Everything that cannot be looked up

aware of all the textual interwovenness, capable of sorting all the broadcast monochrome faces, to you, when I enter your office we all agree I am seeking your advice, plush strawberry greenscreen, and now you think I’m off the edge, but really I introduced that syntax to filter you out, rainbowcolor silk pushing directionally this or that, watching to see which direction is your eye twitch, au contraire, this whole thing constructed to monitor *your* awareness, I know you’re thinking about why I did what I did, that’s why I did it, I am like a tiger in a zoo, ‘cept I opened the zoo just so you would drop %10 to come and see me, that way I can observe you better, innocence, not, brownyellow, teeth, afraid of nonsense, you, syntactic sugaerpye, 320×200, mmm, hmmm, mmmhmmm, remember moments then mapping sets onto smaller sets amateurs consolidating all of mathematics onto set mapping problems in small city coffeehouses I know what you’re trying to do but beware the trap of summary speech summary thought confetti is easy to vacuum did you write this high did you write this drunk I drink volvic motherfucker in your sobrest hour you wouldn’t imagine the plainness of my height, your farthest gone wouldn’t hold a teacup to my shakeless sobriety, when you think I’m off the end I am playing with you in boredom so be offended, in love, don’t mistake smugness for success, don’t mistake invention for interest, don’t mistake procedure for deity, don’t mistake construction for transcendence, don’t mistake confidence for quality, don’t mistake laughter for audience, don’t mistake interpretation for wanting, don’t mistake code for handshake, don’t mistake wygglemuffyn h. brownstar for a naturally-blonde o.u. co-ed, mistake not abbreviation for brevity, mistake not inaccuracy for censorship and know that she worked in the frost in burrito buggies scarfpale 3.4 stretchygygglestyck bk doub whp chs hvy chs every byte researched, what is it that you cannot look up on google? that’s what you should be thinking about tonight, everything that cannot be looked up on google, like, what do they call it when you order extra cheese on a whopper at burger king? if you’ve ever worked at burger king you certainly know: “heavy cheese” :a googlesearch for “heavy cheese burger king” only returns 140 results but how many people know and think about this arcane fact (more than 140×1000), you need to develop a repertoire of things to search for that nobody knows, whenever everyone searches for something bodies materialize to satisfy them, what does everyone know that no one asks about? what is no one asking about? what are the terms in which no one is asking or saying a goddamn thing? “mad props” to foucault for asking this last question, pretty much the only interesting one to be posed for a long time

Everything that cannot be looked up

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great speech is culturally specific. great friends have zero objectivity when it comes to you. a great piece of knowledge is knowledge that is almost impossible to find and ridiculously simple to transfer. great music questions whether, previously, you’d been listening at all.

a great experience, poetry, the snapshot, is that which is never repeated.

there are things happening, and by your very nature, you are missing them.

great choices…they always confound your acquaintances. making a great choice is like being able to predict the birth of a baby even before conception, being able to draw all those red lines through the air, one for each molecule that will become me, long before my father and my mother came together. a great life is a life with no fear. great drama is what breaks you and builds you, what takes you in and what puts you out. great stories are stories that leave you with nothing. that leave you wanting. great stories are what leaves a person with such wanting that they will endure the writing process. a great story is an injection of longing whose vacuum births a poet, a romantic, a listless wisher, a bomb.

there are things happening around you, and you have no idea what they are.

there are some things happening to you that you have no idea what they are.

and commerce swirls, and religion swirls, and it all falls blank. who can manipulate who? that is the question, the answer to that question defines commerce and religion. masters of self-manipulation, those who elegantly change their own states, these are those who own the world. if you can get someone to listen until the completion of your joke, you have more power than the greatest task requires. attention is king and keeps us in perfect balance: to gain your worship I must worship you. simpletons who think they can manipulate without love and worship of their adversary: this is a tricky game! you have won nothing if you have not won my nod. mass media in its essence is one person communicating with one other person…the catch is that they might not know who that recipient is. mass communication is not about one person reaching a million people, it’s about one person finding one other person across space and time. a message is characterized by its perfect recipient and its perfect sender. that nineteen million people see kill bill is incidental…kill bill is a message sent by one person, somewhere, to one other person, somewhere.

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