Semantic Satiation
Language for Animals VOLUME ONE (The Eonothem.§.2.❡.2.8.) Section Two
Semantic Satiation
Part One
buffalo, noun (singular and plural)
the North American bison, or other wild bovine.
Buffalo, proper noun
the second largest city in the state of New York
Buffalo, adjectival noun
a person from the city of Buffalo, or a descriptor for anything from the city of Buffalo (ie, Buffalo cheese is cheese from Buffalo)
buffalo, verb
to confuse, baffle, or deceive, or to intimidate
Buffalo buffalo, Buffalo buffalo buffalo, buffalo Buffalo buffalo.
This much we know.
Fellow buffalo purchase for as little as ten dollars a month (my accountant is on vacation) storage facilities for their pictures, and sentence constructions shareable. So indeed they do, upon the various platforms, move hence and forth from one location to another, the eyes and ears of our friendly buffalo.
Buffalo, very kind, share their thoughts with other buffalo, distracted. In a game of one-ups-buffaloship, other buffalo copy and paste this message from one platform to the next, until all the trains are chewed. How is anything moral but silence? How is anything worth saying but for silence?
Buffalo demand the right to speak. This is their neat trick: speak buffalo want. Buffalo words have been drained of drained of drained of drained of meaning meaning meaning meaning meaning meaning meaning meaning and so realization or actualization, or the rights of the down-trodden, is the—well, nothing—and nothing can be said no matter the words buffalo use because buffalo use too many buffalo words like buffalo. The sounds get worn out.
Pictures too, of buffalo and other buffalo, east coast and west coast varieties but most importantly all points between, because buffalo roam, this much we know. This much language (and image connectivity) (and shared vision and thought) (and self-actualization) (and soul preparedness) (and dissection and dissemination) (and let me share my truth) and this much truth and these many lessons over and over, lessons lesson until this much is too much this much. We know everything and cannot talk about the unknown but we know we know everything and we talk about what we talk about, the known and the unknown, so we talk about the unknown but we don’t know the unknown but we know it’s unknown, my fellow buffalo.
My fellow buffalo: you may purchase for as little as ten dollars a day a mountain of knowledge, this much we know, and you may purchase for ten dollars a minute unknown knowledge, this much we unknow, and you may purchase the month of may, this much we know is known and this much we know is unknown until nothing but in our eyes (or ears) is as friendly as the friendliest friendly buffalo (my Count is vacationing in Buffalo in a storage facility in Buffalo a storage facility in Buffalo full of Buffalo buffalo) and my ears are my eyes are my ears are my eyes and my eyes and my ears fill and full up the eyes and ears, all full up to my eyes and ears all fooled up all filled up and full.
A sentence is a construction of shareable locations so we see with our eyes and hear with our ears (obviously, we know this, this is not the unknowable this but the knowable this, known knowledge not unknown and not even unknowable because knowledge is the requisite for itself, right?) knowledge of shareable locations, ie shareable knowledge constructed into sentences and sometimes sentence fragments then shared in deed and in manner from one platform hence and forth to another platform hence and forth whatever knowledge platform that is known to be, which is to be a platform (in Buffalo, for buffalo, or whatever, even for Buffalo buffalo but not only for Buffalo buffalo but for all buffalo and even maybe non-buffalo in Buffalo) shareable and shared via train or other edible transport (chew chew) in order to attain ascension to face hole ports: eyes and ears and even mouths, did we mention, this much we know.
I don’t want to be a buffalo about it, but it’s safe to say we buffalo buffalo with talk of Buffalo buffalo, we know we constantly buffalo Buffalo buffalo, we Buffalo buffalo, but we do it anyway, even though, this much we know, it begins to degrade the eyes and ears, this much we know, until our friendly buffalo, through usage of snail mail and electronic mail, whether buffalo are male or female or all points between or beyond, we know that if we continue to use male buffalo mail, this is particularly a problem but let’s not get distracted from the point at our hands and feet and mouths and ears and eyes. We know we can’t do that, nonetheless, we’ve trashed the city into the garbage with our constant buffalo graffiti, graffiti in Buffalo, Buffalo buffalo graffiti in Buffalo, well you know what I’m saying.
Do I take part in the game of one-ups-buffaloship? Do I remain silent? This much I don’t know: I don’t want to play the game but I play the game until every single word in every single language loses all meaning; this much we know: this is a collective buffalo roaming charge, copy and paste this problem from one platform to the next platform from one another platforms to the other platforms to another’s platforms and the train chews it up and carries it away into our mouths and minds and ears and eyes and knowledge containment facilities, storage is another way to say that, you know.
There can be no buffalo morals without buffalo silence but there can be no buffalo morals in buffalo silence, this much we know; there can be no more knowledge in Buffalo or anywhere, because we buffalo knowledge from buffalo even Buffalo buffalo and even the knowledge of Buffalo buffalo, and even Buffalo buffalo buffalo Buffalo buffalo, this much we know, we see it and hear it everyday, from platform to platform, moral or immoral, silence or not silence, because it would be immoral to disallow the buffalo, no matter what kind, to speak, and yet, to allow the endless buffalo chatter is to degrade the meaning of the buffalo words and so to take part in an immorality, this much is not entirely known and is quite uncertain, this much we know, but male buffalo are particularly guilty, they buffalo other buffalo even Buffalo buffalo, even when they are Buffalo buffalo, they even do it through the mail, electronic or snail, this much we know, and the male Buffalo buffalo buffalo Buffalo buffalo via mail and other forms of dissemination and degradation but I don’t know, it’s ultimately all buffalo, regardless of platform or cityscape, and this is the tragedy of it all, I guess, I don’t know, really, I don’t know anything.
Our words are chewed up by buffalo and sent into no silence through the eyes and ears of buffalo, this much we know. The trains carry our buffalo sentences, constructed carefully or not so carefully, you know that to be true, and it doesn’t matter, because all sentences are worth speaking even when they buffalo the buffalo, because most buffalo these days are buffalo that buffalo other buffalo, this much we know. An edible transport, certainly, gets all chewed up and chewed out because not silence maybe immoral but immoral also a forced silence but immoral still the chewing of non-silence into silence and the buffalo (or I) wonder: does non-silence become silent when the construction of non-silence is sapped of the silence of thought, buffalo-based primarily, when words and sentences are so chewed, delivered through the delivery system platform to eyes and ears and mouths via train, from platform to platform, from train to train, from city to city, from buffalo to buffalo (in Buffalo and outside of Buffalo), are these words and sentencing chewing from eye and ear to eye and ear of buffalo from buffalo (often buffalo that buffalo buffalo and are doing so through words and sentences about buffalo and about other buffalo and about even Buffalo but rarely) degrading into silence but not a moral silence but a meaninglessness because sound is not without meaning, I don’t know.
This is the trick: buffalo need to speak. And so, the buffalo in control speak and speak and speak and speak and speak and tell the buffalo perhaps not in control to speak and speak and speak and speak and speak because to not speak is to not be a buffalo. Our truth is important, fellow buffalo, this much we know, but what if that truth is silent, this we can’t know (as it is unknowledgeable). What I’m saying is this: we chew on words until they don’t mean anything and then when we need them to say something and to mean something we say them and we share them eye to eye ear to ear via platforms and trains (chew chew) but they are all chewed and meaningless, this I can’t say for sure but I think I know. What I think I mean is: it doesn’t matter if the down-trodden buffalo speak, because by the time the words get to them, or by the time the buffalo words roam to the eyes and ears of other buffalo, those buffalo words have lost all meaning, and too busy buffalo wording all the buffalo chewed words, the other buffalo words fall on silent ears (ears that can’t hear) and silent eyes (I can’t see sound or words or language or sentence construction), and the words have lost they’re lost the meaning is lost the meaning gone lost the meaning is lost I think I know we know this much meaning is lost the buffalo roam until they are silent. We charge money, from coast to coast and all betweens between, this much we buffalo know, we charge for pictures and sounds, transported from hole to hole, eye hole ear hole et cetera hole meaningless or unable to take meaning, or knowledge, in other words, and in other words, words, and constructed sentences, like: Buffalo buffalo Buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo Buffalo buffalo.