Mental Deconstruction 2

"Complex systems become complex mainly as they are made to be complex because the person or persons making them complex is a beast of nature. Therefore nothing is important to understand in such a system of obfuscated complexity - in fact to really understand the cosmetic, glandular, radioactive, auto-erotic and satirical intestines of logic that have formed the faeces of such fashionable icons as Deeor or Goochi for example; that feminine forms be fashioned as stick insects as much as possible - I'd really want to look at it another way, like; how can Swiss bankers sleep at night?" - Horace J. Virgil.

Hello again, how are you?

My god! What's wrong with us, you know we have no idea how we are! How could you so blithely disturb my hard won medicated equilibrium? You evil, thoughtless, uncaring bastard you! How could I? I mean we?

O.K. Now calm down me, I mean you. Let's try and be rational about this shall we.

Rational! What do you mean rational, are you positing some flimsy scientific rationale existing behind the very ephemeral and fleeting notion that we EXIST?

No, of course not, we both know that that's not been proven.

Yeah, well, actually I'm not so sure. Do you know what they put in our pills to keep me rational?

No, sorry, no idea. Now, what's on your mind, (you pathetic schizoid worm?)

Did you just think an insulting thought about us? 

Sorry about that, forgot my professional decorum there and I also forgot you can read your own thoughts too.

Well, It takes one to know one you know!
(Thank God for the medicated cosh!)

Oh yeah, well it takes one to know two too!

Sorry, was just thinking out loud again.

So what, it takes one to know nine to the power of n!

O.K. Look, we got off on the wrong semantic foot. Let's re-address ourselves to today's session In a more patient and orderly and serene frame of mind.

Why, what's wrong with a bit of bellicosity, I'm only at war with myself anyhow?

Yes, well I can see that we are in somewhat of an antagonistic frame of mind today, is there any particular reason for that? 

Yes, there is, in the words of John Dewey, "I believe that our personality is a cosmic ganglion, i.e., a focus of strength and energy, just as when certain rays go on after the meeting as they did before, so, when certain other streams of energy cross at a meeting point, the cosmic ganglion can frame a syllogism or wag its tail."

Well, very good, I think you are definitely showing some promise now.

Don't be so effing stupid. I'm trying to tell you what's got right up my nose, what effing effluent has just recently rinse-washed the follicles of my homo-superbus cranium!

Yes, ok, do tell me more.

Well, it seems pretty obvious to me, some stuck up know nothing, ivory-towered, dick doc is telling us, you, me, we; we're nothing but some great tangle of cosmic ganglion! You know, that we're just some great morass of confusion!

Hmmmm. I see. And that disturbs you does it?

Well yes, it disturbs us too. Come on admit it, do YOU like being described as some sort of ball of confusion, some sort of devil's crossroads on the way to nowhere, not even Hell for Godsakes?

Now you forget, I'm only here to help you by the artful dodges of mental deconstruction. And I have spent many a penny in the new and expensive, shiny and pristine lavatories of the scientific establishment in the most fined Universities of outer Mongoloidia. And all for you. For us!

Oh very well. I bow to your superior foliage.

Good, now, I noticed that you've taken to swearing a little. What has brought that on, any ideas?

Tourettes.

What! You mean we have effin Tourettes too?

Yep, 'effin' fraid so. We're all through with Tourettes one!

Ha-ha! A joke. Well humour has a certain value for the relief of long repressed id-based emotional cysts. It's similar to lancing a boil you know.

Is that so? So what your saying is; having a good laugh is like a having a load of gooey pus exploding out of your head and running down your neck, is that right?

No, no, not at all. It's nothing to do with bodily fluids at all really.

Oh no, then how come you got me all Dewey eyed?

The End.

(C) 2013