Oct 2016
do i feel a moral superiority? of course i do,
why wouldn't i?
i'm sort of bored,
you know the type of bored: i am white
but i have no colonial history to boot
or shy away from...
there are two Europes,
let me be frank about that...
i don't necessarily like what
Polish immigration did to the place,
primarily there's no commonwealth surgeon
to put the pieces together...
but the English started a war
over the invasion of Poland,
oh right, blame me,
and shut the **** up about the ******* being treated
like cattle?
honestly, the only book
i'll ever read by Dickens will be the volume xviii
american notes, pictures from Italy, contributions
to "the examiner" - prior to entering the field
of transcendental methodology via Kant
i'll just say: there's no point reading
phonetic encoding of a narrative once the images are
produced - once a book is turned into a movie,
there's no point reading it...
i'm was never favourable of Dickens,
like i was never favourable of Popper...
but the obscure works demand attention...
i''ll be moving from France to England
(via Voltaire) and from England to America
via Dickens... once i finish Kant;
once i finish Kant.
and a rare day, i made a purchase,
cage the elephant's album melophobia arrived today,
two singles (after listening to the album twice,
it's safe, under 40 minutes and ten tracks),
track no. 4 - it's just forever and track no. 7 -
black window - this is why i feel morally superior,
i'm actually investing in art...
lucky me born in the 20th century,
i actually desire the need to buy art,
and not be some chimp pirate of the Napster Caribbean,
i really don't know where my contemporaries are
coming from, and to be honest? i, don't, want, to, know.
**** them and their armchairs!
their idea of art is non-representative of
the general vocation of necessarily having a: view.
to me they're a bit like:
mr. spandex telling people it's stretch-Armstrong elastic -
but it ******* ain't!
the once defended Poles are
dubbed vermin, oh sure, it makes sense
to keep a lid on former colonials as sacred Hindu
cows - and do i sometimes wish i came to England
aged 2 and not aged 8 and never heard of
the Kashubian dialect? or the Silesian?
or the pan-Serbian of the Sorbian language?
i probably wish that to be true...
i cut my thumb and pinky fingers on the culinary
guillotine known as the mandolin when beheading
cabbage for a cold-Slough
(easier done than accurate spelling)
even better: coal-slow
(plus the carrot and the onion
and plenty of mayo) -
i wish i could fully become British,
say a golden ******* to Poland, as Poland already
served it... which is why i'm in England....
but England isn't exactly a daffodil -
the past haunts it, which i'm not a part of,
when i say: i'm a citizen of the world i mean:
globalisation, and i mean: when i was in Africa
i was a tourist in Kenya, i enjoyed the presence
of those little cherub monkeys on the balcony,
and i hid from from the sun and couldn't stand the heat...
saints? we? better ask the Lithuanians and the Ukrainians...
but they're a bit busy these days...
that's why i don't feature in the global politics of
the trinity that's England, France and Spain...
i am not really into Polish catholic antics either...
i just don't understand why i need to have to acquire
all these ******* identifiers in order to speak the ****** tongue:
maybe i am, after all, redefining what speaking English
actually means...
you can never really escape a revision of
the language...
as a citizen of the world, i am against
those famed idioms, later pronounced as: idiosyncratic -
i'm neither Polish nor am i ******* English -
i took to the assertion: conquering the use of a language
is more pristine in encouraged effort to assimilate
than writing a Domesday Book analysis...
but i simply cannot shy away from
addressing the insults while the holy cows of the former
empire walk freely and to a violin tune of necessary
revolutions taking place...
the argument goes along the line:
the Soviets had a bigger empire than the British...
landmass and what not aside...
i just can't be the two together...
all i have it two more purchases...
the debut album by cage the elephant with the song
that made me purchase is soil to the sun -
and the notes volume ii - vi by Heidegger -
do i feel morally superior? well, i'm actually investing
in art... in a world providing the ratio 100:1 =
100 streams = 1 equivalent purchase...
i find it damnable that so few people invest
in art these days...
and yes, i do feel morally superior, why the **** no?!
but i will never rid myself of my foremost tongue
to look pretty in a society that's verging on the most
utterly ugly...
i'll never be at home either here (England)
or there (Poland) - i feel no affiliation
of a desired patriotic demand in either place -
both countries can burn for
all i care: Poland for its catholic demands,
England for its political correctness:
if i already didn't mention: the most despotic quote
came from democracy in the French Enlightenment period:
all men are born equal...
if ever a greater falsification
was ever uttered - in that realm of political science -
men are not born equal,
the Olympics proves this foremost -
trying to make this saying the norm
will only, eventually, make a large number of
good men into debilitated lunatics -
all of this without the mouth that spoke the utterance,
no Saddam Hussein will hang as being attributed with this
maxim... still the many good men will be turned into
debilitated lunatics to ensure the invisible dictator has his sway
in ensuring the conformist agenda is met with
due nod-whether-vote-or-veto approval...
democracy at its most human,
mob rule overpowers a singled out agenda...
third party Pilates washing their
hands clean off the implementation of the zeitgeist agendas
but nonetheless keeping the profits.
why wouldn't i?
i'm sort of bored,
you know the type of bored: i am white
but i have no colonial history to boot
or shy away from...
there are two Europes,
let me be frank about that...
i don't necessarily like what
Polish immigration did to the place,
primarily there's no commonwealth surgeon
to put the pieces together...
but the English started a war
over the invasion of Poland,
oh right, blame me,
and shut the **** up about the ******* being treated
like cattle?
honestly, the only book
i'll ever read by Dickens will be the volume xviii
american notes, pictures from Italy, contributions
to "the examiner" - prior to entering the field
of transcendental methodology via Kant
i'll just say: there's no point reading
phonetic encoding of a narrative once the images are
produced - once a book is turned into a movie,
there's no point reading it...
i'm was never favourable of Dickens,
like i was never favourable of Popper...
but the obscure works demand attention...
i''ll be moving from France to England
(via Voltaire) and from England to America
via Dickens... once i finish Kant;
once i finish Kant.
and a rare day, i made a purchase,
cage the elephant's album melophobia arrived today,
two singles (after listening to the album twice,
it's safe, under 40 minutes and ten tracks),
track no. 4 - it's just forever and track no. 7 -
black window - this is why i feel morally superior,
i'm actually investing in art...
lucky me born in the 20th century,
i actually desire the need to buy art,
and not be some chimp pirate of the Napster Caribbean,
i really don't know where my contemporaries are
coming from, and to be honest? i, don't, want, to, know.
**** them and their armchairs!
their idea of art is non-representative of
the general vocation of necessarily having a: view.
to me they're a bit like:
mr. spandex telling people it's stretch-Armstrong elastic -
but it ******* ain't!
the once defended Poles are
dubbed vermin, oh sure, it makes sense
to keep a lid on former colonials as sacred Hindu
cows - and do i sometimes wish i came to England
aged 2 and not aged 8 and never heard of
the Kashubian dialect? or the Silesian?
or the pan-Serbian of the Sorbian language?
i probably wish that to be true...
i cut my thumb and pinky fingers on the culinary
guillotine known as the mandolin when beheading
cabbage for a cold-Slough
(easier done than accurate spelling)
even better: coal-slow
(plus the carrot and the onion
and plenty of mayo) -
i wish i could fully become British,
say a golden ******* to Poland, as Poland already
served it... which is why i'm in England....
but England isn't exactly a daffodil -
the past haunts it, which i'm not a part of,
when i say: i'm a citizen of the world i mean:
globalisation, and i mean: when i was in Africa
i was a tourist in Kenya, i enjoyed the presence
of those little cherub monkeys on the balcony,
and i hid from from the sun and couldn't stand the heat...
saints? we? better ask the Lithuanians and the Ukrainians...
but they're a bit busy these days...
that's why i don't feature in the global politics of
the trinity that's England, France and Spain...
i am not really into Polish catholic antics either...
i just don't understand why i need to have to acquire
all these ******* identifiers in order to speak the ****** tongue:
maybe i am, after all, redefining what speaking English
actually means...
you can never really escape a revision of
the language...
as a citizen of the world, i am against
those famed idioms, later pronounced as: idiosyncratic -
i'm neither Polish nor am i ******* English -
i took to the assertion: conquering the use of a language
is more pristine in encouraged effort to assimilate
than writing a Domesday Book analysis...
but i simply cannot shy away from
addressing the insults while the holy cows of the former
empire walk freely and to a violin tune of necessary
revolutions taking place...
the argument goes along the line:
the Soviets had a bigger empire than the British...
landmass and what not aside...
i just can't be the two together...
all i have it two more purchases...
the debut album by cage the elephant with the song
that made me purchase is soil to the sun -
and the notes volume ii - vi by Heidegger -
do i feel morally superior? well, i'm actually investing
in art... in a world providing the ratio 100:1 =
100 streams = 1 equivalent purchase...
i find it damnable that so few people invest
in art these days...
and yes, i do feel morally superior, why the **** no?!
but i will never rid myself of my foremost tongue
to look pretty in a society that's verging on the most
utterly ugly...
i'll never be at home either here (England)
or there (Poland) - i feel no affiliation
of a desired patriotic demand in either place -
both countries can burn for
all i care: Poland for its catholic demands,
England for its political correctness:
if i already didn't mention: the most despotic quote
came from democracy in the French Enlightenment period:
all men are born equal...
if ever a greater falsification
was ever uttered - in that realm of political science -
men are not born equal,
the Olympics proves this foremost -
trying to make this saying the norm
will only, eventually, make a large number of
good men into debilitated lunatics -
all of this without the mouth that spoke the utterance,
no Saddam Hussein will hang as being attributed with this
maxim... still the many good men will be turned into
debilitated lunatics to ensure the invisible dictator has his sway
in ensuring the conformist agenda is met with
due nod-whether-vote-or-veto approval...
democracy at its most human,
mob rule overpowers a singled out agenda...
third party Pilates washing their
hands clean off the implementation of the zeitgeist agendas
but nonetheless keeping the profits.
