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“Ennui…is ecstasy glimpsed from the banks of desire”(1)



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I'm intrigued and reading. Boredom just about the death of me for a goodly amount of time. Got so intense in the hum of dull that it makes such a skittish mess of me, the pent-up makes such an adrenalin rush in a bad sense I could envision why one might jump off a building. The pent-up is gigantic.

Camus say suicide is the only serious philosphical problem. He was in the French underground during World War 2. I think he must have put some thought into murder also. God knows I have.

I was googling Bauldelaire when I stumbled on that link.


I found a great photo of an ancient statue of Kalki and now I can'f find it again. I need to take better notes. I been working on my website. I finally got my ISP to let me do my own html.

Yeah, I don't know, but will you ever show it to me?

I'm not suicidal, it wasn't like that, it was almost a loss of control and sense, anything could happen like that. The mind can buzz so loudly, who knows what could have came from it if stir crazy.

But, then the catfish poem, he rescued me at the pond, drove away the lonely thoughts and you know then the dame came out to play. All happens for a reason maybe, something like that.

Show you the picture of Kalki? Well if I ever find it.

I don't know the catfish poem you refer to.

I tried to hang myself when I was around eight.

I have always had thoughts of suicide, not so much anymore,
I have not wanted to kill anyone in thirty years.

procrastination
is all I got going
suicidal and homicidal

http://www.studioeight.tv/phpbb/viewtop ... l+suicidal

I posted that to a jimboloco haiku a long time ago.
Now there is someone I miss a lot.
I have not seen him in ages.

I miss him big time.


I got riff about homicidal suicidal maniac to mingo's mile marker zion thread still looking for that one.

I found one of the statues


http://www.nationmaster.com/encyclopedia/Kalki

No, I meant show me this elusive website you're inviting me to.

The Catfish Friend R.B.

I've almost died more times than I can remember, but never cause I was trying I s'pose. Once on 42 beaners I tried to run from a bee up on a roof and almost ran right over the edge of the 2-story. It all looked the same and I didn't see an end. My girlfriend grabbed me back to life.

Or that's how I remember it at fifteen.

Same day I watched black ghosts climb the walls, go through me and the girlfriend climbed up to her ceiling, upside down like a spider or something out of Beetlejuice.

Here you are.
I'm glad, Jack.

Be back with a link to the website

Oh that poem
Duh me

pardon my geezer memory.

thanks for refreshing that poem for me.

Oh, looking up Kalki.

I've been reading it on and off today.
I know some of what they're saying too.

To know what I am saying to about Kalki see this
please. It don't make much sense without Mnaz's stoned ape anthropology.


In the meantime Godot has come and gone
And Kalki dawdles

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