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The Game of Thrones Season 5 premiere is this Sunday, April 12th, and that means you need to scramble to find a way to watch a live HBO stream online. But among the sea of illegal ways you’ll find to watch Game of Thrones online, you’ll get spyware, viruses and very low quality streams. And, there is the fact that it IS illegal. However, there are a couple of legal ways to watch an HBO stream online on your TV, PC, Tablet or smartphone that were announced earlier this year and will be available by Sunday’s Game of Thrones premiere.
The easiest way to watch Sunday night’s Game of Thrones Season 5 Premiere via live stream is on this year’s newly announced ScreenVariety which just added the Live HBO channel to its lineup of add-on channels. For $15/month, users can add HBO to their ScreenVariety package so that they’ll be able to watch Game of Thrones Season 5. ScreenVariety works on virtually any streaming device you own, including Roku players, Xbox One, your smartphones and tablets. The best part about ScreenVariety is that you don’t need a contract to use it, and can cancel the HBO package after the Season 5 finale if you’d like to. But, the big negative of ScreenVariety is that only one device can stream at one time, and you can’t access ScreenVariety through your PS3 or any other device not listed. There is a seven day free trial available for ScreenVariety, although you can’t add packages to the core package with the trial.
So if you’re a fellow cordcutter like myself, here are a few 100% legal ways to watch Game of Thrones via a live HBO stream online:
w w w . g a m e o f t h r o n e s . s c r e e n v a r i e t y . c o m
It's been a long, cold winter as we've waited for the real winter to come...Game of Thrones' winter, that is! It's been one full year since we've journeyed to the land of Westeros for new episodes of HBO'***** fantasy drama and now, our wait is finally over, as season five premieres this Sunday.
This is the season we've all been waiting for, book enthusiasts and non-book readers alike, as the show has caught up to where George R. R. Martin's novels have stopped, and it's become a fact that this season is going to feature stories that haven't been in the books...yet. No one truly knows what's going to happen (besides Martin and the showrunners, of course), so for the first time since this show premiered, we're all in this together!
The mastermind behind all of Game of Thrones, Martin, promises that there are going to be some major surprises for book readers...including the fates of some characters who everyone thinks are safe.
"Yes, there will be [surprises]," Martin tells E! News. "[Executive producers] David [Benioff] and Dan [D. B. Weiss] are bloodier than I am so no one is safe here. Even characters who are still alive in the books will die in the series. What can you do? Hold on to your seats and hope it's not your favorite character who winds up beheaded or disemboweled or poisoned."
1. Join w w w . g a m e o f t h r o n e s . s c r e e n v a r i e t y . c o m
2. Game of Thrones + Access to Channels from around the World
3. Access to All Game of Thrones episodes, best sport and TV channels !
4. Watch on PC, tablet or mobile
5. No install, watch directly online
6. Great Replays section
The Game of Thrones Season 5 premiere is this Sunday, April 12th, and that means you need to scramble to find a way to watch a live HBO stream online. But among the sea of illegal ways you’ll find to watch Game of Thrones online, you’ll get spyware, viruses and very low quality streams. And, there is the fact that it IS illegal. However, there are a couple of legal ways to watch an HBO stream online on your TV, PC, Tablet or smartphone that were announced earlier this year and will be available by Sunday’s Game of Thrones premiere.
The easiest way to watch Sunday night’s Game of Thrones Season 5 Premiere via live stream is on this year’s newly announced ScreenVariety which just added the Live HBO channel to its lineup of add-on channels. For $15/month, users can add HBO to their ScreenVariety package so that they’ll be able to watch Game of Thrones Season 5. ScreenVariety works on virtually any streaming device you own, including Roku players, Xbox One, your smartphones and tablets. The best part about ScreenVariety is that you don’t need a contract to use it, and can cancel the HBO package after the Season 5 finale if you’d like to. But, the big negative of ScreenVariety is that only one device can stream at one time, and you can’t access ScreenVariety through your PS3 or any other device not listed. There is a seven day free trial available for ScreenVariety, although you can’t add packages to the core package with the trial.
So if you’re a fellow cordcutter like myself, here are a few 100% legal ways to watch Game of Thrones via a live HBO stream online:
w w w . g a m e o f t h r o n e s . s c r e e n v a r i e t y . c o m
It's been a long, cold winter as we've waited for the real winter to come...Game of Thrones' winter, that is! It's been one full year since we've journeyed to the land of Westeros for new episodes of HBO'***** fantasy drama and now, our wait is finally over, as season five premieres this Sunday.
This is the season we've all been waiting for, book enthusiasts and non-book readers alike, as the show has caught up to where George R. R. Martin's novels have stopped, and it's become a fact that this season is going to feature stories that haven't been in the books...yet. No one truly knows what's going to happen (besides Martin and the showrunners, of course), so for the first time since this show premiered, we're all in this together!
The mastermind behind all of Game of Thrones, Martin, promises that there are going to be some major surprises for book readers...including the fates of some characters who everyone thinks are safe.
"Yes, there will be [surprises]," Martin tells E! News. "[Executive producers] David [Benioff] and Dan [D. B. Weiss] are bloodier than I am so no one is safe here. Even characters who are still alive in the books will die in the series. What can you do? Hold on to your seats and hope it's not your favorite character who winds up beheaded or disemboweled or poisoned."
Mateuš Conrad
Sep 2018
. you're using all the right words: for all the wrong reasons... and let's face it: if women own the monopoly on reproductive avenues... then men hold the ego-key, to slot their presence, through a door, that curbs or gives allowances, to what is thought... *** was nether a transluçent enterprise... oh look... the Roma sigma pops up... dire straits: de profundis - money for nothing riff - boogie boogie... milkshakes from the 1950s 'n' all... you know what my biggest pet peeve is? the englih language imitating ancient Latin, i.e. not applying diacritical "punctuation" markers to close in on syllables and make the language atomic (i.e. H is hydrogen, He is helium)... **** me... the same Brits who lived in the 19th century, are not the same Brits living in the 21st century... no wonder the fertility rate is s ****** low.... try ******* an english bride... no thank you; i'd rather **** a female gorilla.
the milkman passes my house
at, circa, 3am...
see the van skid around the bend
up the hill...
i listen to music at volumes
equivalent to my father working
the construction site -
i'll be deaf by the time i'm 50...
and guess what:
for the music i'm listening
to? it'll be worth it...
dittoing out:
have the criticism of post-modernists
ever suffer?
doubt: doubt, is the modern
relief from existentialist
negation...
why is doubt being attacked?
doubt is half than that outright
******* of denial
proposed by French existentialists...
doubt is good in that it's
tornado of emotions,
you want to imitate Christ on
Golgotha?
you doubt, and achieve the pinnacle
of the passion...
you start negating?
you're, nowhere...
on your own...
came the noun-phobia of philosophers -
the tinkers and tailors
of a.. what seems to be:
a noun-phobia
guaranteed with fog...
and thing..
the term
"thing" presupposes
the supposition of tree...
which subsequently serves
the proposition: let's hide in it!
philosophy and its infamous
noun-phobia -
thing...
and it's nihil...
its nothing...
a ******* cul de sac -
epigram -
of quasi morse encoding -
braille to boot -
September is coming -
van Morrison (moondance) -
hiding autumnal chill -
pan-Europeanism:
proto-"africa": either in Hindustan -
or Siberia;
suppose a moon, suppose a shadow by
candlelight, some edgy urban solo -
as a bricklayer i could raise kids
and crux on a woman -
chicken / doctoral itching with
a blunt nail are called scratchings -
hand-writing:
less digits in the digital
formatting - and more
calligraphy...
the rotten handwriting
of general practitioners...
Hippocrates might have made an oath...
but in terms of a handwritten cipher?
no clue...
the canvas of a monkey
onomatopoeia within the confines
of a custard of a lexicon...
a mouth thus opens -
a month begins -
instead of a tongue ejected from
the ivory temple -
a sludge crescendo of a quasi
cascade of sludge gluing the
whole theater into
a replica of a Russian drinking game...
.... ⠞⠓
... ⠑⠁⠑
... ⠞⠑
............ ⠞
... ⠥ ⠎
: : : - ⠎
........ : .... ⠕?
100 wolves of the continent...
for, but 1, fox,
of the English isles...
i'll settle for that ratio...
and then i'll bite to ensure
a signature!
howl all you want...
but have you ever found seagulls
annoying up the river?
more annoying than magpies
or crows?
the wolves can howl
all they want..
ever endear the ear
to hear a fox "laughing"?
no?
might as well listen to me.
i cradle that sound,
above the chariots
of a human newborn...
i grieve!
i am... sombre gsture...
a past, a passing,
a future, a wicker man within:
torch...
banquette of souls!
let's interlude -
touko "tom" laaksonen -
how can people "do" sober
when entertaining such
extravagances....
is it empathy, or sympathy?
in the name of the either,
with either being the sum
of what wll never be a sum
allowance,....
to gain from...
why not
****-ease up the ****
for a zeppelin-esque
bomb drop -
(minor the Nagasaki) -
and hand-piked ****
with the cusp of your hand -
throne of thrones -
flagship?
"king of kings":
like ****...
the holy trinity of
the no. 1, as the no. 2,
and subsequently the no. 3:
**** (father),
take a **** (son)...
******* (the holy ghosts)...
king of kings,
never sat on the throne
of thrones...
i always hated "artists"...
painters -
plagiarists -
cheque sketchers...
plagiarists...
******* indentation
from holding a pen to add to having
exposure to a grammatical examination...
quality cinema:
panorama take on a versus of
heavy editing...
and there was a time
frame to encompass dialogue...
somehow it fits:
the verbal myopic -
the entire pre-
& post- canvas of a blinking eye...
always the question of the
pre-industrialißed sketch;
words predating metaphor
akin to -
words versus metaphor
in genesis -
format? anecdotal.
in writing:
by one hand alone,
made into two...
my, my...
what a ****** self-portrait
"assumption"...
a self-portrait...
a wish for color,
with nothing to show,
but the relief of encompassed bones;
that become a disembodied
skeleton - minus a purpose
of tendon attachments...
∟ "contra" Δ -
equilateral my ***...
a few days spent within the confines
of a Promethean *****,
there be, elemental insomnia
of an electric bespoke...
if Prometheus stole fire,
who, in in all for ****'s sake
stole the saber of Zeus,
the thunderbolt -
electricity, who?
who craved the insomnia?!
this Frankenstein-esque
insomnia-zombification -
white as is white:
with all the dermatological
copper take on broken shins...
should ivory coco -
come between piglet *** copper
auburn in terms of autumn...
******...
*******!
take your ****** *** elsewhere,
and then... start spelling
it with a missing G...
when citing Niger...
you do the double dip of the NBA...
you count the second dip...
why do i love Batman as the best
superhero?
not of his superhero powers,
he has none...
his enemies are
the only interesting
counter-factoids of
having implemented an existence
for.
there is no exacting of
a superhero,..
but there is enough
to mind an antithesis...
tylko wieśniak
by wydział film w tym,
bo sie nie rusze -
cegła, kamień -
pień - mur -
i by mówił - w tym
co zamarzło -
to co ostygłe -
w co z tym samym -
meine filmisch -
i skakaniem świec -
od i na nagim cieniem -
pytać nad pyche -
tanz! tanz!
moje iskry słów...
sto! i lat,
o wielbłąd churem o
grzbiet da, i da,
iskra; alfabetu!
bogiem impromptu
o czym warty: -gień.
- suppose a moon, suppose a shadow,
by candlelight - within the confines of
mercury - that quickened silver -
some edgy urban solo -
as a bricklayer or a cobbler -
shoes that deviate from ushering
an echo -
i could raise children and keep
a woman: only if she decided
upon not allowing me
a leash -
what a saddening affair
of minds and freedom...
chicken doctoral -
i don't know: vanity of the impossible
mortal gain...
the monkey onomatopoeia
within the confines of a custard
of lexicon....
that Victorian image proof
source of envisioned Braille in
the confines of a primate...
handwriting:
itches, scratches, chicken esque
clucking... which is what
handwriting looks like these days,
what, with the coding...
semi plumber,
half the electrician...
and certainly null when it comes
to calligraphic invigoration...
- homosexuality was always a contingency
escapade to release suppressed yearnings -
a sudden but a non-fulfillment questioning
celibacy...
you can enforce curbing homosexuality,
but then there are two outlets...
the perversity: or the question...
of Ayn and Sophia...
greeks ****** the hebrews in the hole
without an outlet - zee heed: with a missing A...
Ayn - Aleph -
twin Adam -
perhaps a Siamese abomination...
mind you... the forbidden fruit?
sounds more like... the forbidden flesh...
thee burdensome walking
the already burdened earth: as the fruit,
somewhere between the flesh of man's last predator,
contained, on land, and his hidden desire
for revenge and introspection,
a denial of commonality and shared purpose -
thou shall not consume
that which also hunts you -
little or no concern with equal
measure of forbidding, that which you pet...
the forbidden "fruit",
in between the flesh of a sabertooth tiger,
and Cain's fruit of famine and incompetence:
cannibalism...
and why would you think about
drinking a ms. amber with pepsi...
pepsi! to coca -
and not slide in a slice of lemon
while you're at it?
terrible mistake...
well... one way to get y'er vit amins...
and why is it that all the best
movies these days are about homosexuals?
the dutch girl for starters...
me, drinking, watching t.v.?
either **** good drama,
a western,
or a movie about a *******
homosexual...
did i mention that i think that
homosexuality is an auxiliary escapade plan?
natural, of course,
but i'd hate to have to life
a doubled up life -
then again...
perhaps i would...
me? i have a new girlfriend -
Sophia - and her ****: Philip -
so am i expected to make demands
for the child they might end up
called Ayn, or Aleph?
- the Wahhabi hypocrisy
concerning music, or rather, censoring it...
but... but i thought the adhan:
the call to prayer: was sung,
rather than abiding by the catholic
credo murmur?
no?
my bad... you know better...
i'll send you a postcard from
the Galapagos Islands,
if i find the time, to find:
that 4th dimensional concept doing
the trigonometric shoom! elsewhere -
on a tangen "bias": **** knows where -
like a comet - missing a tail -
shoom! gone.
shrapnel:
not enough thrills for a hard-on...
... images... drawings...
apparently fine art is not enough
stimulation to ******* to for these Arabs...
****? ..... in general?
cartoons.... cartoons of women....
... because?
well... apparently the niqab...
extends beyond the realm of...
readily available attire...
women on the street?
pornographic "actresses"?
you see the cartoon?
it's all ******* ******...
oh don't get me wrong...
amy adams?
buff as an exploding Hindenburg...
the pale ginger - milchskin...
- unrelated:
how about i sneak a skunk into
a coco chanel perfumery -
while advocating that people will still
call it a: scent just shy of roses and strawberries.
- people have heard of incels -
but have they heard of Vcels?
huh?!
yeah, yeah... voluntary celibacy -
i know what a ****** sounds and looks like -
and, to be honest?
there's hardly any rhetorical ***
involved -
a bit like jerking off...
monkish chants -
Byzantine -
the fear of man,
when his own inability flourishes:
in a woman...
these acts have become well trodden...
so well trodden that i'm
authentically surprised that anyone
would still goosestep them into
their mundane plagiarism's existence...
replica invigoration:
turns out...
zeit ist nicht gerade, aber
kreisförmig...
touko "tom" laaksonen...
i.e. tom of finland...
question: you think a macron over
one of those As
would do the trick in terms
of spelling correction?
touko "tom" laaksonen...
you seriously can only watch European cinema
while drinking...
again... invigorating the english language:
one baby step at a time -
a simple grapheme -
the vater's S Z interchangeability -
synchronised contra synchronized -
settled -
synchronißed -
sometimes the slithering S
of a snake -
otherwise the rigid totem with
a torso of a zebra...
hardly a major investment -
but when i see English having moved
from the Elizabethan Shaky Steward of
thou etc. -
imitating ancient Latin -
coordinating the Greenwich study of
dyslexia...
Joyce...
no diacritical application?
hell...
might as well release a bull
into a China shop...
or a rottweiler into chicken shack...
still... why is there an orthographic aesthetic
in practice, hovering over I and J,
when there's no difference, as suggested
in CAPiTAL letterIng?
ah... i see...
the english "think" they can bypass the para-
frontier, and the orthographic frontier
and race down to the metaphysics...
first?
you explain why it's i and not ι,
and why it's j and not ȷ.
the milkman passes my house
at, circa, 3am...
see the van skid around the bend
up the hill...
i listen to music at volumes
equivalent to my father working
the construction site -
i'll be deaf by the time i'm 50...
and guess what:
for the music i'm listening
to? it'll be worth it...
dittoing out:
have the criticism of post-modernists
ever suffer?
doubt: doubt, is the modern
relief from existentialist
negation...
why is doubt being attacked?
doubt is half than that outright
******* of denial
proposed by French existentialists...
doubt is good in that it's
tornado of emotions,
you want to imitate Christ on
Golgotha?
you doubt, and achieve the pinnacle
of the passion...
you start negating?
you're, nowhere...
on your own...
came the noun-phobia of philosophers -
the tinkers and tailors
of a.. what seems to be:
a noun-phobia
guaranteed with fog...
and thing..
the term
"thing" presupposes
the supposition of tree...
which subsequently serves
the proposition: let's hide in it!
philosophy and its infamous
noun-phobia -
thing...
and it's nihil...
its nothing...
a ******* cul de sac -
epigram -
of quasi morse encoding -
braille to boot -
September is coming -
van Morrison (moondance) -
hiding autumnal chill -
pan-Europeanism:
proto-"africa": either in Hindustan -
or Siberia;
suppose a moon, suppose a shadow by
candlelight, some edgy urban solo -
as a bricklayer i could raise kids
and crux on a woman -
chicken / doctoral itching with
a blunt nail are called scratchings -
hand-writing:
less digits in the digital
formatting - and more
calligraphy...
the rotten handwriting
of general practitioners...
Hippocrates might have made an oath...
but in terms of a handwritten cipher?
no clue...
the canvas of a monkey
onomatopoeia within the confines
of a custard of a lexicon...
a mouth thus opens -
a month begins -
instead of a tongue ejected from
the ivory temple -
a sludge crescendo of a quasi
cascade of sludge gluing the
whole theater into
a replica of a Russian drinking game...
.... ⠞⠓
... ⠑⠁⠑
... ⠞⠑
............ ⠞
... ⠥ ⠎
: : : - ⠎
........ : .... ⠕?
100 wolves of the continent...
for, but 1, fox,
of the English isles...
i'll settle for that ratio...
and then i'll bite to ensure
a signature!
howl all you want...
but have you ever found seagulls
annoying up the river?
more annoying than magpies
or crows?
the wolves can howl
all they want..
ever endear the ear
to hear a fox "laughing"?
no?
might as well listen to me.
i cradle that sound,
above the chariots
of a human newborn...
i grieve!
i am... sombre gsture...
a past, a passing,
a future, a wicker man within:
torch...
banquette of souls!
let's interlude -
touko "tom" laaksonen -
how can people "do" sober
when entertaining such
extravagances....
is it empathy, or sympathy?
in the name of the either,
with either being the sum
of what wll never be a sum
allowance,....
to gain from...
why not
****-ease up the ****
for a zeppelin-esque
bomb drop -
(minor the Nagasaki) -
and hand-piked ****
with the cusp of your hand -
throne of thrones -
flagship?
"king of kings":
like ****...
the holy trinity of
the no. 1, as the no. 2,
and subsequently the no. 3:
**** (father),
take a **** (son)...
******* (the holy ghosts)...
king of kings,
never sat on the throne
of thrones...
i always hated "artists"...
painters -
plagiarists -
cheque sketchers...
plagiarists...
******* indentation
from holding a pen to add to having
exposure to a grammatical examination...
quality cinema:
panorama take on a versus of
heavy editing...
and there was a time
frame to encompass dialogue...
somehow it fits:
the verbal myopic -
the entire pre-
& post- canvas of a blinking eye...
always the question of the
pre-industrialißed sketch;
words predating metaphor
akin to -
words versus metaphor
in genesis -
format? anecdotal.
in writing:
by one hand alone,
made into two...
my, my...
what a ****** self-portrait
"assumption"...
a self-portrait...
a wish for color,
with nothing to show,
but the relief of encompassed bones;
that become a disembodied
skeleton - minus a purpose
of tendon attachments...
∟ "contra" Δ -
equilateral my ***...
a few days spent within the confines
of a Promethean *****,
there be, elemental insomnia
of an electric bespoke...
if Prometheus stole fire,
who, in in all for ****'s sake
stole the saber of Zeus,
the thunderbolt -
electricity, who?
who craved the insomnia?!
this Frankenstein-esque
insomnia-zombification -
white as is white:
with all the dermatological
copper take on broken shins...
should ivory coco -
come between piglet *** copper
auburn in terms of autumn...
******...
*******!
take your ****** *** elsewhere,
and then... start spelling
it with a missing G...
when citing Niger...
you do the double dip of the NBA...
you count the second dip...
why do i love Batman as the best
superhero?
not of his superhero powers,
he has none...
his enemies are
the only interesting
counter-factoids of
having implemented an existence
for.
there is no exacting of
a superhero,..
but there is enough
to mind an antithesis...
tylko wieśniak
by wydział film w tym,
bo sie nie rusze -
cegła, kamień -
pień - mur -
i by mówił - w tym
co zamarzło -
to co ostygłe -
w co z tym samym -
meine filmisch -
i skakaniem świec -
od i na nagim cieniem -
pytać nad pyche -
tanz! tanz!
moje iskry słów...
sto! i lat,
o wielbłąd churem o
grzbiet da, i da,
iskra; alfabetu!
bogiem impromptu
o czym warty: -gień.
- suppose a moon, suppose a shadow,
by candlelight - within the confines of
mercury - that quickened silver -
some edgy urban solo -
as a bricklayer or a cobbler -
shoes that deviate from ushering
an echo -
i could raise children and keep
a woman: only if she decided
upon not allowing me
a leash -
what a saddening affair
of minds and freedom...
chicken doctoral -
i don't know: vanity of the impossible
mortal gain...
the monkey onomatopoeia
within the confines of a custard
of lexicon....
that Victorian image proof
source of envisioned Braille in
the confines of a primate...
handwriting:
itches, scratches, chicken esque
clucking... which is what
handwriting looks like these days,
what, with the coding...
semi plumber,
half the electrician...
and certainly null when it comes
to calligraphic invigoration...
- homosexuality was always a contingency
escapade to release suppressed yearnings -
a sudden but a non-fulfillment questioning
celibacy...
you can enforce curbing homosexuality,
but then there are two outlets...
the perversity: or the question...
of Ayn and Sophia...
greeks ****** the hebrews in the hole
without an outlet - zee heed: with a missing A...
Ayn - Aleph -
twin Adam -
perhaps a Siamese abomination...
mind you... the forbidden fruit?
sounds more like... the forbidden flesh...
thee burdensome walking
the already burdened earth: as the fruit,
somewhere between the flesh of man's last predator,
contained, on land, and his hidden desire
for revenge and introspection,
a denial of commonality and shared purpose -
thou shall not consume
that which also hunts you -
little or no concern with equal
measure of forbidding, that which you pet...
the forbidden "fruit",
in between the flesh of a sabertooth tiger,
and Cain's fruit of famine and incompetence:
cannibalism...
and why would you think about
drinking a ms. amber with pepsi...
pepsi! to coca -
and not slide in a slice of lemon
while you're at it?
terrible mistake...
well... one way to get y'er vit amins...
and why is it that all the best
movies these days are about homosexuals?
the dutch girl for starters...
me, drinking, watching t.v.?
either **** good drama,
a western,
or a movie about a *******
homosexual...
did i mention that i think that
homosexuality is an auxiliary escapade plan?
natural, of course,
but i'd hate to have to life
a doubled up life -
then again...
perhaps i would...
me? i have a new girlfriend -
Sophia - and her ****: Philip -
so am i expected to make demands
for the child they might end up
called Ayn, or Aleph?
- the Wahhabi hypocrisy
concerning music, or rather, censoring it...
but... but i thought the adhan:
the call to prayer: was sung,
rather than abiding by the catholic
credo murmur?
no?
my bad... you know better...
i'll send you a postcard from
the Galapagos Islands,
if i find the time, to find:
that 4th dimensional concept doing
the trigonometric shoom! elsewhere -
on a tangen "bias": **** knows where -
like a comet - missing a tail -
shoom! gone.
shrapnel:
not enough thrills for a hard-on...
... images... drawings...
apparently fine art is not enough
stimulation to ******* to for these Arabs...
****? ..... in general?
cartoons.... cartoons of women....
... because?
well... apparently the niqab...
extends beyond the realm of...
readily available attire...
women on the street?
pornographic "actresses"?
you see the cartoon?
it's all ******* ******...
oh don't get me wrong...
amy adams?
buff as an exploding Hindenburg...
the pale ginger - milchskin...
- unrelated:
how about i sneak a skunk into
a coco chanel perfumery -
while advocating that people will still
call it a: scent just shy of roses and strawberries.
- people have heard of incels -
but have they heard of Vcels?
huh?!
yeah, yeah... voluntary celibacy -
i know what a ****** sounds and looks like -
and, to be honest?
there's hardly any rhetorical ***
involved -
a bit like jerking off...
monkish chants -
Byzantine -
the fear of man,
when his own inability flourishes:
in a woman...
these acts have become well trodden...
so well trodden that i'm
authentically surprised that anyone
would still goosestep them into
their mundane plagiarism's existence...
replica invigoration:
turns out...
zeit ist nicht gerade, aber
kreisförmig...
touko "tom" laaksonen...
i.e. tom of finland...
question: you think a macron over
one of those As
would do the trick in terms
of spelling correction?
touko "tom" laaksonen...
you seriously can only watch European cinema
while drinking...
again... invigorating the english language:
one baby step at a time -
a simple grapheme -
the vater's S Z interchangeability -
synchronised contra synchronized -
settled -
synchronißed -
sometimes the slithering S
of a snake -
otherwise the rigid totem with
a torso of a zebra...
hardly a major investment -
but when i see English having moved
from the Elizabethan Shaky Steward of
thou etc. -
imitating ancient Latin -
coordinating the Greenwich study of
dyslexia...
Joyce...
no diacritical application?
hell...
might as well release a bull
into a China shop...
or a rottweiler into chicken shack...
still... why is there an orthographic aesthetic
in practice, hovering over I and J,
when there's no difference, as suggested
in CAPiTAL letterIng?
ah... i see...
the english "think" they can bypass the para-
frontier, and the orthographic frontier
and race down to the metaphysics...
first?
you explain why it's i and not ι,
and why it's j and not ȷ.
Mateuš Conrad Jul 2018
cameo cinema: memory
Mateuš Conrad
Jul 2018
.wow, i never thought it would ever be possible,
i'm sorry, i have no empathy for these youtuber "creators",
any idiot can regurgitate the news,
venture into vulture journalism,
then again: gone are the days of closely associated
with people like Bob Woodward and Carl Bernstein...
they are really gone: what the hell was gamer-gate
compared to watergate? gate after gate,
and all i'm hearing is response videos,
it should have never come to this,
whereby journalists are as untrustworthy as politicians,
and of what remains, come the saturday and
the sunday editions, when the petty bourgeoisie
come out of the woodworks of a week,
album reviews, book reviews, t.v. reviews,
restaurant reviews: real, real journalism,
all the grit you'd expect from a warzone...
journalists forgot they were not kindred spirits
of politicians: but immediacy historians...
the front-line history chroniclers...
i find... these days, esp. these days...
you know why i like heidegger so much,
and forget the fact that he joined the **** party?
in 1938 he was already disillusioned by it...
so the ad homine fallacy bites the dust...
even a **** deservers a redemption...
but i find that these days, of all days...
man, as a historiological creature has to bow
before the unshakeable facets of the biological man,
esp. in the english speaking world...
in terms of history and biology:
history has all the fun stories,
and a sensible "concern" for time,
well... if not "concern" then at least a bearbable
time-frame...
after all, i am the one who said:
all the great deserts of the world,
akin to sahara? they were once great
mountain ranges... you already know where
to look between a mountain range akin to the alps
and a desert... bound to h'america...
monument valley: utah...
a mountain becomes a rock after a while...
while the desert expands...
ayers rock (uluru)... but monument valley (utah)
is a transition period between a mountain range
and a desert, if we're going to stand outside
of all space and time, and look back in...
we have plenty of time to catch-up on...
just like i believe that black holes
are actually 2-dimensional objects:
that spin really fast, giving an impression
of them being 3-dimensional objects:
as usually represented by a gravity dip associated
with them pulling matter into themselves...
i think that black holes are paradoxes...
since how can a 2-dimensional object
actually exist in a 3-dimensional space?
that depends on the size of the "3-dimensional"
object / space... the universe is a medium,
it's defined as a "space" but to me...
it's beyond space... it's only space on the grounds
of isolated time, 365 days,
the time and space it takes for the earth
to orbit the sun... which is an isolated example,
outside? well: there's atmosphere on earth,
outside? vacuum!
who's going to prove my theory wrong?
not anyone in my lifetime -
besides the point with these youtube content
"creators": where credit is due, credit is due,
but once might have cared for their vulture
journalism... two old farts akin to felix (black pigeon
speaks) and sargon of akaad talking about how:
the youth are congregating to youtube to listen
to music: that's what i've always done...
i discovered these youtube "creators" by accident,
i just wanted my jukebox back, man,
i wanted my algorithm back, my imprint back,
now that the devil's dozen scenario took hold
of the platform: 1 video playing, 12 back-ups...
and they're all the same, unrelated, *******...
talk all you want, please, just give back
my algorithm imprint, where i can discover new music...
again... i never thought i'd see another
compilation video, 173 videos bound to one...
and, mind you... after finding about 6 googlewhacks
(googlewhack? when you use the sort of
language that provides you with only one search
result on the behemoth platform of billions
of results, 1 is grand, but 6? it's becoming too
predictable)...
so here's what i found
(band - song):
wooly mammoth - mammoth bones / kyuss - space cadet,
rainbows are free - last supper / grand magus -
mountain of power,
zed - lies / om - cremation chant I & II,
smoke - hallucination / weird owl - white hidden fire,
orchid - son of misery / witch - seer,
unida - you wish / black mountain - old fangs,
b.r.m.c. - ain't no easy way /
jack daniels overdrive - ****** to death,
shrinebuilder - blind for all to see,
datura - mantra / the heavy eyes - voytek,
the machine - infinity / clutch - the regulator,
colour haze - mountain / maligno - son of tlalocan,
dozer - twilight sleep / gomer pyle - albino rattlesnake,
blockback - dead mans blues / greenleaf - witchcraft tonight,
cactus jumper - right way / borracho - bloodsucker,
alabama thunderpussy - motor ready,
earthless - sonic power,
my brother the wind - death and beyond,
zaphire oktalogue - carrion fly / siena root - reverberations,
unida - slaylina / pothead - toxic / sungrazer - mountain dusk,
rotor - costa verde / blizaro - it's in the lighthouse,
planet of zeus - woke up dead,
kongh - pushed beyond / ufomammut - smoke,
high on fire - to cross the bridge,
the secret - bell of urgency,
unida - wet pussycat / dozer - big sky theory,
cavity - chloride / brutus - swamp city blues,
the grand astoria - something wicked this way comes,
sasquatch - the judge / pharaoh overlord - skyline,
baby woodrose - love comes down / kamni - **** of satan,
lay with me - the flying eyes / cowboys & aliens -
out of control,
sons of otis - liquid jam / hainloose - recipe,
ridge - rancho relaxo / bongripper - ****** sutherland,
skraeckoedland - cactus / grails - satori,
lo-pan - chicken itza / five horse johnson - people's jam,
blind dog - don't ask me where i stand,
wiht - orderic vitalis / hisko detria - nothing happens,
liquid sound company - leage for spiritual discovery lives,
goatsnake - black cat bone / gandhi's gunn - rest of the sun,
the egocentrics - wave / propane propane - it's alright,
heliotropes - ribbons / mother mars - price you pay,
che - the knife / annimal machine - condenado,
earth - tallahassee / the whirlings - delirio,
orchid - heretic / maeth - horse funeral,
siena root - rasayana / graveyard - longing,
tia carrera - hell / hainloose - recipe,
burner - five pills (and a bottle of whiskey),
dala sun - guilty for ****** / vulgaari - lie,
slo burn - muezli / stonehelm - zombie apocalypse,
smallman - evolution / spiders - fraction,
shakhtyor - e. jaspers / earthmass - lunar dawn,
evoke the lords - dregs / colour haze - silent,
sutrah - el septimo viaje...
who are "these" people,
who: "supposedly" live for the future...
they always cite it,
as the one motivational
momentum of the present -
it's as if they've never seen
a bull itch the ground
with its front hoofs -
imitating building up momentum
before a charge...
or how a slingshot,
or how a bow works...
to these people,
the ******* sideways movement
of a bow against a violin...
sometimes...
you do not retreat into
the past, to hide, to amount
to nostalgia...
sometimes
the only reason for the reflexive
affirmation, confined to maxims
and aphorism, nay: even poems!
is to look back...
to reap what was once
sowed, rather than sow blindly,
and reap: what no one wants
to reap...
drunk? getting there...
it felt so relaxing paying off
a 100 / 250 part of a debt
i owe her...
while buying a russian
standard liter,
asking for a 100 cash-back
of the supermarket cashier,
- the limit is 50,
but if you buy something else,
i can give you another 50...
- oh... ok...
so me went to and took a bottle
of shveedish cider...
rekorderlig...
mind you? the swedish,
what they perfected fermenting
better than what the the irish claim
to fame is?
sorry... magners:
irish? stick to the guinness...
(it's actually the only cerveza
i'd go into an english pub to
drink from the tap... bottled? canned?
not the same)...
but with such swedish delights
such as the above mentioned,
ålska and K ö nigsberg
*œ?
no competition... the suede(s) just
do one thing grand...
cider...
- what was i talking about?
ah... the "dreaded" past...
the people who say:
but you can't live out a life,
holding onto a private past,
a memory...
so... these other ******* were
allowed to implant a false
past, unrelated to me,
teaching me whether it was
Newton, or Leibniz who first
invented the infinitesimal calculus
method?
i'm betting on Leibniz...
after all... he took the position
of a ******* librarian...
and he wasn't buried with pomp
& circumstance at Westminster Abbey...
sometimes...
one person can't have it all...
but if the education system
is a system that is indicative for
the erosion of memory, esp. private
matters... and juggernauts in
with these selective rubrics of science
and history...
fair enough the basic
implants: numerical arithmetic,
and lettering arithmetic -
and then... lessons in mental
entertainment... when applied
to menial labour...
memory is: supreme...
i can't give my memory up...
that's what: killer proteins
eating the fat tissue of the brain
like starvation in reverse
of a case of Alzheimer's?
memory is: cameo cinema -
however distorted it might be,
although i beg to differ on
whether time per se,
is not the better psychedelic
component
when coupled with memory -
esp. the cinematic aspect of memory...
there was never a "living" in
the past -
there was a point about memory
to sharpen the edges of
"dasein"... all speculation and
questions regarding consciousness,
as championed through
a chimpanzee's *** are somehow
pointless:
given there's a higher tier of
conceptualization -
working from dasein...
hierjetzt -
or in english? presence...
- because why would i treat
a personal memory,
like some inorganic entity of
a schooling system,
under Catholic measures,
that made it necessary to include
Pythagoras... but not Horace?
that's inorganic memory...
and unless i turn into some
inorganic entity -
the organic aspect of my psyche:
my past, my cameo cinema?
that's going to be a leech,
attached to me...
and i'm not going to give it up,
just like... when i walk about
my door, and enter the england
that i know on the peripheries...
i'll speak the lingua franca -
but with my privacy?
you'd better cut my tongue off
before i stop speaking
my western slavic heritage...
and it pains me...
when certain groups of immigrants...
don't know the POINT
where immigration becomes
insensible... self-lacerating...
i once hated their approach...
now i just pity them...
anyone ****** can juggle
two oranges rather than three...
p.s. old school cure for a cold?
forget the pills...
glass of warm milk,
an egg yolk,
and a good scratch of butter...
(on the rare occasion,
milk infused with garlic)
mixed together...
before bedtime...
if the ****** won't sweat out
the bacteria during the night...
well... stick to the synthetics...
i'm pretty sure i know why i drink...
certainly not to: PARTY PARTY PARTY...
i always aim for
the one safety net of "pharmacology"...
ssssssssleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep.
p.s. so much for children loving their
parents...
in vitro and the whole
m.g.m. debacle:
so, sweet little *******,
no *******, no chance for your
for a quickie satellite launch date from
Tehran, under all the weight of
monotheism turned secular...
christianity: the only "monotheism"
with overt tinged of polytheism,
lutheran, baptist, catholic, orthodox...
just today i opened my door twice...
once to a confused curry house delivery man:
did you order some food:
i too replied with a confused look
and the word: huh?! no.
then a black woman with a a white ol' granny
came by with a leaflet...
the jehovah's witnesses were on my trail...
lucky of my grandfather,
the profanity brigade of the hebrew name
i will not dare utter came by...
and if you have lived a good enough life:
memory? memory beats hollywood
technicolour and CGI...
at least in the cinema of memory i always
get to play the cameo (role)...
oh i get the youtube creators:
living with his parents... still. aged 33...
funny that i don't mind them,
since they're getting older they're settling
into their solispsism,
annoying as ****, but i stand them,
thank god the protruding caduceus veins
on my phallus protected me from
a circumcision...
i can ******* like a girl with a web-cam...
no scented candles:
the no. 1, 2 & 3 on the throne of thrones...
the toilet, simultaneously masaging my ****
and prostate...
men were not exactly supposed to derive
pleasure from ***: they were,
supposed to give pleasure,
and in giving pleasure to one outlet,
they were subscribed to finding out what
best pleases them: ergo?
women would always derive more of
the people from *** than men would ever...
*** is not a story of bragging about
a harem... the woman lies flat...
the man pumps her...
after all... she is the one burdened
to carry a child, why wouldn't she be
the one deriving more pleasure from *** than
a man could ever?
72 virgins! ha ha!
ah ha ha!
what's the ratio?
last time i checked... a 3 hole caravan...
of a woman's worth...
mouth, ******, ****... and man?
only two points of entry, well...
"entry"...
seems that the tomatoe,
really is a fruit, but is treated like a vegetable
nontheless!
homosexuality in the 1960s...
william burroughs in Tangiers...
when Islam was quiet radical...
well... i cook, i clean...
what are my other options of continuing
to write and living the ed gein "lifestyle",
i tried getting social housing in england,
but, i'm not a somali with two wives and a dozen
kids...
rent, in london?
extortion...
housing shortage...
well there's me hating my parents,
the outside world just needs to see
an ed gein imitation...
or there's me living off acorns
in the woods, or rummaging on the streets,
making the N25 bus from oxford st. to ilford
my own personal mobile hotel as a homeless
man in london...
i think it's time to succumb to your
parents prejudices, if only for the jokes,
no point in making ethical high judgements
to fit into a zeitgeist narrative surrounding
yourself with people: you'd never eat a meal with...
that's how i define the highest form of respect:
if i'll eat with you: implies that i respect you...
i drink alone...
a high school fwend once thought he could
bribe me with his company,
that i "had to" drink with him...
no... not really...
i much prefer drinking by myself...
these days you're not expected to honour your
mother and your father,
i.e. make them proud...
honour is a double-edged sword...
just don't be ashamed of having
a mother or a father...
not that hard: given western divorce rates...
i.v.f., frozen eggs... yadda yadda yadda...
lucky me in having went to university...
oh... really? so much cooler in a cosmopolitan
environment with your contemporary
flat-mates?
get the picture?
paying rent while literally living
in a diguised cardboard box?
i can't help the fact that poetry doesn't pay...
that there are economic factors beyond
my control in play...
maybe if i was the grandson of my parents,
born in england, and not elsewhere,
there would be some sort of + leverage...
for a bricks and mortar start-up...
plus... i hoard...
books and music...
mind you:
neither of my parents spoke english as their
mother tongue...
neither did i...
they didn't teach me this tongue:
i had to teach this language by myself:
for myself...
aged 8: thrown into the deep end
of the pool: now swim ******, swim!
i just feel sorry for the immigrant parents
who gave birth to their children into the *****
of the land they immigrated to...
two days ago i found a heartbreak,
a romanian couple, with a child...
the father was stubborn in teach his daughter
his / her native sprechen...
romanian... but she was already speaking
perfect antithesis of accent kindergarten english...
and almost non-responsive to her tongue
alligned to her biology...
clearly she was born in england,
but her parents were both romanian...
i've had that conundrum in my head
for a long time...
what if i married an english girl...
and i was unable to teach my offspring
my native language,
what if i had to silence my native tongue,
"forget" it, or only speak it by myself,
via reading a book in western slavic?
what if the woman i married:
wouldn't see the benefits of bilingualism,
outside of the mainstream economic
mantra of ensuring your children
learn either german or mandarin or arabic?
that worried me...
oh believe me, i enjoy my lapses
into english: since i am providing the groundwork...
but in the case of having offspring...
e.g. teaching them the western slavic tongue
so they could speak to their grandparents
(i.e. my parents)...
even my grandparents lament
the scenarios when a woman would marry
an austrian... and she wouldn't teach
her children her native tongue,
and when the grandchildren would visit their
grandparents... they'd be speaking
a crude variation of braille, morse,
sign-language: na migi...
i know that my mother is alive
in me even under this veil of english...
because she's more than the womb,
the genitals of my conception, the breast fed off...
she's also the Atlas of my vocabulary
of the "hiding" tongue beneath this one...
i already knew the "game" was rigged from
the get-go... i've seen how one hindu woman
suffered being married to a scouser...
she never managed to pass on her language
to her children,
she bought a library, thinking her children
would succumb to learning: however poor
they might end up being...
but she was suffocated by the english
tongue of her husband...
and her children didn't express even the most
vague of desires to learn their mutterzunge...
that's what worried me to begin with,
marrying an english woman i was afraid
of the ignorance that someone bilingualism
was en route toward a psychiatrist disorder
i was diagnosed with: schizophrenia...
this anglophonic ignorance still scares me...
like: everyone is expected to speak the revisionist
globalist lingua franca: this anglo lingua...
if i didn't meet a bilingual / polyglot woman,
i'd return to rearing idiotic children...
anglo lingua was only supposed to be a middle-ground,
a "no man's land"...
a language of trivial economic transfers...
a language primarily orientated around usage:
rather than an ethno-centric basis for "englishness"...
to **** with: god save the queen...
the british grenadiers' fife & drum...
old scot dragoons': auld lang syne...
those where my forever anthems...
see...
what gave birth to a jihadi john?
his mother "forgot", his father "forgot":
his "mother" forgot, his "father" forgot to speak
the "ancient" tongue...
there's a point to integration of the immigrant,
an immigrant is a forgetful creature,
an ever pleasing creature...
never to mind himself as an ex-pat...
you ****** forget your mutterzunge...
you'll be speaking in cockney accents
with broken affairs of arabic beheading people
for zombified reasons of grandeour!
*******...
you, you: you are to blame!
you were so ashamed of your parents that you
delved on honoring them to the point
of thinking giving pride unto them was very
much akin as keeping shame away from
their girdle of the wedlock of your own existence!
death has not made your a martyr...
i guess you deserve those 72 mishaps,
those 72 annoying voices...
and i pray to god that you receive your reward!
i hope that among the 72 you will never find
a chance a repose to find your: self!
integration is one thing,
pandering to the "elites": plebs who think they
are kings among the plebs,
is quiet another...
plebs who go places and think english
is a universal tongue: just because
uncle sam says so...
of those i respect:
y cymraeg: pwy dal eu tafod...
an gàidhlig: cò fhathast bruidhinn an cuid teanga...
i nawet moim: co ma mówić
to nawet tyle: co znaczy tak niewiele!
there are boundaries... learn the customs
of the natives, but ensure you retain the customs
you were born with...
a child, born in a foreign land,
ought to ensure his parents teach him
the words to speak to his grand overseers...
complete immersion,
this cultural abortion,
this cutting of the umbilical chord
from: i have never met a people so
content at having been subjugated outside
the indian sub-continent,
cricket... for ****'s sake...
as to demand other europeans
to treat them as superiors,
when sitting alongside an englishman...
****-bud-bud, the **** are you on about?!
once again: england has become the circus
for the grounding of what began
with engels and marx...
wasn't communism born from
engels and marx observing english society?
sure... first experimented en masse in
mongolia... but its origins?
so of course i had problems finding a suitable
mating partner... i was afraid that my nativ-zunge
would die a slow but solemn death...
that an english bridge would not consider
the worth of a bilingual child, or a polyglot,
or that she would repress the chance of my
"biological continuum nuance" to respond outside
of the anglo lingua refrain of: beside the english language?
there are quiet a few one might want to learn...
it's not easy being a first generation immigrant,
esp. if you moved aged 8, mute as a wolf
to a domesticated dog's barking...
but hey, no jihadi john in me...
jihadi john should have been raised
bilingual... i wouldn't be the one speaking broken
tourist arabic while beheading someone...
jihadi john spoke tourist arabic...
the dichotomy of the mind to the biological
reality, beside the current, western,
"biological relativism" debate...
clearly darwinism was "wrong"...
man is, these days, left with neither a biological
reality, nor a historical reality...
but there is a historical reality:
but it's so knit-&-picky...
come on... philip augustus of the capetian
dynasty?
casimir III...
jeremi wiśniowiecki...
konrad I of masovia...
kuno von lichtenstein...
alles ist gott: und gott ist alles -
gott mit, uns!
mit eine leben wert leben:
erinnerung ist die nur kino
wert sehen eine film beim;
hell... could be worse:
i might have translated some latin
of horace into pig-trough comfort food.
i'm sorry, i have no empathy for these youtuber "creators",
any idiot can regurgitate the news,
venture into vulture journalism,
then again: gone are the days of closely associated
with people like Bob Woodward and Carl Bernstein...
they are really gone: what the hell was gamer-gate
compared to watergate? gate after gate,
and all i'm hearing is response videos,
it should have never come to this,
whereby journalists are as untrustworthy as politicians,
and of what remains, come the saturday and
the sunday editions, when the petty bourgeoisie
come out of the woodworks of a week,
album reviews, book reviews, t.v. reviews,
restaurant reviews: real, real journalism,
all the grit you'd expect from a warzone...
journalists forgot they were not kindred spirits
of politicians: but immediacy historians...
the front-line history chroniclers...
i find... these days, esp. these days...
you know why i like heidegger so much,
and forget the fact that he joined the **** party?
in 1938 he was already disillusioned by it...
so the ad homine fallacy bites the dust...
even a **** deservers a redemption...
but i find that these days, of all days...
man, as a historiological creature has to bow
before the unshakeable facets of the biological man,
esp. in the english speaking world...
in terms of history and biology:
history has all the fun stories,
and a sensible "concern" for time,
well... if not "concern" then at least a bearbable
time-frame...
after all, i am the one who said:
all the great deserts of the world,
akin to sahara? they were once great
mountain ranges... you already know where
to look between a mountain range akin to the alps
and a desert... bound to h'america...
monument valley: utah...
a mountain becomes a rock after a while...
while the desert expands...
ayers rock (uluru)... but monument valley (utah)
is a transition period between a mountain range
and a desert, if we're going to stand outside
of all space and time, and look back in...
we have plenty of time to catch-up on...
just like i believe that black holes
are actually 2-dimensional objects:
that spin really fast, giving an impression
of them being 3-dimensional objects:
as usually represented by a gravity dip associated
with them pulling matter into themselves...
i think that black holes are paradoxes...
since how can a 2-dimensional object
actually exist in a 3-dimensional space?
that depends on the size of the "3-dimensional"
object / space... the universe is a medium,
it's defined as a "space" but to me...
it's beyond space... it's only space on the grounds
of isolated time, 365 days,
the time and space it takes for the earth
to orbit the sun... which is an isolated example,
outside? well: there's atmosphere on earth,
outside? vacuum!
who's going to prove my theory wrong?
not anyone in my lifetime -
besides the point with these youtube content
"creators": where credit is due, credit is due,
but once might have cared for their vulture
journalism... two old farts akin to felix (black pigeon
speaks) and sargon of akaad talking about how:
the youth are congregating to youtube to listen
to music: that's what i've always done...
i discovered these youtube "creators" by accident,
i just wanted my jukebox back, man,
i wanted my algorithm back, my imprint back,
now that the devil's dozen scenario took hold
of the platform: 1 video playing, 12 back-ups...
and they're all the same, unrelated, *******...
talk all you want, please, just give back
my algorithm imprint, where i can discover new music...
again... i never thought i'd see another
compilation video, 173 videos bound to one...
and, mind you... after finding about 6 googlewhacks
(googlewhack? when you use the sort of
language that provides you with only one search
result on the behemoth platform of billions
of results, 1 is grand, but 6? it's becoming too
predictable)...
so here's what i found
(band - song):
wooly mammoth - mammoth bones / kyuss - space cadet,
rainbows are free - last supper / grand magus -
mountain of power,
zed - lies / om - cremation chant I & II,
smoke - hallucination / weird owl - white hidden fire,
orchid - son of misery / witch - seer,
unida - you wish / black mountain - old fangs,
b.r.m.c. - ain't no easy way /
jack daniels overdrive - ****** to death,
shrinebuilder - blind for all to see,
datura - mantra / the heavy eyes - voytek,
the machine - infinity / clutch - the regulator,
colour haze - mountain / maligno - son of tlalocan,
dozer - twilight sleep / gomer pyle - albino rattlesnake,
blockback - dead mans blues / greenleaf - witchcraft tonight,
cactus jumper - right way / borracho - bloodsucker,
alabama thunderpussy - motor ready,
earthless - sonic power,
my brother the wind - death and beyond,
zaphire oktalogue - carrion fly / siena root - reverberations,
unida - slaylina / pothead - toxic / sungrazer - mountain dusk,
rotor - costa verde / blizaro - it's in the lighthouse,
planet of zeus - woke up dead,
kongh - pushed beyond / ufomammut - smoke,
high on fire - to cross the bridge,
the secret - bell of urgency,
unida - wet pussycat / dozer - big sky theory,
cavity - chloride / brutus - swamp city blues,
the grand astoria - something wicked this way comes,
sasquatch - the judge / pharaoh overlord - skyline,
baby woodrose - love comes down / kamni - **** of satan,
lay with me - the flying eyes / cowboys & aliens -
out of control,
sons of otis - liquid jam / hainloose - recipe,
ridge - rancho relaxo / bongripper - ****** sutherland,
skraeckoedland - cactus / grails - satori,
lo-pan - chicken itza / five horse johnson - people's jam,
blind dog - don't ask me where i stand,
wiht - orderic vitalis / hisko detria - nothing happens,
liquid sound company - leage for spiritual discovery lives,
goatsnake - black cat bone / gandhi's gunn - rest of the sun,
the egocentrics - wave / propane propane - it's alright,
heliotropes - ribbons / mother mars - price you pay,
che - the knife / annimal machine - condenado,
earth - tallahassee / the whirlings - delirio,
orchid - heretic / maeth - horse funeral,
siena root - rasayana / graveyard - longing,
tia carrera - hell / hainloose - recipe,
burner - five pills (and a bottle of whiskey),
dala sun - guilty for ****** / vulgaari - lie,
slo burn - muezli / stonehelm - zombie apocalypse,
smallman - evolution / spiders - fraction,
shakhtyor - e. jaspers / earthmass - lunar dawn,
evoke the lords - dregs / colour haze - silent,
sutrah - el septimo viaje...
who are "these" people,
who: "supposedly" live for the future...
they always cite it,
as the one motivational
momentum of the present -
it's as if they've never seen
a bull itch the ground
with its front hoofs -
imitating building up momentum
before a charge...
or how a slingshot,
or how a bow works...
to these people,
the ******* sideways movement
of a bow against a violin...
sometimes...
you do not retreat into
the past, to hide, to amount
to nostalgia...
sometimes
the only reason for the reflexive
affirmation, confined to maxims
and aphorism, nay: even poems!
is to look back...
to reap what was once
sowed, rather than sow blindly,
and reap: what no one wants
to reap...
drunk? getting there...
it felt so relaxing paying off
a 100 / 250 part of a debt
i owe her...
while buying a russian
standard liter,
asking for a 100 cash-back
of the supermarket cashier,
- the limit is 50,
but if you buy something else,
i can give you another 50...
- oh... ok...
so me went to and took a bottle
of shveedish cider...
rekorderlig...
mind you? the swedish,
what they perfected fermenting
better than what the the irish claim
to fame is?
sorry... magners:
irish? stick to the guinness...
(it's actually the only cerveza
i'd go into an english pub to
drink from the tap... bottled? canned?
not the same)...
but with such swedish delights
such as the above mentioned,
ålska and K ö nigsberg
*œ?
no competition... the suede(s) just
do one thing grand...
cider...
- what was i talking about?
ah... the "dreaded" past...
the people who say:
but you can't live out a life,
holding onto a private past,
a memory...
so... these other ******* were
allowed to implant a false
past, unrelated to me,
teaching me whether it was
Newton, or Leibniz who first
invented the infinitesimal calculus
method?
i'm betting on Leibniz...
after all... he took the position
of a ******* librarian...
and he wasn't buried with pomp
& circumstance at Westminster Abbey...
sometimes...
one person can't have it all...
but if the education system
is a system that is indicative for
the erosion of memory, esp. private
matters... and juggernauts in
with these selective rubrics of science
and history...
fair enough the basic
implants: numerical arithmetic,
and lettering arithmetic -
and then... lessons in mental
entertainment... when applied
to menial labour...
memory is: supreme...
i can't give my memory up...
that's what: killer proteins
eating the fat tissue of the brain
like starvation in reverse
of a case of Alzheimer's?
memory is: cameo cinema -
however distorted it might be,
although i beg to differ on
whether time per se,
is not the better psychedelic
component
when coupled with memory -
esp. the cinematic aspect of memory...
there was never a "living" in
the past -
there was a point about memory
to sharpen the edges of
"dasein"... all speculation and
questions regarding consciousness,
as championed through
a chimpanzee's *** are somehow
pointless:
given there's a higher tier of
conceptualization -
working from dasein...
hierjetzt -
or in english? presence...
- because why would i treat
a personal memory,
like some inorganic entity of
a schooling system,
under Catholic measures,
that made it necessary to include
Pythagoras... but not Horace?
that's inorganic memory...
and unless i turn into some
inorganic entity -
the organic aspect of my psyche:
my past, my cameo cinema?
that's going to be a leech,
attached to me...
and i'm not going to give it up,
just like... when i walk about
my door, and enter the england
that i know on the peripheries...
i'll speak the lingua franca -
but with my privacy?
you'd better cut my tongue off
before i stop speaking
my western slavic heritage...
and it pains me...
when certain groups of immigrants...
don't know the POINT
where immigration becomes
insensible... self-lacerating...
i once hated their approach...
now i just pity them...
anyone ****** can juggle
two oranges rather than three...
p.s. old school cure for a cold?
forget the pills...
glass of warm milk,
an egg yolk,
and a good scratch of butter...
(on the rare occasion,
milk infused with garlic)
mixed together...
before bedtime...
if the ****** won't sweat out
the bacteria during the night...
well... stick to the synthetics...
i'm pretty sure i know why i drink...
certainly not to: PARTY PARTY PARTY...
i always aim for
the one safety net of "pharmacology"...
ssssssssleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep.
p.s. so much for children loving their
parents...
in vitro and the whole
m.g.m. debacle:
so, sweet little *******,
no *******, no chance for your
for a quickie satellite launch date from
Tehran, under all the weight of
monotheism turned secular...
christianity: the only "monotheism"
with overt tinged of polytheism,
lutheran, baptist, catholic, orthodox...
just today i opened my door twice...
once to a confused curry house delivery man:
did you order some food:
i too replied with a confused look
and the word: huh?! no.
then a black woman with a a white ol' granny
came by with a leaflet...
the jehovah's witnesses were on my trail...
lucky of my grandfather,
the profanity brigade of the hebrew name
i will not dare utter came by...
and if you have lived a good enough life:
memory? memory beats hollywood
technicolour and CGI...
at least in the cinema of memory i always
get to play the cameo (role)...
oh i get the youtube creators:
living with his parents... still. aged 33...
funny that i don't mind them,
since they're getting older they're settling
into their solispsism,
annoying as ****, but i stand them,
thank god the protruding caduceus veins
on my phallus protected me from
a circumcision...
i can ******* like a girl with a web-cam...
no scented candles:
the no. 1, 2 & 3 on the throne of thrones...
the toilet, simultaneously masaging my ****
and prostate...
men were not exactly supposed to derive
pleasure from ***: they were,
supposed to give pleasure,
and in giving pleasure to one outlet,
they were subscribed to finding out what
best pleases them: ergo?
women would always derive more of
the people from *** than men would ever...
*** is not a story of bragging about
a harem... the woman lies flat...
the man pumps her...
after all... she is the one burdened
to carry a child, why wouldn't she be
the one deriving more pleasure from *** than
a man could ever?
72 virgins! ha ha!
ah ha ha!
what's the ratio?
last time i checked... a 3 hole caravan...
of a woman's worth...
mouth, ******, ****... and man?
only two points of entry, well...
"entry"...
seems that the tomatoe,
really is a fruit, but is treated like a vegetable
nontheless!
homosexuality in the 1960s...
william burroughs in Tangiers...
when Islam was quiet radical...
well... i cook, i clean...
what are my other options of continuing
to write and living the ed gein "lifestyle",
i tried getting social housing in england,
but, i'm not a somali with two wives and a dozen
kids...
rent, in london?
extortion...
housing shortage...
well there's me hating my parents,
the outside world just needs to see
an ed gein imitation...
or there's me living off acorns
in the woods, or rummaging on the streets,
making the N25 bus from oxford st. to ilford
my own personal mobile hotel as a homeless
man in london...
i think it's time to succumb to your
parents prejudices, if only for the jokes,
no point in making ethical high judgements
to fit into a zeitgeist narrative surrounding
yourself with people: you'd never eat a meal with...
that's how i define the highest form of respect:
if i'll eat with you: implies that i respect you...
i drink alone...
a high school fwend once thought he could
bribe me with his company,
that i "had to" drink with him...
no... not really...
i much prefer drinking by myself...
these days you're not expected to honour your
mother and your father,
i.e. make them proud...
honour is a double-edged sword...
just don't be ashamed of having
a mother or a father...
not that hard: given western divorce rates...
i.v.f., frozen eggs... yadda yadda yadda...
lucky me in having went to university...
oh... really? so much cooler in a cosmopolitan
environment with your contemporary
flat-mates?
get the picture?
paying rent while literally living
in a diguised cardboard box?
i can't help the fact that poetry doesn't pay...
that there are economic factors beyond
my control in play...
maybe if i was the grandson of my parents,
born in england, and not elsewhere,
there would be some sort of + leverage...
for a bricks and mortar start-up...
plus... i hoard...
books and music...
mind you:
neither of my parents spoke english as their
mother tongue...
neither did i...
they didn't teach me this tongue:
i had to teach this language by myself:
for myself...
aged 8: thrown into the deep end
of the pool: now swim ******, swim!
i just feel sorry for the immigrant parents
who gave birth to their children into the *****
of the land they immigrated to...
two days ago i found a heartbreak,
a romanian couple, with a child...
the father was stubborn in teach his daughter
his / her native sprechen...
romanian... but she was already speaking
perfect antithesis of accent kindergarten english...
and almost non-responsive to her tongue
alligned to her biology...
clearly she was born in england,
but her parents were both romanian...
i've had that conundrum in my head
for a long time...
what if i married an english girl...
and i was unable to teach my offspring
my native language,
what if i had to silence my native tongue,
"forget" it, or only speak it by myself,
via reading a book in western slavic?
what if the woman i married:
wouldn't see the benefits of bilingualism,
outside of the mainstream economic
mantra of ensuring your children
learn either german or mandarin or arabic?
that worried me...
oh believe me, i enjoy my lapses
into english: since i am providing the groundwork...
but in the case of having offspring...
e.g. teaching them the western slavic tongue
so they could speak to their grandparents
(i.e. my parents)...
even my grandparents lament
the scenarios when a woman would marry
an austrian... and she wouldn't teach
her children her native tongue,
and when the grandchildren would visit their
grandparents... they'd be speaking
a crude variation of braille, morse,
sign-language: na migi...
i know that my mother is alive
in me even under this veil of english...
because she's more than the womb,
the genitals of my conception, the breast fed off...
she's also the Atlas of my vocabulary
of the "hiding" tongue beneath this one...
i already knew the "game" was rigged from
the get-go... i've seen how one hindu woman
suffered being married to a scouser...
she never managed to pass on her language
to her children,
she bought a library, thinking her children
would succumb to learning: however poor
they might end up being...
but she was suffocated by the english
tongue of her husband...
and her children didn't express even the most
vague of desires to learn their mutterzunge...
that's what worried me to begin with,
marrying an english woman i was afraid
of the ignorance that someone bilingualism
was en route toward a psychiatrist disorder
i was diagnosed with: schizophrenia...
this anglophonic ignorance still scares me...
like: everyone is expected to speak the revisionist
globalist lingua franca: this anglo lingua...
if i didn't meet a bilingual / polyglot woman,
i'd return to rearing idiotic children...
anglo lingua was only supposed to be a middle-ground,
a "no man's land"...
a language of trivial economic transfers...
a language primarily orientated around usage:
rather than an ethno-centric basis for "englishness"...
to **** with: god save the queen...
the british grenadiers' fife & drum...
old scot dragoons': auld lang syne...
those where my forever anthems...
see...
what gave birth to a jihadi john?
his mother "forgot", his father "forgot":
his "mother" forgot, his "father" forgot to speak
the "ancient" tongue...
there's a point to integration of the immigrant,
an immigrant is a forgetful creature,
an ever pleasing creature...
never to mind himself as an ex-pat...
you ****** forget your mutterzunge...
you'll be speaking in cockney accents
with broken affairs of arabic beheading people
for zombified reasons of grandeour!
*******...
you, you: you are to blame!
you were so ashamed of your parents that you
delved on honoring them to the point
of thinking giving pride unto them was very
much akin as keeping shame away from
their girdle of the wedlock of your own existence!
death has not made your a martyr...
i guess you deserve those 72 mishaps,
those 72 annoying voices...
and i pray to god that you receive your reward!
i hope that among the 72 you will never find
a chance a repose to find your: self!
integration is one thing,
pandering to the "elites": plebs who think they
are kings among the plebs,
is quiet another...
plebs who go places and think english
is a universal tongue: just because
uncle sam says so...
of those i respect:
y cymraeg: pwy dal eu tafod...
an gàidhlig: cò fhathast bruidhinn an cuid teanga...
i nawet moim: co ma mówić
to nawet tyle: co znaczy tak niewiele!
there are boundaries... learn the customs
of the natives, but ensure you retain the customs
you were born with...
a child, born in a foreign land,
ought to ensure his parents teach him
the words to speak to his grand overseers...
complete immersion,
this cultural abortion,
this cutting of the umbilical chord
from: i have never met a people so
content at having been subjugated outside
the indian sub-continent,
cricket... for ****'s sake...
as to demand other europeans
to treat them as superiors,
when sitting alongside an englishman...
****-bud-bud, the **** are you on about?!
once again: england has become the circus
for the grounding of what began
with engels and marx...
wasn't communism born from
engels and marx observing english society?
sure... first experimented en masse in
mongolia... but its origins?
so of course i had problems finding a suitable
mating partner... i was afraid that my nativ-zunge
would die a slow but solemn death...
that an english bridge would not consider
the worth of a bilingual child, or a polyglot,
or that she would repress the chance of my
"biological continuum nuance" to respond outside
of the anglo lingua refrain of: beside the english language?
there are quiet a few one might want to learn...
it's not easy being a first generation immigrant,
esp. if you moved aged 8, mute as a wolf
to a domesticated dog's barking...
but hey, no jihadi john in me...
jihadi john should have been raised
bilingual... i wouldn't be the one speaking broken
tourist arabic while beheading someone...
jihadi john spoke tourist arabic...
the dichotomy of the mind to the biological
reality, beside the current, western,
"biological relativism" debate...
clearly darwinism was "wrong"...
man is, these days, left with neither a biological
reality, nor a historical reality...
but there is a historical reality:
but it's so knit-&-picky...
come on... philip augustus of the capetian
dynasty?
casimir III...
jeremi wiśniowiecki...
konrad I of masovia...
kuno von lichtenstein...
alles ist gott: und gott ist alles -
gott mit, uns!
mit eine leben wert leben:
erinnerung ist die nur kino
wert sehen eine film beim;
hell... could be worse:
i might have translated some latin
of horace into pig-trough comfort food.