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July 20, 2005

onocratopoesia. vizazz

Again, these fine distinctions that I harp on interminably and tediously are, obviously, interesting and important to me but that’s not the driver behind the repetition, it’s the esotericity [[[[[similar to the way onomatopoeia sounds like what it means, I—on the fly, there, buddy—tweak my word for better custom performance. The base word ‘esoteric’ gives my base meaning, but I want more, more, more than this bare minimum performance language consistently puts in and we let it get by with. So, considering that a fundamental problem for the running up against is the fact that what I want to identify and bring into clearer focus looks so much like the normal, standard, typical thing people automatically jump to as they are chicking along your Sephomeme {}Semiotic-Phonemic-and-Memonic, possibly grouped as 4EG, a significantible meme-pair unit, and so yawn.{} train that any distinction you work at is always-already opted out of, you left never having a chance to give cause for their own investment, beyond contituent-level )to personal. I give a front end of that recognition, base establishing process and chunt it off before the word can even end so that reader is swept along in the process, off gthe track and into the ditches where the conveyance is rich. All that rush and the head-over-heels bumping over the earth——soily. soil love—-is an unavoidablely less mediated running into ‘reality.’ So, it’s a suffix. It’s a suffix with a shape, a horizon, and a profile in two dimensions usually. That’s key. We’re at the primal level here, which is almost useless on the take home level, it does some heavy lifting prep work that s don’t even see or realize. Okay; lines, curves, heights, densities, flow, and intersections. Then a true and bonafide acceptibly acceptable suffix (or enough of a part of one that this next work gets completed: a first-instinct, relexcstive response with/by facility with word part itself or the array of ready words most often their host (sweeping in as they do to metropolitan vacuums. Eventually, both actions filter through. Followed by the dawning or snap realization—doesn’t matter—that they don’t work according to our memography and memographical novel. The unexpected disruption—we’d found ourselves in new territory but so far so navigable—until now and the bit of blindside is a disruption that destablizes (disorients at the very least)—also a dual—do-age as it shakes off the imitators and non-can-handle-ables and their absence opens up space in the coneyance capacity (for an infinite world in which exists an infinte world is a never ending hiccup of a world. So there’re limits and us like passens on the subway. We’re under ground. We’re graffitti’d. Bumpy, noisy, cheap—we
ve got coverage, we do. So the bimini bumperoo throw a couple and bum into their baskets, now the racial profile is different, there’s a diffderent aggregate color effct, smell, too, and an emotioinal spark fly and flower,us taking it and taking it in, the leavers, the the exisizing is ultim & lately a thing that gives you something—anger, relief, new view angle, essestraallal, by & as it takes away. This is the the irrefutable existent to that. The Lord giveth and the lord taketh away. That is a mysterious way there right there not tomentions the application of mrcsISts masonand maveikc.s First-stage understanding of that proverb is chronologically, and if you’re drunk enough,k you can talk about meanings and philodotconn, but it doesn’t take long to figure out/realize that it’s a more interesting drunk drooling on [here I sit…]…….. on and on and off;’dgpo;wemasp09aw e scents and wisps in mounding curtrails and jagMath tailings a stictch in the crusted eartfh and when it’s all over and the dust is glimmered to a settlement place, you realize that you got something, and bam bam bam thank you mam that you were swatting at, connecting with, whiffing just a sniffling, but respectably close enough for sure so it should all be here, but it’s the raging bull of caontainment as been kept at a 62-66% fill level, the rest taken by a slipperynexxus or inaccessioning blehsllseps, and there’s where the new thing seeped in—otherwise you would have had no room for it, no openness for itk, and would never come to understand your missunderstanding and take that for a respect that can only arise out of understanding. THAT is my proposed visual counerpart of the onomatopoeia that I may not be able to spell.

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