The aesthetics of Malcolm Budd's intersubjectivity of validity in aesthetic judgements:
Malcolm Budd writes in a way that makes me experience a clusterfuck of dickery
at every dense and overly complicated sentence that pollutes the page
taking something that could be explained with light agility
and turning it into a swamp of dickish tricks.
I do not enjoy actively engaging in Budd.
I am a pretty apt perceiver of writing. At this point in my life...I'd hope I would be.
I am a pretty apt perceiver of dick. Again...
So I infer, that Malcolm Budd is compensating for his Junior Budd.
The low order properties of his writing amount to the higher order properties of his sexual aesthetic experience
Well these low order properties are so damn dickish that I imagine that Budd's dick is small.
Because you'd have to be if you write so dickishly; it manifests from the lack of physical dick.
Malcolm Budd then, would not be a valuable aesthetic experience.
It would not be worthwhile to experience Malcom Budd sexually.
Really Budd. Really?
You couldn't have made it more unpleasant
unless I had to experience you..."aesthetically"