Mar 2017
here's to getting drunk and writing *******; because mozart did likewise; or said man of the following verse: shouting into a plastic bag thinking it might make a pop' sound. **** get's technical, it's basically a comma on top, akin to diacritical markings; i'll mention the **** star later.
n.b. you emphasise the pop and descend into sound, well that's chiral for emphasis otherwise reserved for italics or bold (text). just about time, when language had to become as complex as comp-sprechen, or that famous censor of oath words: &$#@!
and you will hear no song without the word allah,
and you will not hear
will not hear
a word said about the tetragrammaton,
because it's so, the constructs of language
can provide categories for the arrangement known
as the tetragrammaton,
and when it does become apparent,
what gives meaning to thought,
as a higher tier of what later becomes a *hegel
or the: thinking about thinking,
and the much esteemed follow-up of what
is like a sinking ship of beggars asking for morality;
i said the word allah, because it's the most
understanding word to use when figuring out
the sudoku equivalent of a lament configuration:
so it opens...
and so too i see what needs to be seen,
how wahhabism abhors music, and how people
are starving, to simply hear it...
are we people who really care
to write out an onomatopoeia of an ******?
well... reverse psyche teaches us this:
that we are indeed bound to write something more
complex than the sounds we make during ***...
animals disguise their pleasure from ***
and therefore remain gravity prone,
sinking in the re- toward infinity,
again and again, and again - always the same...
modern saudis abhor music, wahhabism
abhors music... yet the adhan: the call to prayer...
and didn't muhammad warn against
the dajjal?
the polyphemus,
that diabetic ****** that was ibn saud?
so few curses applaud the resurrection of a name
these days so abhorrent...
then the poetics comes in and we have
a metaphor for something already not
properly equipped... formerly
it was a television, but now the computer screen,
and hey presto! two eyes!
that life would somehow turn uncomfortable,
as it turns out, it has thus happened in saudi
arabia... the killing off of music might as well
equate to a sudden dodo policy of all other birds...
truely, the shahadan can only be pronounced
in song and in tears...
the tetragrammaton i can think of,
and appreciate,
but i can't appreciate the nag hammadi library
nor the dead sea scrolls...
my heart forbids such emotions,
for i see a valley and a shadow in it and this shadow
becoming the valley itself...
but thus sung: you walk into a catholic mass in
a church, and they're mumbling their creed,
like it was indeed a satanic mass incantation,
believe me when i tell you that you need to
experience it: go to a polish catholic mass and hear
this mumbling, hear this cult-like status
of reciting the creed...
i'd rather look at a swarm of mosquitos
and hear **** all... that's how scary that thing is.
no wonder then, for all the gothic architecture,
gargoyles 'r' us... so why didn't the eskimos
**** out a horror, given we share the same harsh
environment?
the jew didn't have to say anything,
play me anything, he gave me something to look at,
but given that there are 3 monotheisms,
and that re-confirms the brothers zeus hades and poseidon,
what can be done?
just as much as what we owe to feel -
what we owe to what's to be necessarily felt...
for me i wear the y.h.w.h. "niqab" to see past
christianity, and looking past it i listen to something
islamic... at all times: it's very human, unrealistic
to be unified, but still, once in amsterdam i met this
egyptian, and he exposed me to le trio joubran
with the song masar, i had a few beers prior
took three or four tokes from the joint,
then he put the headphones on... minutes later:
i was monged... that slang enough?
done gone, whatever... i listened to the ****
song with my eyes closed and was consumed by shadow,
and nothing...
i could have been imitating a ******
addict to be honest...
when you become so detached from the world
around you, marijuana and alcohol and really
detach you even further...
so this pretty dutch girl was looking at me
and i have her the V-peace (not the welsh longbowman-V
about to eclipse the sun with arrows in normandy)
sign and smiled...
i could have linked this to a spiritual
homoeroticism, but then she smiled back and replied
with a V-peace using her hand also...
which kinda reminds me of
watching this sasha grey video about geeking out,
and how, throughout the whole video i'm just
picturing the conversation to a james bond movie:
for your eyes only, and then start thinking
about the niqab... or something along the lines
of self-induced oppresion...
all this "anti" dialectical "opinions for opinions' per se /
per says" (heidegger's point:
if you live a simple life... language will have
to become complicated, you can't lead a simple
life and think your language will seem "incomprehensible",
spend a year with a cat and hear meow all
the time: you're bound to come up with some
weird punctuation, as antidote to psyche)...
so all this anti "dialectical" persuasion lasts
for some time... beauty attracts ugly,
but then beauty turns ugly, and ugly says,
something on the lines: this thing... this reservoir
of oil in the sand? it's not water,
it's not the water in the sea and the water in lakes
and the water in rivers and it's not rain...
you can't recycle oil...
sasha grey was really talking about a theoretical
niqab, wasn't she? or did the host just bring up
the salem witch trials?
oh i'm not a convert,
even with all the overtones that i might be,
but given that i'm not working from the concept
of the big bang but rather from φoνoς
i appreciate the word αλλαη... it's a cushion type
word for what you dare only say when lament
approaches... either that or the stupid: why me oh god!
i like that spelling even, it's like the greeks never
laugh, or what's the basis of laughter, a H...
how would you even say that αλλæ?
like blah blah bleh with a stereotypical Transylvania
accent of vlad the **** genius?
cos η (eta) doesn't cut into either t or a,
but into the prefix e- which makes it a grapheme
equivalent married to epsilon (ε)!
the **** did we inherit?
i love the argument that comes from
i don't care about your feelings...
i don't care what you're thinking,
so why don't you simply shut up?
ah the pulpits and popes akin to
urban the 2nd...
thankfully i'm just feeding silence (break line comma over
^,or what i like to call the white, the canvas of defeat.
^yep, there).
n.b. you emphasise the pop and descend into sound, well that's chiral for emphasis otherwise reserved for italics or bold (text). just about time, when language had to become as complex as comp-sprechen, or that famous censor of oath words: &$#@!
and you will hear no song without the word allah,
and you will not hear
will not hear
a word said about the tetragrammaton,
because it's so, the constructs of language
can provide categories for the arrangement known
as the tetragrammaton,
and when it does become apparent,
what gives meaning to thought,
as a higher tier of what later becomes a *hegel
or the: thinking about thinking,
and the much esteemed follow-up of what
is like a sinking ship of beggars asking for morality;
i said the word allah, because it's the most
understanding word to use when figuring out
the sudoku equivalent of a lament configuration:
so it opens...
and so too i see what needs to be seen,
how wahhabism abhors music, and how people
are starving, to simply hear it...
are we people who really care
to write out an onomatopoeia of an ******?
well... reverse psyche teaches us this:
that we are indeed bound to write something more
complex than the sounds we make during ***...
animals disguise their pleasure from ***
and therefore remain gravity prone,
sinking in the re- toward infinity,
again and again, and again - always the same...
modern saudis abhor music, wahhabism
abhors music... yet the adhan: the call to prayer...
and didn't muhammad warn against
the dajjal?
the polyphemus,
that diabetic ****** that was ibn saud?
so few curses applaud the resurrection of a name
these days so abhorrent...
then the poetics comes in and we have
a metaphor for something already not
properly equipped... formerly
it was a television, but now the computer screen,
and hey presto! two eyes!
that life would somehow turn uncomfortable,
as it turns out, it has thus happened in saudi
arabia... the killing off of music might as well
equate to a sudden dodo policy of all other birds...
truely, the shahadan can only be pronounced
in song and in tears...
the tetragrammaton i can think of,
and appreciate,
but i can't appreciate the nag hammadi library
nor the dead sea scrolls...
my heart forbids such emotions,
for i see a valley and a shadow in it and this shadow
becoming the valley itself...
but thus sung: you walk into a catholic mass in
a church, and they're mumbling their creed,
like it was indeed a satanic mass incantation,
believe me when i tell you that you need to
experience it: go to a polish catholic mass and hear
this mumbling, hear this cult-like status
of reciting the creed...
i'd rather look at a swarm of mosquitos
and hear **** all... that's how scary that thing is.
no wonder then, for all the gothic architecture,
gargoyles 'r' us... so why didn't the eskimos
**** out a horror, given we share the same harsh
environment?
the jew didn't have to say anything,
play me anything, he gave me something to look at,
but given that there are 3 monotheisms,
and that re-confirms the brothers zeus hades and poseidon,
what can be done?
just as much as what we owe to feel -
what we owe to what's to be necessarily felt...
for me i wear the y.h.w.h. "niqab" to see past
christianity, and looking past it i listen to something
islamic... at all times: it's very human, unrealistic
to be unified, but still, once in amsterdam i met this
egyptian, and he exposed me to le trio joubran
with the song masar, i had a few beers prior
took three or four tokes from the joint,
then he put the headphones on... minutes later:
i was monged... that slang enough?
done gone, whatever... i listened to the ****
song with my eyes closed and was consumed by shadow,
and nothing...
i could have been imitating a ******
addict to be honest...
when you become so detached from the world
around you, marijuana and alcohol and really
detach you even further...
so this pretty dutch girl was looking at me
and i have her the V-peace (not the welsh longbowman-V
about to eclipse the sun with arrows in normandy)
sign and smiled...
i could have linked this to a spiritual
homoeroticism, but then she smiled back and replied
with a V-peace using her hand also...
which kinda reminds me of
watching this sasha grey video about geeking out,
and how, throughout the whole video i'm just
picturing the conversation to a james bond movie:
for your eyes only, and then start thinking
about the niqab... or something along the lines
of self-induced oppresion...
all this "anti" dialectical "opinions for opinions' per se /
per says" (heidegger's point:
if you live a simple life... language will have
to become complicated, you can't lead a simple
life and think your language will seem "incomprehensible",
spend a year with a cat and hear meow all
the time: you're bound to come up with some
weird punctuation, as antidote to psyche)...
so all this anti "dialectical" persuasion lasts
for some time... beauty attracts ugly,
but then beauty turns ugly, and ugly says,
something on the lines: this thing... this reservoir
of oil in the sand? it's not water,
it's not the water in the sea and the water in lakes
and the water in rivers and it's not rain...
you can't recycle oil...
sasha grey was really talking about a theoretical
niqab, wasn't she? or did the host just bring up
the salem witch trials?
oh i'm not a convert,
even with all the overtones that i might be,
but given that i'm not working from the concept
of the big bang but rather from φoνoς
i appreciate the word αλλαη... it's a cushion type
word for what you dare only say when lament
approaches... either that or the stupid: why me oh god!
i like that spelling even, it's like the greeks never
laugh, or what's the basis of laughter, a H...
how would you even say that αλλæ?
like blah blah bleh with a stereotypical Transylvania
accent of vlad the **** genius?
cos η (eta) doesn't cut into either t or a,
but into the prefix e- which makes it a grapheme
equivalent married to epsilon (ε)!
the **** did we inherit?
i love the argument that comes from
i don't care about your feelings...
i don't care what you're thinking,
so why don't you simply shut up?
ah the pulpits and popes akin to
urban the 2nd...
thankfully i'm just feeding silence (break line comma over
^,or what i like to call the white, the canvas of defeat.
^yep, there).
