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Are we dust?

Pezer is walking down a downtown street in Caracas with an assossiate. They are both high on acid. It is night time. Lack and hardship is their lot, within which they are overfull and arrogant. The Nacional guard starts walking beside them. Pezer uses his jedi minf powers, deflects them. He later learns they stopped to have a chay with his assossiate. Now at the hight of the lsd orgasm, having faced and evaded great danger, he happens upon a well worn arch over a sewer gate thing. He stops upon it. His assossiate had been showing him something. What was it? Millions upon millions just like Pezer had walked upon that sewer gate thing. It was full of the dirt of hours, days, millenia, seconds. With a million variations of his own heartbreak with a million variations of him and a million variations of the girl. And a million variations of a million variations. All just like him.

I am dust, he pondered.

Hail Dionisus.

Hail the bull.

Hail New York and Paris.

Pezer moved on, in search of shelter and fire for the might, aware of his puniness at the magnifiscent river of life.

We are all crocodiles.

...

Are we dust?

Pezer thinks not.

Vultures became friends of mine.

Well they already were. But I understood better why. Powerful bastards.

The dust perhaps wants to be us, ancient dust once wanted to be us
and perhaps our most hopeless yearning is still this dust.
Well that is sure, and we philosophers are more dust like when we are young than when we become weathered;
the dust is still strong in this one, we may say of a youngster.
As the dust recognizes itself as such a thirst is allowed; thirst can be quenched quite well on the earth. What was once dust now is vine.

Lol is now vine.

See? Arrogance.

I kinda like that. Wanna see where it goes.

Wanna help.

i don’t appreciate being called a liar. especially when i’m not lying.

lucky for you i guess, i’m a misanthrope now so i don’t have such high standards for others (you) as i once had. feel free to sully yourself and abuse your host with absurd insults and refusal to think, just you’ll have to forgive me if i don’t give a shit.

what’s the difference between me and you?

“Move units, then talk shit and we can do this
Until then - I ain't even speakin your name
Just keep my name outta yo' mouth and we can keep it the same
Nigga, it ain't that I'm too big to listen to the rumors
It's just that I'm too damn big to pay attention to 'em
That's the difference “

You don't appreciate it?

Well, I don't appreciate you inviting me here. To lie to me.

Yeah. Lucky me. You might hex me or something, not completely sure what the threat is. You talk a big game, that's for sure.

I was always fascinated by your kind Jakob. Like a brilliant treasure I couldn't quite understand. I knew about the violence, such a sensitive soul. I always tried to stick up for you, but an intelligence of that level inevitably carries a pride that can't accept real sticking up for.

I'll take all your advice with me. Good luck.

This is fucking sad. The ultimate playmate but you fundamental y cannot deal with, are offended by, the real world.

"Bing bing boing boing"

-Trump

You wanted me to start beating on Capable with you didn't you. "Help" me insult my friend.
That's what "the real world" is to Pedro.

I don't understand what the hell you're on about now, I guess it was the crocodiles?

Fine man were crocodiles.
Real crocs.

I'm not angry at the croc.

Just calm down man.

Pezer wrote:

Are we dust?

Pezer is walking down a downtown street in Caracas with an assossiate. They are both high on acid. It is night time. Lack and hardship is their lot, within which they are overfull and arrogant. The Nacional guard starts walking beside them. Pezer uses his jedi minf powers, deflects them. He later learns they stopped to have a chay with his assossiate. Now at the hight of the lsd orgasm, having faced and evaded great danger, he happens upon a well worn arch over a sewer gate thing. He stops upon it. His assossiate had been showing him something. What was it? Millions upon millions just like Pezer had walked upon that sewer gate thing. It was full of the dirt of hours, days, millenia, seconds. With a million variations of his own heartbreak with a million variations of him and a million variations of the girl. And a million variations of a million variations. All just like him.

I am dust, he pondered.

Hail Dionisus.

Hail the bull.

Hail New York and Paris.

Pezer moved on, in search of shelter and fire for the might, aware of his puniness at the magnifiscent river of life.

We are all crocodiles.

...

Are we dust?

Pezer thinks not.

This was great.
Weird how you then have to slip back into the bourgeois.

The only other guy who ever figured he would lecture me on "the real world" had just paid for his own gay rape by a bunch of turks and then gave up his musical genius for a life of birdwatching. I hope the similarities stay superficial.

Hahahahahahahahahaha

Lol no I'm just playin.

I don't think I've ever had this much fun in my life.

Appearently my gambling house starts in aquarious.

So yrs. Try to imagine.

you better explain what you mean about me “lying” to you, because i have no idea what you’re taking about and i won’t let such an accusation stand.

Omg man.

That you are less than forthcoming.

In the specific case it came up earlier, that it is clearly bullshit that you didn't understand what I said. Is all.

Look, despite everything, we accidentally found a point of agreement.

Philo.

This love. I love football. Yes, for I do love wisdom.

Pezer wrote:

Omg man.

That you are less than forthcoming.

In the specific case it came up earlier, that it is clearly bullshit that you didn't understand what I said. Is all.

you mean this?

Pezer wrote:

Is bullshit rather not ignoring what is obvious between people who know eachother and eachother's reference points all too well?

But then that is what I mean by the superstition of logic. You ignore what is real by pretending it is it that must pass your test.

Like Zoot. Except you at least have the balls to bring metaphysics into it.

yeah, i have no fucking idea what that is supposed to mean, it certainly isn’t in reference to anything i’ve written here. it’s unintelligible.

learn how to formulate your thoughts in a somewhat coherent manner at least, before expecting others to have an idea what you are saying.

and no i am not lying. i don’t appreciate being called a liar, for simply pointing out that i don’t know what you mean when you make incoherent statements like the above. and then you call me a liar a second time for saying i’m not lying.

just... you are exampling very well why i became a misanthrope.

Pezer - dont think your clarity never fails you - it happens when you are expecting someone to understand things from where you stand even before you start to write. It is how all the world writes, but VO prohibits success here explicitly. No one can know what you mean like this, we have to guess. I can approach the meaning but I severely disagree with you, as this is not about aloofness but about real life judgement, necessities, which Zoot always panics to exclude, why he ends up where he does. Zoot is a tool. You can't expect anyone to "understand" that Capable has anything to do with him, let alone demand of Capable that he "admits" it.

i’ve never even interacted with this zoot person, to my knowledge. and i don’t seecwhat it has to do with my thread here.

pezer i’m still waiting for you to say anything at all about what i’ve developed here and in the social webs thread. you simply dismissed it all without explanation. that’s not... interesting to me.

Zoot is the guy seemed like a prospective philosophers clan member in the thread on ILP and made some videos, which were cool at first but then he invited heroin junkies in his van and soon after got convicted for dropping his pants before minors and went to prison. Haha been out for a few months. He ha read a bunch of philosophers and is just one of these supreme nuisances that use philosophy very deliberately for the purpose of staying distracted from truth. Which means, of course, that h get every single step in philosophical discourse wrong. He slips on every fucking rung. Since I had expectations of him I despise his failure.

jesus. yeah i’ve never talked to that fucktard.

Pezer wrote:

Look, despite everything, we accidentally found a point of agreement.

Philo.

This love. I love football. Yes, for I do love wisdom.

Ive not enjoyed football this much since 1995.

Power / freedom. The power to do something / the freedom to do something.
The freedom to restrain oneself with ones own deepest values. We have a saying in my country: eerlijk duurt het langst; honesty takes the longest time.  

The truth is not for the aloof. In fact thats what the distinction is; truthful vs aloof. This is the human condition. We can't avoid to be aloof about many things, it is what we are truthful about that governs our conscience.

Why would we want a conscience? For the same reason a drug dealer needs an accurate scales.
putting your values on the scales in the moment of truth. "Philosophers" have feared this moment.

I cant believe philosophers have existed without campfires. I can literally not believe it, I don't.

Thrasymachus wrote:

jesus. yeah i’ve never talked to that fucktard.

Im sure it will remain that way.
For all the idiots that cross your path, may you be spared this one.

As for misanthropy, Nietzsche was the greatest exponent of it so far, literally hating mankind so bad that he proposed that its only goal is to be overcome.