A blog post on a merry morning. Actually not so merry considering that almost nothing has been put to tomorrow’s page. I shall have to go and start working on the lead. But it’s kinda cool to determinedly make a post although there’s no time- cuz it’s one piece of liberation I shan’t give up. I look at books these days: reading them has become, oh God!, passé. Well, I was reading about ASPD today, in our dear paper’s ‘science’ supplement. It’s anti-social personality disorder, and there was this lady spewing facts about how to identify it, its symptoms etc. you call it a disorder and then have ‘CORRUPT’ as an acronym for its symptoms, and then oh so kind heartedly suggest ways for this hell-begotten creature to still be allowed (our kindness be hailed with hallelujahs) to remain a member of society. Of course, this character remains perfectly passive in the entire transaction.
I dunno really. It’s the old dilemma about whether you leave a person who seems to harm others when left to his own wits. The same about mental patients and criminals. And mental patients are criminals, aren’t they, as my Foucault would say. The crime confirms the potential. Why I am ranting out of the blue to.morn- I am starved for anything to do, to care for. I want to study some. To think, to write. I miss all of that quite so much. And it’s something that the unspeakable feels yet too strongly about to care, and well, as I demand, to nurture. I shall go back and study. And do it with him. Was with R.da yesterday over page. I rather do like him. Love the sense of quiet, the smile, and the no-hassles way of passing on handles, tools. I do understand when k calls him a mentor. I rather rather like him. and today there shall be madness again. At least I shall be bathed. Filthy now, completely. Dirt oozing from every pore of surface.
Bad English is my birthright
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