mean confetti is how facts Blush. ( .. that, and whistling .. ) Lipstick is another, but that comes later. Confession, but, is also coincident with that iambic pentameter Rhyme thing. and So handinglove were They that it would seem, at first pass anyway, to be an instance of Technical Determinism. i mean i dont mean that confession sounds like something Else (i mean whats worse than an echo, Nothing is worse than an echo an echo is ten times worse than Anything), but Coz its inconsolable, the sample is then useful as a Filter (though you never can tell exactly where a dictionary has Been (though who its fucked is .. (as if it was enough to Breathe on a word to make it come. (i mean by the time it comes to My mouth, the words already been well licked (which means of course that its healthy, and not subject to bribery or other philosophic attempts at privatisation. (what sort of taste it then leaves in your Ear is .. oh come On, i've seen better analysis off the back of a truck. (though why fellatio is preceded by Fact .. (its oK, its only in english .. you know, where the vowels is Local. i mean to Start with. its Sense which is generic .. you just dont get it, do you. so, when exactly did communication become an object of thought? was it the phrase ReadMyLips? was it Shutthefuckup? was it a Question? (and while its obviously not fair to think of truth as True (not only not Fair, but truly Decadent), it Is of course a moment of Righteousness. (righteousness, toilet training for amateurs .. (johnny Had an AbstrAct,. from here we can go to Tack or Hat or Deferred or (the beauty of Capital is that Had rhymes. the beauty of Beauty is that Thats irrelevant. (the beauty of Truth is Who Cares? (truth of course here has the advantage of being Preemptive. (further slapstick regressions can be found in the back of the word And .. (if you want something dull to put here as some sort of Place holder, how about a timeandmotion study of the Law? See, wasnt that relatively painless? i mean as a way of changing the subject, stupidity pays more than its fair share of the rent. the nicest thing that can be said about facts is that they Worry. now whether this is Adequate as a form of life is .. and whether the mouth can do pain as a form of Grace .. so, Excuse me, but does that mean we have to do jokes as Piety? that doesnt sound Fair. i mean Utility, i understand. Its perverse. and reason is then the Measure of this sin. but as my tongues but the Censor of such abstraction, one mightve thought that .. i mean a facts not mere some ominous Fractal premonition of its apprehEnsion. i mean how it copes with anxiety is Admittedly the stuff of knowledge, but that it then proposes And as the measure of Terror tells you more about the pathos of how we hear vowels in english than any student of Remorse is going to show (Failure, the first love letter of me to you. ( .. now, whether It could ever be Other than a crucifix, whether it could fail to be its Guest, is the stuff of Science. which makes it therefore an Event (though of Revelation (which means the subjects always Suspect. (the Object but as Prosecutor, is something i've always wanted to've said. chewing gum, a shameless blend of karma and technology, exercises compassion on both sides at once. which makes it perfect for holes, in your walls or floors or shoes or any other interface .. and as in language, where your job is to be its Limit, when it Says something, your job is to talk Back (i mean we all know that its depressed, needs some neurosis or piece work to keep it occupied .. and as far as banks Go, .. and as this is an effective subsidy of That .. and as youre only the difference between what i say and what i Mean, now, while the advantage of the pause is that its moreorless Portable, its also pretty easily Found, so .. but try translating pause into Pause, and youve just invented Profit (though as thought is lazy, Depraved .. i mean who is closer to the banker than the poor? (so which is Kitscher? i mean the facts is but four percent of Anything, and thats on muttering Best Behaviour. the Rest,, the rest is solidarity (with the genius of Joy and other goss .. and as to Facts, so far up themselves they coughing in english coughing in english (it configures subjects (Subjects, you know, Lures (grammar, the last hallucinogen (Names, the god of tautologies (i mean what does this need to be a Flip, Need?) like whats the Motive of the word, for example, or maybe, Is the word Happy, or what would it Mean for the word to be happy, Is that a reasonable object to Have? i mean isnt it in some discombobulated How, Reductive? and even if we go home dot some I's, cross some T's and observe a couple other counter insurgencies, wont AtoB then be here still when we get B,ack again? i mean how would You distinguish Logic from Incest, by Logic Always Wears High Heels? (and as information, News, is the Negative of existence (Being, for those who do german), why would karma Bother? (i mean, that music aint but Hearsay is its very Point, No? (Data, i mean, just another cunt struck .. i mean data doesn fUck. just Fingers stuff. (oedipus, it turns out, was raped by the text. so much for stories .. theres Familiars and theres Ghosts. Guests. no, i mean .. i mean who gives a fuck, explanation is to do with the Help. (data, but, makes a pretty good Preservative (data data data data Limmerick), so its raison d'etres not Completely lost .. (my bet the rorschach test .. you know, tell me what youve forgotten and i'll tell you where you are. now, as one of the details is Context, you know, that of which there is nowt Less (every year they say the same thing, the first sacrifice is Size, a doityourself unit of .. so does the word think of the Tongue or the Teeth as its therapist? the Ear? and coz work happens parallel to time, the boss can claim Its Metaphoric (but whats it metaphoric Of, the Boss? (boss, a cop who goes to private school (like Cash is blessEd coz it makes injustice Visible? Damn, if i'd known thats what you meant by Aesthetics, i wouldve signed on Years ago (though why Is it that the other side of yes is always Yes, that tragedy wants So to resolve as farce, or is that just the grace of being a cop? i mean while its true that understanding or TyingyourLaces is but an applied hypocrisy .. i mean whats in a name that InOurName a rose is so authorised to smell as Sweet? like its called an economy beCause its Economic, its called truth beCause its Parasitic, our Good Name, which maintains banking as a form of Sanitation? .. i mean why would george bush feign surprise that cashs Green? .. (now, while bankers still outnumber prisoners Two to One, their comprehension of Time is considerably less mature, so My advice, if you want your labour still accessible some time from now, get yourself administered from insIde (though while Technically a cop is here a Link, there is of course nothing more bourgeois than selfsacrifice. it is afterall what the prostitute is supposed to Do, that unverifiable List (it suffers you know from vertigo ( .. so the first person in any given situation to use the word Semantics is A, either a pimp or a charlatan, or B, is either right or wrong (you know, that old Ifyourelivinginaworldyoudontunderstand,start aBand lick (though its how this rubs up against the ApplauseasFoundObject rhyme that tells you what sort of cop you can Afford. (cops is of course an artificial class run up for just this op .. This then is the invention of the subject (the love thesuck the bubblegum buck the .. what can i Say, Please? ( .. i had a little parody its name of course was malady but .. and other dialects of trite. (just then something shifted .. what rhymes with Surprise? about now, someone always asks about the relation of Shit to capital. but (and the science of capital denies this very Thing (i mean while the science is Generic, the Thing, the Price, is most Particular (the bill then calls this bit Technique), so, in answer to your question, No. Next. next we have, next we have Sycophants in the Pants of capital (not that capital seems to mind), an art of practiced silence and better odds, in other words an art of Ends (dear me and the means, having a time, wish you were (dont worry, we're here to help), yours, the clap. the instruction set, the fact of the matter .. the instruction set Is the fact of the matter, Dope. which is convenient. (as if fourninetyfive was inherently benevolent .. i mean if the self but a rearguard action against pain, sympathy on a String (sympathy For the string more Like, peevish sullen bitch that it Is), a thing of Beauty (in other words Ill, Sick, Blanched), then the self is at least Some measure of grace. the Fact, i mean, is a form of Pity for that which it aspires to represent. this is not Exactly the same as saying its a Sadist, b .. (so when Does this That then secure Revenge? well, actually, it seems that the pathology stops with the Fact. which makes sense when you think about it. spiteful little shit. and as abstraction (Shit) is a form of Dependency, a bribe or Cure, its pretty easily Betrayed. if only Cash was this amenable to love. so what does a sin have to be to be original, Mine? like they have copyright protection? so what rights Obtain? are they more or Less lucrative than other fictions? i mean some colours just Love to blush. and as knowledge but a friendly suicide fantasy (guilt, its drug of choice (whence the need to know where its Been, .. i mean is there any more vicious than Kitsch (irony being of course just trade in Manners ..), is there any more kitsch than Guilt? i mean just think, if god hadnt done it, We'd have to Invent the past. god but is something of an upwardly mobile (and not a little selfrighteous) Sentimentalist, so .. and while the target is Rhetorically efficient, it requires the subject be a bully to make it so. (what can i tell you, sincerity is fuckin Chronic. i mean it would take a Fool to not see that being right is thoroughly traumatic. rumour has it that everything is trying to remember its paper bag. and as its the rumour which is the measure of its veracity, and as Names is easier than some, and tat then falls out of use, a stockmarket of Former Facts,