A sequential thoroughness would be appropriate and ideal
In order to adequately go into things, there would need to be an in-depth sequence of events.
There would 1st need to be an extensive discussion about how language is used, whether there's playfulness involved, and how the memory evokes utterances to be said which only the speaker would realize the subtle significances.
Of explaining how the lazy corner cutting tendencies can keep maximal comprehension from the folks that have the ill fortune of listening to such garbage, such verbal vomit.
And then with that covered by long hard toil with why things gotta be like that, we would next approach the topics themselves, and the curious interrelationships between them.
But this is all only possible in the willingness to go along with a hyper importance being applied to something that is roughly on the same level of importance as dog feces.
Which makes me idly muse upon the ending of Pink Flamingos.
All the references I make are always inconsequential, but the memories they carry for me and the heft of them, make mentioning them pleasurable, it is a joy of just saying anything really.
And if the issue of the matters were relentlessly pursued with the actions one takes always needing to make sense, the joy seeps through a fatal hole in the balloon of this kind of endeavor, if one can see it as a balloon, or a bubble.
For the universe of potential, in regards to words, and one's own comprehension, hinges totally on the joy factor.
And with joy established, freedom of expression comes like the rain falling from dark swelling clouds.
But to back up a bit, one would be advised to be continually updating their fundament of learned things, one has reached the terminal point of no effect, if learning is seen as only what happened in the past.
And yet, to come to hasty conclusions, is the very picture of folly, and an unwillingness to hold loosely the things that you are only borrowing for the time being.
Riddles are the jewellery of expression.
There would 1st need to be an extensive discussion about how language is used, whether there's playfulness involved, and how the memory evokes utterances to be said which only the speaker would realize the subtle significances.
Of explaining how the lazy corner cutting tendencies can keep maximal comprehension from the folks that have the ill fortune of listening to such garbage, such verbal vomit.
And then with that covered by long hard toil with why things gotta be like that, we would next approach the topics themselves, and the curious interrelationships between them.
But this is all only possible in the willingness to go along with a hyper importance being applied to something that is roughly on the same level of importance as dog feces.
Which makes me idly muse upon the ending of Pink Flamingos.
All the references I make are always inconsequential, but the memories they carry for me and the heft of them, make mentioning them pleasurable, it is a joy of just saying anything really.
And if the issue of the matters were relentlessly pursued with the actions one takes always needing to make sense, the joy seeps through a fatal hole in the balloon of this kind of endeavor, if one can see it as a balloon, or a bubble.
For the universe of potential, in regards to words, and one's own comprehension, hinges totally on the joy factor.
And with joy established, freedom of expression comes like the rain falling from dark swelling clouds.
But to back up a bit, one would be advised to be continually updating their fundament of learned things, one has reached the terminal point of no effect, if learning is seen as only what happened in the past.
And yet, to come to hasty conclusions, is the very picture of folly, and an unwillingness to hold loosely the things that you are only borrowing for the time being.
Riddles are the jewellery of expression.
46-50, MNew