  herbal drops i'm listening to urlLink brian eno 's two landmark rock albums... with synthesisers and instrumentals and pianos and samples.
pishhhhhh. almost everyone seems to think that i had a hand in a really good number of rhymes from kee to his bob friend, and despite my repeated insistence that i respect the idea of poetry: it must be, above all, neither overly cooked nor vague to the point of coherence. and my supposed work fails in that regard. if it were something of a classic i would have by no means restrained myself from admitting i wrote it and all of shakespeare's work for that stupid freeloading bastard, and unfortunately that is not the case.
i e-mailed this to a mentor: "the essential scope of bertrand russell's work on human beliefs spans across two main themes: one is that the foolish man is too cocksure and the second is that the perfect belief system has a method for self-evaluation, self-doubt and co-existance with science.
and, yes, i readily admit that russell has defined the stupid man, but i think the smart man is one who has, for all intents and purposes, guided a man into the Russell junction of doubt and sureness. but defining the ethically undesirable man lies almost along the same lines, and it is important to make a distinction here: he is one who misguides another into the Russell junction.
" and i have done that, of course, but only because i am that ethically undesirable. i mean, yes, since i constantly talk about Brother Paul stalking students everywhere and laughing at them with an ingenious self-invented cackle and of magical fairies that watch MTV (and yes, the only abbreviation i know of in popular entertainment today) periodically. but nothing along the lines of what our urlLink dope driven, insanely curious smartie friend hitler heather has got here. good night. 
