I’ll get to that Wendy when these dim-witted know-nothing fucking faggots suck my cock and shut the fuck up. Like I said, do either of you want to try again? prometheia? And brerkley. One of you had numbers after your name, I didn’t read them. Whatever your little faggot name was.
I can’t fall asleep until I forget, until I forget if I am dreaming now or not. Mihi somnium est non memoria somnia. It’s all the same to me. And I’ve been up for two days getting more and more sick of this, reality. How’d I mistranslate Carneades dawg? Yeah, you don’t know.
Ego linguam mortis lingua; tuo diligere scholis vitias mihi, prometheia?
Oh wait promethiea75, did you drop my text into google translate? Hahahaha. Is that how you caught my mistakes? Just for future reference, ya’ know: google translate’s Latin ain’t that great.
Nothing? How about this? I have schizophrenia. So I find the title of your thread slightly offensive. Do you have have Schizo-anything?
In your big block of words you claim to know more than anyone here. Do you know the difference between schizo (aka a split) and the racing thoughts of mania?
The sentence actually means your fucking rambling.
Let me try again: fuck you and your mental illness. You found the title of my thread offensive? Is this a joke?
What? “Schizopost” isn’t my invention. You’re like that prayer they had in congress last week where they ended it with “Amen and Awomen”. You’re fucking pathetic, you know that? You’re that bent out of shape because I obliquely referenced the existence of a mental illness? And for the record, yeah I am diagnosed with something: schizotypal personality disorder. Listen to me not bitch about it and take offense to a JOKE that wasn’t even DIRECTED AT YOU. I don’t even know who the fuck you are. But I know this: your fucking pathetic sensibilities disgust me. Grow the fuck up.
AMEN AND AWOMEN. Fucking idiot. And promethetheia, you want to have a battle of linguistics, well I told you what to do. Google translate isn’t going to get you anything over on me you fucking dipshit.
I’d laugh if I wasn’t so fucking disgusted, you sniveling, whining little bitch. Wah, someone used the prefix ‘schizo’. Fuck off. Seriously, from the bottom of my heart: fuck on off out of this thread.
I understand that it’s asking a lot for someone to actually read the OP (which begs the question as to how Prometheia determined where exactly I mis-translated something, especially given the fact that the only thing I actually translated was the quote from Carneades and the Enchiridion Pythagoricis Chrisi. So what was wrong with either of them? Yeah, nothing. Either that or you don’t know, because you don’t know shit; about linguistics or probably anything else.) Anyway, going back to the OP: the term schizopost isn’t meant to hurt your feelings. You know how I went over Stiegler’s idea of the hyponmenata and proposed a hypermnemata? As the former, as a narrative form, conditions our subjectivity in the telling of our own history, so the late conditions other narrative forms. I use it, the hypermnemata, in my analysis of new technological media, and the fact that, in merely observing such media, we get swept up into their spectacle, thereby encountering an ontological difficulty in merely discussing them. That’s what a schizopost is. It’s observing the spectacle and recognizing with the fact that observing the spectacle makes you a part of it. That’s the schizo or split part. I already explained that a long time ago. Seriously, you and prometheia were merely boring me, now you’re disgusting me, especially with the “offense” shit. I don’t believe in the concept of “taking offense.” There’s no such thing. All there is, is you weaponizing language to try and get one over one someone against whom you don’t actually have any argument, or in fact anything to say at all. Fuck this.
The reason I put slightly in italics is that I’m not fully offended. Mostly because I knew you wouldn’t care that I was offended. Just like I know that you’re probably I pussy in real life who wouldn’t say jack to me in public, or else wouldn’t get enough air to spew your ancient crusty drivel, before someone else punched you in the gob.
Shut your gawp gawp gawp Shut your gawp gawp gawp Shut your gawp gawp gawp
Shut your gawp gawp gawp Poltreeokleess or some ancient unreferenceable name that makes you untouchable for knowing over everyone else.
I’m glad pal, that you’re schizopal, that makes us brothers, haha, Now go tell the blind what they see in the darkness too. Go beat the wheel chair bound, you harsh cruel man of superior stone. Congrats you care for nothing.
Yeah, The “Babe” is aligned with the amen awomen party. Lol. Prom is Zoots Allures also and part of his routine is shit stirring. He was bustin your balls in humor.
Okay so you just pulled the FITE ME IRL card. Non-ironically. Alright, so you’re done then? Go ahead and check in at the front, and leave the thread. You’re done now. You signed the papers, you turned your shit in, it’s over; the game’s over. You lost. You can go away now. There’s not anything after that. The ‘fite me irl’ thing is the end of it. That’s as far as forum arguments go. When you say that, that means you just accepted the fact that you were done. Bye now.
And for the record, it isn’t just that I don’t care about your being offended by the title of the post. Schizoposting isn’t a term I invented, and I just explained to you the actual intent of the term, using the ideas of the hypo-mnemata and hyper-mnemata, as well as the ‘spectacle’.
Dude you just told me to ‘fite you irl’. You’re done. It’s over. No more arguing now. Just accept it. You’re a dipshit, and it’s okay to be a dipshit. Unfortunately, it means you can’t be a part of the thread anymore. But that’s okay too. There’s a lot of threads on the site. Go tell someone else to fight you in real life.
Yeah man that’s the point of the thread, I wanted to be crazy and wild! WOAH. Check me out I’m fuckin’ OUTTA MY MIND. WAHOOOO.
Did the Lemurian time-demons give it away?
Go back and read it, especially the stuff about irony and meta-irony. The point is to make you unable to tell if I’m joking or not, if I’m being ironic, not ironic, or meta-ironic, to make you unable to tell if I intend to sound crazy or not; if I’m being serious or joking. You thought I’ve been joking, so it obviously worked. Unless you don’t think I’m joking. In which case, I was. Which means I’m not.
Like I said in the first fucking page:
[b]While explaining himself to a non-comprehending audience, Schlegel wrote, in I believe something from the Athenaeum journal, concerning his “Essay on Incomprehensibility”: It is a very good sign when the harmonious bores are at a loss about how they should react to this continuous self-parody, when they fluctuate endlessly between belief and disbelief until they get dizzy and take what is meant as a parody seriously, and what is meant seriously as a parody.
And I can see into the mind of those who would pull back and grow weary, claiming that what Schlegel is doing here is just the 18th-century equivalent of shitposting. And I would simply correct you: it isn’t shitposting, it’s schizoposting. Meaning the point is not merely to mess with the reader and to throw them off guard so one can gauge their reaction, their psychic defenses, their emotional weaknesses, etc. (as per a shitpost) Instead, the point is to force the reader to cling to meaning more than ever- by taking that meaning away. Ironic. The point is to entangle the reader in so many layers of irony that they cannot any longer dis-entangle themselves, therefor being swept up into the clinament or cross-current of the text and forced to produce their own irony- against their will; that is, their own meaning. Doubly ironic. So not ironic.[/b]