fucking is complicated

Imagine You

Imagine you. The thought of you. The thought of you a kidney. Lake. Oxbow lake. A river. Lake, just now. Name you (the lake). Humanity, say.

Hi. For scale, see humanitas: it fails to mean human beings as a group. You do. Before human beings, the group, seeks a word, humanitas falls from use. River, land, you, land, humanitas. Disaster. No place of honor, a word.

You Exist

Imagine you exist. Matter, then. You (matter) exist. Never created nor destroyed (humanity from one side to the other). Matter baptisized in humanity; oh, the.

Spread your matter out, go before humanity, go after humanity (even then). One side of time to the other, a drop of blood, sweat, or the tear from a yawn. Seep.

A Word On Tone

A walk follows - naturally.

Higher scales give a higher definition; this lengthens the walk, by definition. A thousand years from the present may be raised from a last millimeter to one centimeter (or ten). Find your preference, and suit that.

Adapt the walk to a roadtrip or plane flight, and get a lackdasical tenth of a meter or luxurious full meter to represent the last thousand years.

More Scale, In Depth

Increasing a thousand years from 1 millimeter to 1 centimeter lengthens the walk by 41.4 km.

Dialating it 10 centimeters shifts the decimal two places; this walk is 455.4 km longer.

A full meter sets you back 45,995.4 km. Earth is 40,000 km.

Fucking Happens at the End of This Walk

You’re humanity, you fuck - it’s what you do. You do it in the present. But you seep to the end of time. A walk’ll get you back to fucking (the present). The walk’s about how long the universe is. This long: 4.6 km. You can guess how long that is. (In millimeters.)

Take your first step in years - each millimeter a thousand (years per millimeter, YPMM). Fun. Power trip over the last step.

Land face first into the next. Nice. Context wamps.

wamp

Two steps! 6382 more to your destination.

Orb

A solar system walk (those planet obelisk sculptures) walks you 20 times the speed of light. Walking one four times gets you 4.7 km. This overshoots the present by 100,000 years. To avoid that, throw a stone (hops scotch style), and stop at it on your last trip back. Otherwise, you drift. Over 102,026 years, humanity drifts - humanitas, off by 2,000, is already not humanity.

The river you bow from moves. The continent, too.

You Arrive

You walk; remember to stop at the stone. Or don’t. Or kick the stone. Accidently (or on purpose). Get it caught in the treads of your boot, at some point; you haven’t been going anywhere, as far as the stone is concerned. And fuck do things go wrong. Fcuk, you’re just here to fuck!

Fucking is complicated.

Between getting fucked and getting fucked with, you could give a fuck, or you could fuck one over. You might fuck up. But you’re as likely to fuck it up. Once it’s fucked up, you might fuck around.

But where fucks might fuck you most in the mouth feels around noticing which fucks fuck. And which fucks don’t even. Will fucking always be so complicated?

(Are you fucked?)

So Much Fucking Happening

There’s transitive fucking, reflexive/intransitive fucking, additudinal fucking, auxillery (intensifier) fucking - different grammatical shifts in shape vary in load. Releasing pressure and semantic work (a deep indication).

You’re not fucked by the liguistics. And you’re not confused. Noticing complexity, noticing when removing fucking from a sentence doesn’t change the meaning, that means something. “Will ~~fucking~~ always be so complicated?” -> Will always be so complicated? Wait. That’s a curious sentence.

“Will always be so complicated?” -> “Might the word always be as complicated as the word fucking?”

Some words are more complicated than others. Somehow, this comes as a surprise. You might notice that surprise, travel alongside it. Not dismiss it for being obvious (of course some words are more complicated than others, the loneliest reply).

Will always always be so complicated?

Sitting On It

…

Maybe: when a sentence is left in tact - what might be meant by this (focusing on some examples)?

A number of sentences might bring intensifiers into a sentence where the intensifier is the subject of the sentence:

• Will that word which is the word really always be so complicated?
• Will that word which is the word always always be so complicated?
• Will that word which is the word fucking always be so complicated?

Stripping out the word really feels perhaps it changes the subject. The subject might bear a load; How an intensifier in the position of the subject of a sentence (really) does sematic work.

Said differently, might making a linguistic event a subject render it a stable sign.

You Want to Play With This

You strip really from “Will fucking really always be so complicated?” You get Will fucking always be so complicated? Which is perhaps asking Is “Will fucking always be so complicated?” itself true?

This question is one of doubt. Which is a base for life. Which vivifies the sentence from an interrogation grounded in curiosity. The sentence that comes out is an interrogation grounded in doubt.

No longer “Is fucking complicated?” but “Is fucking genuinely complicated”, or more “Is fucking truly complicated”. In a sense: the sense shifts. Asking “Is fucking complicated?” grounds the conversation in the present

In this position (with the ground present) - and, where really was, is fucking - is the question now (grounded in the pressure of holding the question): “Is fucking fucking complicated?”

A fucking sentence, perhaps, most alive, generative, and pressure-bearing.

How Big It Is Now

So you hold this question under pressure (from the fatigue or refusal to look away), a first fucking. And, in holding the question, the sentence comes to be an event: the holding.

You appear holding a question. It moves from “Is fucking really complicated” to “Is fucking complicated” (or is “fucking is complicated” comperable).

Or: where fucking is complicated is comperable, is fucking is complicated? (Is fucking is simpler than you might be making out?)

As you appear holding the question, the sentence is asking from inside the thing being questioned (asking from inside you). You collapse into each other. A sentence fucking - a “fucking sentence” - implicated, visible in the pressure. In the work it is doing to hold itself together.

Breathing this complexity grounds the investigation. The sentence works where you want to play with it, the want is the pressure.

What happens if you release this breath?

The Question Held In You

You might like to (or like the sentence you hold to). Distinguishing is complicated. What releasing into grammar might feel like, for a sentence. Or collapsing into description. The relief of one.

Fragments of one. Particles of description. Falling from implication into some completion (breathing without you). The sentence becoming its own pressure.

Holding it, simplify - scattered - complete. (What do you feel when you imagine releasing it?)

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