only in england am i considered a schziphrenic...
it comes to me as something comical...
i'm still to decide... lauren & harry...
eddie izzard... no... wait! lee evans!
do i look like i'm about to do daddy-long legs
in full-gimp latex suit?
for an audience... for a stage?
hardly...
who else is left? zipper for the vagina
entry penetrataion...
and a gob the size of
mt. timbaktu... if there ever was one...
you write one sensible outside of your enclosure...
and sure as 12am cometh:
your barometer fucks up...
and people abhor bad spelling...
they come around to being so pedantic
"all of a sudden" -
yes, that dreaded germanic, " ",
suspense just hiding in the shadows,
waiting, and waiting...
suddenly flowers as clearly
dissociated with female genitals...
is that a plural non-omni-encompassing?
or: genitalia-omni-encompassing?
rugs to the left,
marmite sodden toast to the right...
nothing here... it to become funny...
nothing!
i'll laugh when i die...
otherwise: greetings from switzerland...
or the humane lands of belgium...
otherwise in england...
oh sure... we won't let you die...
we'll just keep you...
like a sadist might keep a canary
in a cage like society might keep
a bum on the street without a roof
over his head... same shit... different cover...
but unlike a canary...
the fucking bum becomes a drill
sergent! a major major, major major,
major major major...
he's the fucking crown prince
of towing the anchor to a fulfiling
reliquary of the world war 1 trench!
he's the drill sergent!
the bum is... look how they both feed
a look of disdain,
while at the same time feeding
a sensation of fear into this one
"example" of an alternative...
i sat down with one homeless man...
i must have met Diogenes...
he said...
you know why i'm homeless?
i did ask, he simply continued...
my mother,
told me, to not speak a single lie...
imagine that! you become homeless...
because your mother told you:
to not lie...
fucking ferrets are told to huddle!
the fucking ferrets huddle!
one sneaky fucker tells them:
the coast is clear...
smooth as a baby's bottom,
moon shine and sheen calming
the waves - the tyrany of the tides
behind us...
what do we, the proud ferrets do?
man over-board! what?!
no no, nothing...
man at sea! what?!
no no, nothing...
one would desire to little
from the current examples that one would
expect so little more to begin
with... but what is this...
the U.S.S.R.?
but i like the concept of schizophrenia -
oh... you didn't think i'd lodge my
bilingualism into this whole tirade?
it's more of a circus that way...
the concept of solipsism -
the atom man of the secular psychiatric
dissection: god the father: ego,
god the son: superego -
the holy spirit: id...

can anyone sing this hymn with me?
psychiatry is neither medicine nor humanism!
encore!
psychiatry is neither medicine nor humanism!
encore!
psychiatry is neither medicine nor humanism!
encore!
fuck it... encore! encore! encore!
i'll get this fucking echo out...
whether by whip or baseball bat
or propaganda!

psychiatry is neither medicine nor humanism!
encore!

psychiatry... what a fun fun horror fetish...
it really does make men into monsters...
or monsters into men...
whether it's the common dissociation of
calling either dr. frankenstein and his moster
from calling frankenstein: a monster...
well... that didn't seem a problem
with dr. jeckyll and mr. hyde...
so i guess: dr. frankenstein and mr....
frankenstein... genius!

but i like the badge of honour that
has become schizophrenia...
i've just the right scalpel and scythe to prove
"my worth for idle society"...

my scalpel? it's not the ego...
solipsism... some consider the theory
of the solipsist to be the guarding principle
of keep... the altruist away from the autist...
altruism is no autism...
yet they're so close...
not even etymology can find a base
to work with!
i.e. -ism,
altru-
auti-
i like the theory of schizophrenia...
i'd prescribe solipsism as the phrama-theory-alternative
to symptoms...
then again... i have to contradict my own
experiences... whatever word is experienced,
elevated, i have to negate it...

but sure... dreams out in the open
are fine... since Freud said so...
since dreams are experienced in the safe environment
of being asleep...
oh sure... break open the gates of dreams...
let them run wild like hyenas in the waking hours...
after all... they originate in a safe environment
of sleep... they are: in vitro experiences...
they were never in vivo experiences...
they were always bound to the pages
of the academic bookworm pages of
unread manuscripts... that upon piling and piling...
translating a the volume concentration
of paper to brick... would have amount...
guess work: the worth of structure associated
with the Giza pyramids...

but sure sure... dreams were always
deemed safe for the stature of secular orthodoxy...
up and coming...
they originated: in vitro... not in vivo...
so yeah... whatever...
and this is where Descartes comes in...
how much of what a schizophrenic dissociates
from r. d. laing & practice...
can me fetched from:
the symptoms are bound to the cartesian
envelope category: send back to sender of
the: res extensa?

the extended thing?
after all... what has become of the res cogitans?
of the thinking "thing", in terms of it being ever
bound to the "thinking" of a "thing"?

did dreams ever originate in vitro!
i wish they did... they only could have...
"originated" in vitro...
if there was a psychiatric lab dissociated from
the genesis in vivo...
so... the quadratic...
an in vitro concept of dreams...
came about...
from the source: in vivo...
and its analyst: also in vivo...
and what came about...
was... an in vitro orthodoxy...
somehow a dream objectivity came about...
how? somehow dream archetypes came about...
how? somehow archetypes came about... how?

an in vivo posit: subject-subject,
was... inspected by an in vivo requisite: object-subject...
and into the quadratic dimension we go:
so while in the in vitro dimension
the posit and requisite "fathomed" each other...
the in vivo posit-requisite of: object-object
came across the subject-subject and the object-subject...
in vivo - and to have to stress the replica sigma replica:
in vitro - came to the conclusion of
a dream universal multiplier -
which gave rise to the phenomenon of recurrent
dreams... or a blocked toilet...

or if you have read samuel beckett's Watt:
you'd know of the laughing conspitation of the humour
allocated and bound to this book...

after all: res extensa is a posit -
but can res cogitans experience res extensa?
not unless they're / it / he are schizoid...
bilingual simply softens the wounds
of the sort of words people ascribe when
apprehensive of the condition -
less demented per se: but more...
caution... pit fall!

either i am schizoid:
or i'm doing a bloody good job as a thespian:
which is why: you'll never know...

to state the claim: res cogitans - res extensa...
well... have you ever experienced...
the medium of an extended thing?
oh, right... the solipsism of res cogitans...
the stone, that's not part of a mountain...
how about misguided telepathy...
or any tele- prefix association?
enough comic books in circulation to revise
every, single, psychiatric, curriculum...
i never actually knew or will ever know...
what's on the readers digest of
trainee psychiatrists?
medical books? kafka?
or plato in a foreign language?
believe me... from what i've seen?
you don't read plato in english.

further: the cartesian model... when put on a platter
for the eg-scalpel...
well... it's a bit easy...
a concept of res cogitans can be allowed
an in vivo categorisation...
any consciousness that can conceive itself and it
(consciousness) can formalize: res cogitans...
a thought...
but what descartes proposed with
the res extensa?
only a schziphrenic can tell you of
this medium... auditory hallucinations are
more closely married to thought / thinking than
visual exploration tools derived from
fungus-mensa...
no sane person will ever experience
the res extensa medium...
most are confined to the res cogitans medium...
even most are stupid enough to discover
the daredevil antics in them clotting
most teenage boy fetishes of boiling in
adrenaline...

you want to experience the proposed
cartesian res extensa? you might as well begin
with simulating schizophrenia...
but i have to warn you... confuse the "virus"...
dig a trench... bilingual deep...
i don't expect any monolingual englishman
to understand this...

and the best part is?
they never.... will.
bilingualism seems to disorientate schizophrenic
symptoms...
some people pet dogs,
some people attempt to pet cats...
i like the flare in the imagination in what,
already is, the most fictive aspect of medicine...
after all... while most of society is
entrenched in scientific orthodoxy...
some of us are still trapped on
the frontieers... medicine is a mongrel
half-bitched son of both science and humanism!

i will give the devil my dues:
apparently i have idle hands...
so much for idle hands when the devil
starts to orientate himself around the tongues...
that did too much waggling like
the thirsty dogs they sooner,
rather than later... became...

waggle waggle anti joystick brigade!
thus came, thus went...
to the sound of a cohort of the most...
obnoxious teenagers' yawn...
which they, (the waggling tongues),
were also a part of...

it's almost like i have to remind "normal" people...
don't worry about the big boy words...
schizophrenia only affects 1 in 100 people...
and its bound to a figment of the imagination -
no one never will ever tell you
whether its genesis is in vitro of whether in vivo -
it's certainly not a condition associated
with a virus - most mental conditions
do not spread like viruses -
you can hardly give it an epidemic or
a pandemic status -
after all, psychiatry is very lose on its own definition...
i.e. after the 1960s revolution:
is it a branch of medicine,
is it somehow associate with philosophy,
is it a literary genre?
who knows!

well... unless you ask the sadistic
psychiatrist who has a fetish for
memory regression implants...
no point watching house of 1000 corpses
by rob zombie starring
the... imitation of joseph mengele as dr. satan...
and who the hell said that
to visit h'america was to step foot
in disneyland?!

yet i'll persist...
res cogitans? origins: in vivo...
res extensa? origins: in vitro...
unless you ask a schizophrenic what
the rest extensa origins in vitro feels like: in vivo..

when and why for whatever fucking reason
did dreams begin in vivo,
end up in a makeshift in vitro lab
of some pokerfaced pseudo-psychiatrist...
and why did the phenomenon of
the recurrence of dreams come to the fore?
didn't or wouldn't,
the hamster learn the lessons of
the hamster-wheel?!

i had to play robinson crusoe...
the one dumb rat to test out all the pharma products...
giving a menu synopsis for all the future
rats to come, i.e.:
this shit's good...
this? not so much...
avoid this crap...
take this crap...
only speak to a psychiatrist with
a fervent knowledge of these and these books...
always attempt to recharge,
i.e.: get plenty of sleep...
avoid making friends with people
you thought were your friends...
but the sort of friends that became
the sort of people who only read
supermarket discount coupons -
after all: the rothchild blood-lineage was...
just... just... in their grasp!

better still: how to make an exit,
and in making an exit -
how to not feel bad about it...

no big pharma at my disposal...
talking to a schizophrenic...
you're a solipsist...
you were never under
the imaginary scalpel of 19th century
pop psychiatry for the rich...
you were never beside the already atom
of a self you were to have to delve into
the sub-structures of an ego, superego,
id and shadow...
your own shadow caste onto
the canvas of the night with the brush strokes
of the moon is enough...
forget you lounging on an
louging auchland / chesterfield...
we are not, bound, to a limitless economy...
we bandaid the problem...
the paying rich can exfoliate in the company
of psychiatric charlatans...

even though both res cogitans and res extensa
were conjured in vivo...
only the former can be experienced
in vivo: proper...
to experience res extensa is to experience
in vitro -
somehow the symptom and
the "solution" collide...
quack... quack? quack!
what sort of quack "doctor" am i...
prescribe a theory = prescribe a pill?
wow!
1 in 100 might...
after all: all those not bound to premature
dementia (alias of schizophrenia)
are already excused because of their age...
the rest? zoologically constrained to cages
of ensuring the masses are...
"corrected": without any political stamina...
well... as little as requires them
for them to be base: engaged,
i.e. vote... whatever voting implies these
days...

res cogitans (in vivo)...
res extensa (in vitro)...
well... my my... what a messy
"room" we have here...
how about we put everything in its original boxes...
akin to how the city of Radom could have
been revived if it joined with Kielce and
didn't side with Warsaw in the Masovian
voideship...
how about we put everything
into a new "norm" of res per se:
the thing in itself...
jack in a box one minute...

some people pet cats,
some people pet dogs,
i pet... a diagnosis - whether true (dementia is hardly
associated with binding oneself to
an exfoliation of lingo)... or false -
'ere comes the next oscar contender -
posthumously...
but darling, darling...
mental disorders are hardly worth
association to the sort of contagious spread
of dis-ease (the negation of ease) -
oh... right... oops... unless memes and
cognitive mutation and hive mentality
were the current vogue center piece...
well... oops... then i guess we can talk about
that... cognitive fungus virus...
is this the right sort of time...
to... quarantine the people who ingested
hallucinogenic fungus...
you sure we shouldn't quarantine them?!
they seem pretty dangerous to me...
i mean... you hear one fungus ingestor speak...
you heard all of them speak!
why would the fungus brigade be allowed
to speak... while the people who managed
to extend the cartesian theory be silenced?

i don't want the mushroom hive californian
pseudo-hippies blah blah their way into the next
20 years of the future of... Ohio! for, fuck's sake!

p.s. the only organic: in vivo cornerstone of
psychology / ahem - rhytm of breathing -
psychiatry: trans-humanism pseudo-medicine :
came in the form solipsism -
hell... then the self became divided -
a fraction of the self became ego,
became superego, became id, became the conscious,
became the subconscious, became the unconscious,
this is where the solipsist met his match:
either the self: or this plethora of miniature
yahwehs... the god that became the ego
of substitutes...
what was once known as self...
sooner or later became known as the
proto, neutron, electron...
what yahweh ate in the forms of belial
and belzeebub... what became of the archangels
that were michaels that had to succumb
to being saints...

take your time, reread, no need to rush...
who is paying for these in vitro labs
in what appears like clouds at first,
but becomes... leech trenches of the shit-sodden
of the worst kind? one can posit an res extesna
in vitro, but one is hard to come by,
to experience the res extensa in vivo...
unless... one is a schizophrenic.

oh look... further complications / hurdles...
res cogitans, in vitro,
the animate / inanimate...
res cogitans in vitro is a contradication:
what, probably constitutes
something moving from something:
not moving...
anything... anything south
of this omelette! whether it either flips!
or flops! or has its own u.f.o.
enthusiastic chasers!
the ruling elites? they're not geniuses...
they're just opportunists
build into the sociological-architecture
of guranteeing: replica;
preferential dynamism?
well... d'uh! of themselves!
these people know themselves...
Alfried Krupp von Bohlen und Halbach
precursor...
the legacy ended with that...
playboy bugger...
Arndt von Bohlen und Halbach...
strive all you might...
never except the offspring to make stakes into
your own inherited rigour...
the legacy of the Kennedies...
or the Krupp dynasty...
what an unfulfilling investment
in the end... unless dealt with...
Auschwitz-esque rumour of a worthless army...
a people so prone to pathology they
would endear apathy as a fucking suntan
and a mochito...
if, had i, to die the slow death
of the vanity of those people who invest
in dynasty... i'd probably reply with the same for
of animosity associated with
watching an english soap opera...
this sort of shadow politics makes
the cinema of democracy / plato's caveman origins
look like a stroll in a zoo that's only filled with either
horny peacocks or parrots fresh from
once sailed ships where the parrots were bound
to the shoulders of one-legged freaks!
you always require one faggot
odd-ball buggering masterclass of a Krupp to
send a shiver down the spines
of the octopus network of wealthy families...
it really doesn't require much...
one pslam from king david
will turn a king solomon into
a mumbling idiot.