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jesus, cyn: there really is nothing to be said about your last post.
you feel that way--fine.
it does i suppose raise the question of why you bother with any of this, if you really feel that way.
there is no need to respond, really.
what i will say is that i would hope the 3-d person behind "cynthetiq"--whoever that is--- doesnt actually limit himself the way the persona does.
there is so much around us that neither you nor i knows about.
being in the world is a kind of adventure.
nothing is given in advance, nothing is stable, nothing knowable from its surfaces.
no point in hiding from that within some illusion of certainty. not really. nothing to be gained, nothing to be learned. the result: always and everywhere the same old stuff. always and everywhere only repetition. i dont see the appeal.
what's to be afraid of?
as for your swipe at me as a human being: this board is a small part of my life. you see nothing about me from it, not really. you have no idea who i am or how i am. you get an idea of how i write when i am here.
how i write here is an even smaller part of my life than the board is as a whole.
so when you say stuff about who you imagine me to be, i have a hard time not laughing.... sorry, but there we are.
roachboy is an illusion.
he is a voice.
he is a series of sentences.
so are you, cynthetiq.
that's it, that's all you know about me, and all i know about you.
the voice is all there is.
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a gramophone its corrugated trumpet silver handle
spinning dog. such faithfulness it hear
it make you sick.
-kamau brathwaite
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