Oct 2016
the blank or nothing, forged in the frost,
harrowing,
thumb and time consuming,
toward the rally of "thus" heard,
as ever a language of lawyers, but no law
being passed.
churn out charcoal.
pencil stirp stimata sharpen a few digressions,
but nonetheless the main
narrative comes back....
and it comes back
nuanced, relative, muted and
somehow mutually exclusive:
the idiot always appears:
he never is.
same talk of god & genius,
devil & idiot,
& gentleman...
we are clearly making
a new prototype of the Belgian countryside,
or the talk of Trenches,
but no head to be hunted...
no "bad guy",
just a guy that's there to be respected
because enough philanthropy sides with him...
or dittoing caption:
no matter whether heard, misheard or
unheard,
it's called the Thesaurus Rex stomp,
the Panzer pulverisation assault -
i don't care what words you used,
iron grits iron
iron nibbles iron,
both sides are given hammers
and made to talk about nailing nails in
rather than investing millions.
talk easy? i'll iota a séance...
but tell me... why is diacritical markings
disregarded when a name like Bartók
suggested? why is it Bartok rather than Bartuk?
or why is that umlaut arithmetic?
enlighten me! please!
are you educating people for free while
ensuring you own the fisherman's keys?
i guess you are!
if A is universal encoding from French
to Norwegian, diacritical markings can employ
transcendentalism, in this case alienation -
it's Bartook -
the acute incisor cut open the o
and made a parabola of u -
don't squabble for what's already an
incorrect answer: diacritics unanimous
is a bit like alcoholics anonymous:
feed the ******* shame of not asserting
the prescribed marching orders;
the squabbling hogs that you are: pristine my ***:
it's not a ******* birthright! squeem!
and, go on, squirt out another adolescent
piglet oink of pseudo Auschwitz!
i'm saying: why bother to use it in the
first place? why not do away with the whole *******
Belshazzar pantomime of insurance Latin
for adaptability of working on robotics?
sure, effective in Poland as
an aesthetic-variant of u, but elsewhere: no point for
the acute comma above the o, it's still an o -
we implanted that diacritical mark for jokes,
to create an economic sieve!
it was never Bar-ticky-tocking-*****,
but Bar-took -
otherwise stop pretending,
or i'll slap you with a raw herring across your face,
and it won't be a politicised red,
and fish included, or colloquial for a: white lie.
my advice? either respect the diacritical
application, or go away with the Latin alphabet
altogether...
why?
the soul is born when the words are added /
reason...
no words, no soul...
the argument counter? humanoids and that whole
Darwinistic debacle to connect the dots?
it's called a zoo...
and a zoological investigation -
self-reliant logic, not something individualistically
accountable for in terms of man...
and humanism as: less zoo
and more university...
or cracking the coconut Dostoyevsky -
but as you do, love the semblance -
i guess history only exists within a timespan
of 1.3.2015, and the ancient Greeks
are but a yawn.
i don't mind,
i have built up enough qua
to answer quo -
qua? as being thespian....
quo (vadis)? where are you going...
a place called the submission to applause;
the place i'm act? a bunch of neurotics mumbling
toward a statue they're desiring to *****
but never do... they are a bunch of people
mumbling and gesticulating toward a statue they
desperately want to *****...
or as i said in my Holly Valance kiss kiss video
to a poor Syrian girl:
so you too? less exposing the frantic
differences between us but nonetheless attracted?
or what said masculine blonde to the olive-tan girls?
well, listen, the girls kindred of my impression
on the word bone are prone to play the
bad girl who-did-it ***-appeal...
i just drink to fall asleep,
i might talk before i do:
god - don't you think that "spoken word" requires
a substantial consideration for lessened poetical optometrics
of complication, and and an eased consideration
of language?
well, whenever you feel like it,
it's a grand schematic of a Taj Mahal daydream,
had i the marble and the desire to ***** something
comparably worth a number of tourists
that the original attracts -
oh **** me! poetry can plagiarise everything!
i say plagiarise, but i mean: take the mickey out
of every mouse...
or the peppercorn ****
you try to get rid of...
once i caught a mouse, and it committed suicide
by jumping down the stairs.
harrowing,
thumb and time consuming,
toward the rally of "thus" heard,
as ever a language of lawyers, but no law
being passed.
churn out charcoal.
pencil stirp stimata sharpen a few digressions,
but nonetheless the main
narrative comes back....
and it comes back
nuanced, relative, muted and
somehow mutually exclusive:
the idiot always appears:
he never is.
same talk of god & genius,
devil & idiot,
& gentleman...
we are clearly making
a new prototype of the Belgian countryside,
or the talk of Trenches,
but no head to be hunted...
no "bad guy",
just a guy that's there to be respected
because enough philanthropy sides with him...
or dittoing caption:
no matter whether heard, misheard or
unheard,
it's called the Thesaurus Rex stomp,
the Panzer pulverisation assault -
i don't care what words you used,
iron grits iron
iron nibbles iron,
both sides are given hammers
and made to talk about nailing nails in
rather than investing millions.
talk easy? i'll iota a séance...
but tell me... why is diacritical markings
disregarded when a name like Bartók
suggested? why is it Bartok rather than Bartuk?
or why is that umlaut arithmetic?
enlighten me! please!
are you educating people for free while
ensuring you own the fisherman's keys?
i guess you are!
if A is universal encoding from French
to Norwegian, diacritical markings can employ
transcendentalism, in this case alienation -
it's Bartook -
the acute incisor cut open the o
and made a parabola of u -
don't squabble for what's already an
incorrect answer: diacritics unanimous
is a bit like alcoholics anonymous:
feed the ******* shame of not asserting
the prescribed marching orders;
the squabbling hogs that you are: pristine my ***:
it's not a ******* birthright! squeem!
and, go on, squirt out another adolescent
piglet oink of pseudo Auschwitz!
i'm saying: why bother to use it in the
first place? why not do away with the whole *******
Belshazzar pantomime of insurance Latin
for adaptability of working on robotics?
sure, effective in Poland as
an aesthetic-variant of u, but elsewhere: no point for
the acute comma above the o, it's still an o -
we implanted that diacritical mark for jokes,
to create an economic sieve!
it was never Bar-ticky-tocking-*****,
but Bar-took -
otherwise stop pretending,
or i'll slap you with a raw herring across your face,
and it won't be a politicised red,
and fish included, or colloquial for a: white lie.
my advice? either respect the diacritical
application, or go away with the Latin alphabet
altogether...
why?
the soul is born when the words are added /
reason...
no words, no soul...
the argument counter? humanoids and that whole
Darwinistic debacle to connect the dots?
it's called a zoo...
and a zoological investigation -
self-reliant logic, not something individualistically
accountable for in terms of man...
and humanism as: less zoo
and more university...
or cracking the coconut Dostoyevsky -
but as you do, love the semblance -
i guess history only exists within a timespan
of 1.3.2015, and the ancient Greeks
are but a yawn.
i don't mind,
i have built up enough qua
to answer quo -
qua? as being thespian....
quo (vadis)? where are you going...
a place called the submission to applause;
the place i'm act? a bunch of neurotics mumbling
toward a statue they're desiring to *****
but never do... they are a bunch of people
mumbling and gesticulating toward a statue they
desperately want to *****...
or as i said in my Holly Valance kiss kiss video
to a poor Syrian girl:
so you too? less exposing the frantic
differences between us but nonetheless attracted?
or what said masculine blonde to the olive-tan girls?
well, listen, the girls kindred of my impression
on the word bone are prone to play the
bad girl who-did-it ***-appeal...
i just drink to fall asleep,
i might talk before i do:
god - don't you think that "spoken word" requires
a substantial consideration for lessened poetical optometrics
of complication, and and an eased consideration
of language?
well, whenever you feel like it,
it's a grand schematic of a Taj Mahal daydream,
had i the marble and the desire to ***** something
comparably worth a number of tourists
that the original attracts -
oh **** me! poetry can plagiarise everything!
i say plagiarise, but i mean: take the mickey out
of every mouse...
or the peppercorn ****
you try to get rid of...
once i caught a mouse, and it committed suicide
by jumping down the stairs.
