I suggest a thesis named Love Ontology, to heal the world of hatred with some tender, universal love.
Unfortunately it’s been done…as well.
So may I suggest a alternate word so hide your plagiarism and pretend you are reinventing the wheel.
Not ‘love’ but 'agape. AO.
I bet with a few joints you can invent a mystifying lingo to make it sound profound.
Ironically attraction also necessitates repulsion. Even a modern hippie, like you can understand it.
You can use the word ‘hate’ if you wish…you are Catholic, no?
Verily I say unto thee, the image or a monstrosity looms upon the frothing Ionian, swimming around the coast of the third of Pelops fingers, towards the cleansing sea of the Aeges, devil be thy name, for I have no other curse to cast upon thee.
I visited your mother at the house, and I made her scream “Ae…Ae!!! pappy, fornicate my brains out pappy”.
It is used by sophisticated whores.
But you can’t afford any.
I adapt to the milieu…so modern I will be, here, for you.
I am outis. Nothing more; nothing less.
No genius 160+ IQ that will change the world, and is affecting world governments from this lowly shithole that pretends to be intellectual.
No cRap star of the future spitting out Nieatzchean aphorisms, in word associating profoundness, to the beat of African primitive libido.
It’s the kind of thing that’s so hideously repulsive it captivates you. Like you get locked on to it waiting to see if in the next moment something more bizarre and disgusting will happen than the moment before. Everything about it offends me beyond words. I love it.
In two fell swoops, I have become convinced that Crowley was an honorable man.
first, the title and brief description of his first novel. I think it was Diary of a Degenerate or something. Anyway. the second is the not he wrote for the second:
That opening is more a bluff than a blunder. A game of chicken. I’ve had more than one 1700+ play it against me, and they were often long games. I have come to see it as just another opening, though indeed always carrying an air of patzer.