isn't this what, intergration, proper, should look like?
some people adorn themselves in vague tattoos,
me? working from the crux of dasein,
i too have to tattoo myself,
              cognitively...
        
                     ever since i can remember...
it had to be the turks besieging Vienna when
the defenders of christendom took charge
against them, the winged hussars of
the polish-lithuanian commonwealth...

         but prior? did not the Polen defend their
commonwealth with the pagan Lithuanians
against the Teutons in its summation,
culminating in the battle of Grunwald of 1410
(a battle in the east, akin in magnitude
to the battle of Hastings of 1066),
         poet, or an overlord of historians'
"amnesia"; a history, a memory,
a revival...
             who the hell even follows the modern
poetic ******* of high school children
being whipped into submission
regarding: measure, "meaning", "sub-meaning",
taunting ***-bits, metaphors...
if you only look at the ancients' style,
Horace, Ovid, Virgil...
      there's a narrative at play,
            the narrator play the role
of protagonist, there are no phantom non-existent
characters, there is not puppeteering...
there are over-stretches of narrative,
that interchanges between dialogue and
monologue,
        as ever: poetry, not philosophy,
is the uninhibited art of retrospection,
of introspection, notably... while drinking...
sober minds can deal with philosophy,
with "questions", with "problems",
with "solutions"...

                i just want to spew,
i came here to regurgitate...
        and what does it matter if i appreciate
homosexual literature akin to william burroughs...
i still, much prefer,
homosexuality in reverse, i.e.: taking a ****...
i'll even downgrade the male ****** to
a tier below, taking a ****,
and most surely below a tier of pleasure
arrived at: taking a ****...
women derive all the ****** pleasure
of the two sexes... hence...
the desperate need to import african walking
****** for their canvas of unsatified needs!
if a ***** doesn't do justice...
   import a bunch of african play things...
me? bitter? of just painfully honest?
     there's a difference...
           like... i do admire the polyglots...
they're like yews (jews, via yiddish)...
they never really settle in any culture,
or said culture's norms...
                        **** me, aren't i in frenzy
of creativity... thank god i'm not one of these
youtube news vulture journalism commentators...
i esp. like the kind of **** that
takes three attempts to give birth to it...
i call that the tapeworm escapade...
shy ******... wants to, but doesn't want to,
want's to, but doesn't want to,
so i have to ease my ****,
   ******* to some still **** material:
ploop! frog's in the water... aaaaah!
          - ha... i wrote that... that's ******* funny...
but old school poetics...
  conversational overtones...
no bother regarding: "techniques" or god
forbid rhyme...
                        it's the running joke against
poetics these days: roses are red,
violets are blue... and a greeting card...
while... safe to say... fiction? these days?
complex characters... sure...
as they must be... but the narrator?
                                 dim-****-wit.

again, i wouldn't have returned to "identity" politics,
if only, if only the trans-gender clowns
didn't attack and dictate grammar...
               i don't like being dictated false
grammar, false biology i can entertain:
sure sure, have your thing...
           but, grammar? you attack grammar,
you call for the antithesis of the effort i made
into integrating into this language!
     *******: learn a foreign language yourself!
- and since i'm not a polyglot,
since i've dug a trench into this language
and its subsequent culture...
em... i have to celebrate its past...
           and that implies i will have integrated
to appreciate songs...
               e.g. chevalier,  mult estes guariz
   (french crusader song),
or...
          da pacem domine (templar chant)...
salve regina (hospitalier chant)...
                  hell, the flag changed...
it's no longer white on top of white...
now it's a red cross on white...

how else was i going to integrate?
into this, current, western,
   pseudo-socialist cosmopolitanism?
because that's what it is...
       pseudo-socialist cosmopolitanism...
how many times must i say it?
social, does work, but only in exceptional
circumstances...
     there was only one, Poland...
      Syria might be the next one...
   it works, for a constricted amount of time...
3 generations... in a country...
that has nothing to begin with...
          i.e. is war-torn...
           either socialism, or the Marshall Plan...
which, of course, Poland didn't receive any of...
but Sweden did (neutral),
    as did Switzerland (also, neutral)...
it worked... because it was allowed to work
with the ambition that it would fizzle
out, as it did...
             socialism is a decent model
in times of exceptional circumstances...
as a rebuilding socio-economic mechanism,
and nothing more!
              i can't imagine the Syrians wanting
foreigners toying around with rebuilding
their economy...
                      that sad side of global affairs...
but like my favorite quote from recent years,
regarding me being a foreigner,
"stealing" the language skills of natives...
       kevin spacey: well... i'm not exactly going
to, *******, am i?

   below?
         an abstract schematic i devised
                                solving a su doku puzzle...      


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