Messy and Fast

What the conscious mind eliminates or accepts the unconscious mind accepts. Denial of an image, person, rolling tank, dead sibling, dead pet; the unconscious mind rolls them about in acceptance. This interests him. He finds the unconscious mind boring as a subject, too often endured in his education, but intriguing for the novelist. His excitement for the novelist, to reorganize around such a principle, of other principles, rules unavoidable to the human, such firm answers. The crooked eyes of the conscious mind look straight ahead in the unconscious mind and through application of the unconscious mind to the novel the work can become tattered with "plasticity in its form" (shields via row BR) and etiquette. Why be reasonable with the novel if the unconscious mind, half or more of experience, is unreasonable? What does it matter how my heart aches if my heart breaks for the unconscious? Should this nightmare birth an innocent text, or a full text of ignorance and acceptance of ignorance. Delighted with the nightmare he felt uneasy that the text in his hand did something to him to keep him from moving to keep him from breathing. The novel's form adheres to the truthiness required of difficult and simple, or easy, existence. Crazy for feeling so lonely, the novel announces its subjects as the more important and struggling pieces of a struggling design, but sane for being so new. The plasticine working novel must be such an absolute pleasure, or could it be the torture of a dying man? So much life to live for a young novelist, so little for the dying, but so much to say for him and often such a cursory dealing with things adroit or unconscious. The old teach the new to be a little more insistent and autocratic, but calm and patient. Crazy for feeling so new. If only the conscious mind loved truth half as much as the unconscious mind loved the conscious mind; such fanciful dealings with reality in the conscious log and denial of affairs; and a numbing partial dream the conscious mind allows of the unconscious mind, such an indignant, the conscious flow of fiery denial.