Mongering is loaded with the use of a negative social penetration and undesirable promotion. It may be possible for strains of feminism to be ladymongering. The use of female power and praise can be exploited by the owners of women, themselves. The same goes for men, but they have rarely attributed an injustice that needs reparations. I love some of the feminist theory and aiding the inequality of women, but it can easily turn into a disservice to all women. To scream of empowerment should be met with half-open arms. To raise to a standard level is fine. To shrinify the existence of women as holiness segregates the legitimate inching toward a society that neglects to value gender as a means of shifting a situation. This involves revamping traditional outlooks and rewarding the individual regardless of classification. I love women, but men are wonderful sometimes.
I am sinking into this hopeless bliss. Everything couldn’t be more unsettling. I can’t accomplish a thing without paying a figurative fee to society. I have no interest in my behavior. I don’t realize my facadistic impulses until someone brings them to my attention deficit disorder. I don’t care if my lifespan doesn’t match the posthuman. What have I that will hack my existence? Most of my parts work like when they were new. Devoid direction is my mapless conquest. I am soothed by the unexpected. I claim to live in it with ease; I now put it under reconsideration.
Reconstructing the dream sequence involves going back to sleep and when I say “back to sleep” I mean sleeping back then/not on your back/not returning where you left off. Sleepful content is had when learning happens, when learnedness is applied, and when there the uncontrolled yields a potential quality. This sleep is life to me. But I am also literally tired of sleeping and waking. Let it be one or the other. I now can handle both with equal interest, but trouble through shuffling the deck of nights and days. Tonight might be a face card where I get too much sleep or deuce to depravity.
What kind of precision can you achieve if you arbitrarily make a compound miter cut (CONFUSE MYSELF)? The final products are invisible to me and is there a good angle or a technique that works or does it even matter? I can help from being a rear-view filmmaker. I don’t need to record my life. Replays aren’t where I can live. Boy am I glad I am not finished with the filmography. Girl am I sad that I can’t focus on the current production. Nobody is the devine director.
Emotions are like magnetic fields, attracting its opposite. The element of reality known as NOW is rhetorical surface tension.