Notes on Perfectionism

Feeling “vindicated” once a theory is experimentally realized. 
Proliferating cosmetic treatments along with academic papers, weekly sustaining the new limits of beauty. 
“None want to throw the baby out with the bathwater” : 
	Perfection ideally helps creation,
	the latter though is a term more and more susceptible to doubtful gazes of critical rejection. 
Gaps between the “real” and the “perfected”, moments in anti-succession: 
	“Scandinavian armchairs, 
				Japanes teapots, 
						sunlight filtering through emerald leaves of a perforated monstera plant”.
Achievements of divine objects demystify enjoyment as a precursor, never a downing
/grounding placenta,
		    unavoidable “fundamental sense of being unacceptable”,

SELF \\ OTHER [ SOCIAL - LAMENT FOR COUSINS INCIDENTALLY NAMED SIGMUND

One person listening to a self/other-deprecating soliloquist, 
shield from breathing in the combusting smoke produced by wetting flames, 
torches turned off to wait for the right ambush of wrong adequates. 
What’s true is the worst, so that there’s no patches for flaws. 
Internal violence that mutilates and deforms, imaginary audiences that shit out undigested food through ironically ill anal cavities. 
Cavernous flare ups, glimpses of the “all”, to regret the “nothing” as an escape: 
																				excruciating loss it’s easier than possibilities’ involvement. 

		“Superhuman, better than a machine, wether the machine is literal (an M4) or figurative (a Crone).”

	Persian flaws,
					 the carpet undergirds 
by a return policy focused on adoption of anxious fetuses ready to be represented in 
					 alpha-numeric clay. 
The sky doesn’t fall if you fart, no matter which organ the fart comes from. 
	Affirmations bring air, changing oxygen’s composition around the polished imaginary 
																			spit on the floor. 

We, as in I, can be distinct only when we are hanged while other rejoice from our last words.
—
That one Russian dude that built a career on the last moments before (not) being hanged. 

I matter, mattering and anti-mattering
quantum spaces, throes of 
Unrepeatability.

Clinically shaven because I got tired of covering the bald square with thin hair,
	Working to find solutions never hidden
In a resolute character swamped in 
	PERFECTION.