Let's follow 'the book of rules', it means 'radical', from the speech without asserion on the logic came some sort of very interesting 'assumptions'. You define a sub space where you want to reach, that is convince some sort of audience 'political audience' for example.
You create a title, and start to mount some set of periodic frequencies on brain, you call 'set of radicals' of this, then you create some sort of subspace, linking words in a sequence that you blame to convince the audience that 1 + 1 = 4. This is Political Science, also you put word communism, every time on antagonism of everything, 'a place of equals' for example, Blog is the place of the equals, in the dream land, such things create the 'perfect space', but on practice 'humanoid kind' is primitive.
A defective mammal that was given a sort of complex path to express ideas, such space tend to circle on assertions that are not based on logic. It is all based on 'emotional reactions' and incompetence to deal with them. This is the 'emotional analysis about brain responses on music'. The beat of a different drum can lead the audience to some sort of delirium, an illusion that everything is all right, 'fill us with joy', this is for example 'the orgasm principle', the chocolate pleasure, where the race look always for more pleasure, then you stop and define 'emotional responses to music'.
It is obvious that some sort of 'emotional response will be achieved', then you pick such instant and define a 'divine relation' with a inexistent 'spatio' temporal ether, this is called 'illiteracy', when you don't stop and start to mount a believe without logic. The truth is provided on hospitals, prisons, and cemeteries. The 'causa mortis' can always provide some direction, it seems that i am under very heavy investigation, now just got a hit about, what my uncle did with my grand father, a donation about the time of the death, look how nice individual he is, at same time he was a deep researcher on the 'roots of the civilization', once in a time he discussed like for hours about Iraq, Jesus and tribes, with the priest, that thing boring, two idiots discussing nothing at a dinner, when he understood that 'his assumptions' were not accepted, he did like the American Team, let's get out.
But let's stretch the talk a little, what is such individuals involved with 'gangs' when they bring the gang to home, or when he is 'addicted at extremmes' what he is, he is a torture, i had such torture for decades, a psychiatric transform your life in a torture because turn the patient in some sort of drug experiment, same thing can be noted with high-alchoolics and ine-addicteds, a giant torture, that go beyond the imaginable, then when he dies is some sort of relief, you lost the poetry but gain a 'momenta relief', but the guilty persons, drug dealer, psychiatric without responsibility such individual escapes, he go to some sort of meetings, looking for some self mercy, but when you look into his eyes, the nasty murder remains there, it is just look on it's eyes, so, i was reading now the poet, if the son was involved with such criminals gang, it is a relief, it is a end of a hell, such individuals bring the hell to home, then travel if survive to some sort of 'crusade for mercy', i don't thing that neither such medics or drug dealers deserve any mercy, it is just criminals that bring the hell to society.
I remember now what killed my Brother - Prozac.. We are just toys...
