Tuesday, January 1, 2008

Constructions - - Pushing palindromes to the Chagrin of those with the conch.

*People who paint Rorschach inkblots should be given more love* Palindromes as a refresher: racecar, live not on evil, step on no pets, damn I, Agassi, miss again! mad!, Lisa Bonet ate no basil, a man! a plan! a canal! Panama!...This stupid shit is relevant because it forces someone to look at something beyond face value. It's a red herring, yes probably (as is the Kinsey report which will be mentioned in a bit), but nevertheless, its important...Spent the break catching up with some of my past and taking that quote I had mentioned a few blogs ago into serious consideration as to be a little more honest about how I truly feel about being home and/or adjustments to affect/effect. *young men bent on fixing false affections should be cornered and warned of the dangers* Construction is as followed: Take 100 of the most irrelevant of palindromes. Shuffle them into the memory of the kindest, most sincere, most unassuming of young women on their way to attack their 20's. As they mature, have all of them stand in front of Exner at his most productive of years and let him hear their definitions of dysfunction. Let the handful of those with choosing rights (those who think of projective tests as idiotic and too subjective) be schooled alongside the very boys these women give birth to. Nurture the quirkiest of idiosyncrasies and if they ever ask as a child if there are fairies and magic, you kindly say "fuck yeah there are! And you can see them all!"Let the palindromes become stories and sheepish grins for four year olds who will soon enough see Santa as a fraud. With superlatives for these children of mothers who were raised with the idea that juggling, unicycles and sleight of hand were more important than rational logic and conventional choices, put them at work in the most demanding of work environments. Let them march, let them write into the LA times about the Kinsey report in 48' being devoid of any diversity yet the beginning of the largest palindrome to speak of, let them teach swing and art therapy...Today is January 1st, 2008. The piles of books are the only things off limits. It's starting to be that time. There's a 45 year old man in an old green hat he bought one day in Chicago screaming off the rooftop "We're simplifying this mother fucker right here!!!"

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