There was once a fine patriot.

[Iris Sirius]

As I begin to go under, not of the waves of the Seine, as they say, but the
waves of time, always good to travel on a full stomach is it not?

I heard somebody chattering about Aristotle, everybody's favorite
chatterbox, and it was funny to me you know, because as these emails swept
past and banged on my empty cargo like the slimy skulls of lost souls, I'd
just practically randomly opened this book in which the writer feloow has
this profound penchant for that humans just very recently, say 1500bc and
740-680bc, came under torrential planetary, how do you say.  Attack.  It is
as if humans had, nor have, anything to do with anything, but that the
planets are alive, and conscious, and move through the cosmos..

He gives overwhelming global anthropological evidence that these
catastrophic incidences occured, but then  all the weight of the world
itself is upon him.  Like, if Giza were built by higher
intelligences--which they obviously were--then where are they?  This man,
as, I agree, all must believe, believes that somehow, all of mankind has
suffered some time of blow-to-the-head amnesia, or freaked out hypnosis....

Anyway within all this fluffed flubber going on here about Aristotle, I
might just take a moment to quote: "The Poeticss might seems an unlikely
place to look for Aristotle's reaction to comic catastrophes.  But we shall
see, especially in Aristotle's conception of the ideal tragedy, that the
Poetics is in many ways an even richer mine f information that are his
strictly cosmological works.  For Aristotle's cosmology is simply an
elaborate denial or repression of the past catastrpohes; his philosophy of
tragedy, onthe other hand, provides him with a way in which he can visit
those catastraophes safely this time, and with himself in full control...."

Brilliant, isn't it.  As I move on into other worlds and realms of their
own dimension and destrcutions, you may guess Aristotale's, and perhpas our
own.

On Sat, Feb 2, 2013 at 7:53 PM, Iris Sirius <irissiriustce at gmail.com> wrote:

> He lived on a boat, his name was Machthombierie, or of the sort, on the
> Seine, in Paris.  It was a ship of fools.  He had a royal shitzu, who
> fetched him things off boat in the city, like Galaxy S IIIs and quantities
> of certain magical substances.  But times have chained, for curiously now I
> am trapped floating in an aqual madhouse such as his, and this mutt, it
> drops the highest tech electronics at my changed feet curiously now
> amphibious, along with some water, and a bag of weird looking mushrooms
> labeled, in cuneiform, if I'm not mistaken, "15g fresh dried Jedi Mind
> Fuck".
>
> Hey I'll eat them, okay, but only because I'm hungry!  Remember that!  I'm
> fuck hungry....!
>
>
>
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