Oct 2017
i always find that one can still find a worthwhile bit of verse at night, provided one dips into daytime writing, as i also find not having written anything during the day, makes verses conjured in the night: a slightly (to be ironically mild) desperate endeavour.
to begin from where i left off...
why do i make such large portions when cooking?
ah... the fact that my breakfast consists of
two glasses of milk, and that i only eat once
a day, it's nonetheless inexcusable -
which ends up with me feeling like a boa
with about two weeks worth digestion and sleeping
like a cat,
although i'm starting to think,
given that serpents do not have eyelids
(which in reality a much more evil curse upon
the serpent of eden who was told to slither) -
but saying that, i think that once the serpents
have feasted, they are allowed to sleep,
even if they don't have eyelids,
perhaps as perfectly adapted as bears in
hibernation, but i'm suspicious of the notion
that once a serpent has began digesting its food
it falls asleep for two or however many weeks
it takes to digest a prey...
me and my giant homemade hamburgers
and homemade chips?
i asked myself the question:
how do you actually cut up a potato to make
the perfect chip? sideways first, about the thickness
of a pinky finger, and then horizontally,
the ol' chippie down the road can't beat these
mean spuds, sprinkled with paprika and
cajun pepper, salted and... booyakasha!
oh, and they have to be cooked slowly, i mean,
slowly... obviously adding a bit of olive oil...
but after eating this meal i felt bloated,
so i had to come up with an answer to ensure
i could feel a slight tickle of ms. amber in
my stomach, so i walked it off for an hour,
easing out farts, which was a good sign...
made it through the english suburban maze
of windy streets, and found myself:
perfectly sound...
in the hamburgers? beef, gouda cheese,
lettuce, fresh tahmahtees, pickled cucumbers,
pickled chillies, fresh spanish onions,
slightly toasted buns, and two sauces:
a hamburger sauce + sweet mustard...
brilliant combo;
but that's the boring, i guess the interesting
bit is that the sky is murky rather than overcast
and there's a full moon visible as if
addressing you from behind a hookah pipe...
if ever there was a night for strolling along
not looking for a caterpillar, it was tonight;
the obvious religious sudoku,
and no, i don't buy the ******* that you can
call no. 9354 (in the times supplement)
difficult, or mild, as it sometimes happens,
not with 1/9 of the squares being completely
blank! that **** is fiendish, i just proved
the point solving no. 9359 (difficult) -
only aided by killing a few brain-cells during
interludes of watching pop vlog videos,
some static music videos,
and the more i drank the more i became
impressed with the effort,
at one point inserting an obvious 7 into a square
making a face of a ****** exclaiming:
better get a pair of glasses you dummy!
so that's what i found: blind-spots in sudoku,
sure there's some logic behind it,
but in the blind-spots just frustrate,
and frustrate, and irritate.
the whole:
either 1 or 7 | 2 5 8 4 9 | either 3 or 6
1, 3, 6, 7
didn't help, but ms. amber sharpshooter
later, and some youtube vlog video about
drunk advice or how to do make up,
and i finished the **** puzzle feeling
like someone injected me with steroids;
while some famous rich dummy complained
about the perils of mixing ******* with
alcohol... how about i teach you about
the not so perilous adventure of nicotine &
alcohol, high enough for just a tiny bit,
making hitting the "low": a smirking endeavour,
self-satisfying, if not self-congratulating:
to the last sip.
obvious some sort of bookish reference culminated...
yeah... the hebrew *sefirot diagram...
i looked at it, started swaying for a bit
and then came with an answer...
fool be he who aims at the keter (crown)
in this entire schematic, for the sefirot
is a schematic (apologies for the paraphrasing
away from diagram, but sometimes
you just have to sharpen the tools) -
the most famous e.g.?
look who's hanging at golgotha...
he who claims a crown over but one of
the other elements of the schematic,
has not understood the dynamism between
keter & malkhut (kingship) -
crowns are put on both kings and fools,
notably alan ginsberg in prague in the 1960s...
see how the two relate?
the real trinity embedded in the sefirot
is based, primarily, upon wisely disregarding
both keter & malkhut in terms of:
i'm aiming for that,
no! always with a genesis always with a beginning
and always revising that beginning,
only at one's peril desire the ultimate crown
and the ultimate kingship, which belongs
to death alone...
the sefirot can only be understood on
the base of yesod, i.e. foundation...
after all, you have: binah (understanding),
chokhmah (wisdom), gevurah (strength),
chesed (love), tiferet (beauty),
hod (splendor) & netzach (victory) to choose
from, or if not by choice,
then by the slow realisation of
not known the yesod (foundation) endeavoured
upon, to have gained
either the prize (keter) of said attributes,
or the authority (malkhut) of said attributes...
and this could be best described in secular
terms as the formulation of unconscious drives...
me? i crafted the combination
based on yesod -
i made it my foundation to stress my capacity for
gevurah (strength)... and it would have
been just that, but my efforts in verse
were acknowledged with the compliment of
tiferet (beauty) from the least of expected
of places... the mouth of a former lover:
god give peace unto her turbulent soul;
for i known i can't be king of wisdom,
nor of understanding,
nor all other attributes...
hence the foolishness, in kantian terms,
and the sefirot has kantian elements in it,
i can already see
that keter is an a priori term -
and that malkhut is an a posteriori term...
first comes the crown, then comes
the kingship...
i can't see how
it can be sensible any more to reverse that,
i.e. malkhut is an a posteriori term,
while keter is an a priori term...
it's illogical to think the latter, since we already
known what sort of crown,
and what sort of throne precipitated into
history...
and why is it that these self-lacerating
attacks akin to christianity do indeed dare
to mention the men as "mentally unwell" -
do you even know how castrating that terminology
is? they're crusaders of the wake-up call...
because if you call the other group by
the term jihad "warrior" the moral boost it gives
them? no one calls them mentally ill,
but suddenly someone comes along and
is included in the "mentally deranged category"
grouped with anxiety-prone teens,
depressed teenage girls, socially-shy schizophrenics,
and the rest of the psychotic brady bunch?
i look at these cases and think of vanilla ice...
these other guys, these crusaders?
you can't call one the jihad martyrs
and the other: enigmas of the fruition
of the castrato complex "losers"...
losers? losers work part time jobs or
whatever category of existence might tick
all the boxes of the criteria...
there's still no proper term for it,
but this self-mutilating culture of christianity
began with a man riding into jerusalem
on a donkey... so donkey's years...
the more the media smears them as that,
the more secular "identities" are attributed
to certain instances of their emergence,
the more it agitates the next psychotic wasp
hive of swarming thoughts in an another "loser"...
when behring breivik did what he did,
the russian nationalists encored him as a hero...
and i still don't know why the message
he sent was such an "enigma"...
pay up for your decadence or your
children (of the ruling class) get it...
sometimes these real world commentaries
of events that have happened are
so unnecessary in my part of the world,
they are there because these events happened...
even though we bypassed the publishing
authorities,
it has just become a case of
**** vitro in domus vitro -
which is why i never intended to make any
internet profiling based upon the faux pas of façade.
to begin from where i left off...
why do i make such large portions when cooking?
ah... the fact that my breakfast consists of
two glasses of milk, and that i only eat once
a day, it's nonetheless inexcusable -
which ends up with me feeling like a boa
with about two weeks worth digestion and sleeping
like a cat,
although i'm starting to think,
given that serpents do not have eyelids
(which in reality a much more evil curse upon
the serpent of eden who was told to slither) -
but saying that, i think that once the serpents
have feasted, they are allowed to sleep,
even if they don't have eyelids,
perhaps as perfectly adapted as bears in
hibernation, but i'm suspicious of the notion
that once a serpent has began digesting its food
it falls asleep for two or however many weeks
it takes to digest a prey...
me and my giant homemade hamburgers
and homemade chips?
i asked myself the question:
how do you actually cut up a potato to make
the perfect chip? sideways first, about the thickness
of a pinky finger, and then horizontally,
the ol' chippie down the road can't beat these
mean spuds, sprinkled with paprika and
cajun pepper, salted and... booyakasha!
oh, and they have to be cooked slowly, i mean,
slowly... obviously adding a bit of olive oil...
but after eating this meal i felt bloated,
so i had to come up with an answer to ensure
i could feel a slight tickle of ms. amber in
my stomach, so i walked it off for an hour,
easing out farts, which was a good sign...
made it through the english suburban maze
of windy streets, and found myself:
perfectly sound...
in the hamburgers? beef, gouda cheese,
lettuce, fresh tahmahtees, pickled cucumbers,
pickled chillies, fresh spanish onions,
slightly toasted buns, and two sauces:
a hamburger sauce + sweet mustard...
brilliant combo;
but that's the boring, i guess the interesting
bit is that the sky is murky rather than overcast
and there's a full moon visible as if
addressing you from behind a hookah pipe...
if ever there was a night for strolling along
not looking for a caterpillar, it was tonight;
the obvious religious sudoku,
and no, i don't buy the ******* that you can
call no. 9354 (in the times supplement)
difficult, or mild, as it sometimes happens,
not with 1/9 of the squares being completely
blank! that **** is fiendish, i just proved
the point solving no. 9359 (difficult) -
only aided by killing a few brain-cells during
interludes of watching pop vlog videos,
some static music videos,
and the more i drank the more i became
impressed with the effort,
at one point inserting an obvious 7 into a square
making a face of a ****** exclaiming:
better get a pair of glasses you dummy!
so that's what i found: blind-spots in sudoku,
sure there's some logic behind it,
but in the blind-spots just frustrate,
and frustrate, and irritate.
the whole:
either 1 or 7 | 2 5 8 4 9 | either 3 or 6
1, 3, 6, 7
didn't help, but ms. amber sharpshooter
later, and some youtube vlog video about
drunk advice or how to do make up,
and i finished the **** puzzle feeling
like someone injected me with steroids;
while some famous rich dummy complained
about the perils of mixing ******* with
alcohol... how about i teach you about
the not so perilous adventure of nicotine &
alcohol, high enough for just a tiny bit,
making hitting the "low": a smirking endeavour,
self-satisfying, if not self-congratulating:
to the last sip.
obvious some sort of bookish reference culminated...
yeah... the hebrew *sefirot diagram...
i looked at it, started swaying for a bit
and then came with an answer...
fool be he who aims at the keter (crown)
in this entire schematic, for the sefirot
is a schematic (apologies for the paraphrasing
away from diagram, but sometimes
you just have to sharpen the tools) -
the most famous e.g.?
look who's hanging at golgotha...
he who claims a crown over but one of
the other elements of the schematic,
has not understood the dynamism between
keter & malkhut (kingship) -
crowns are put on both kings and fools,
notably alan ginsberg in prague in the 1960s...
see how the two relate?
the real trinity embedded in the sefirot
is based, primarily, upon wisely disregarding
both keter & malkhut in terms of:
i'm aiming for that,
no! always with a genesis always with a beginning
and always revising that beginning,
only at one's peril desire the ultimate crown
and the ultimate kingship, which belongs
to death alone...
the sefirot can only be understood on
the base of yesod, i.e. foundation...
after all, you have: binah (understanding),
chokhmah (wisdom), gevurah (strength),
chesed (love), tiferet (beauty),
hod (splendor) & netzach (victory) to choose
from, or if not by choice,
then by the slow realisation of
not known the yesod (foundation) endeavoured
upon, to have gained
either the prize (keter) of said attributes,
or the authority (malkhut) of said attributes...
and this could be best described in secular
terms as the formulation of unconscious drives...
me? i crafted the combination
based on yesod -
i made it my foundation to stress my capacity for
gevurah (strength)... and it would have
been just that, but my efforts in verse
were acknowledged with the compliment of
tiferet (beauty) from the least of expected
of places... the mouth of a former lover:
god give peace unto her turbulent soul;
for i known i can't be king of wisdom,
nor of understanding,
nor all other attributes...
hence the foolishness, in kantian terms,
and the sefirot has kantian elements in it,
i can already see
that keter is an a priori term -
and that malkhut is an a posteriori term...
first comes the crown, then comes
the kingship...
i can't see how
it can be sensible any more to reverse that,
i.e. malkhut is an a posteriori term,
while keter is an a priori term...
it's illogical to think the latter, since we already
known what sort of crown,
and what sort of throne precipitated into
history...
and why is it that these self-lacerating
attacks akin to christianity do indeed dare
to mention the men as "mentally unwell" -
do you even know how castrating that terminology
is? they're crusaders of the wake-up call...
because if you call the other group by
the term jihad "warrior" the moral boost it gives
them? no one calls them mentally ill,
but suddenly someone comes along and
is included in the "mentally deranged category"
grouped with anxiety-prone teens,
depressed teenage girls, socially-shy schizophrenics,
and the rest of the psychotic brady bunch?
i look at these cases and think of vanilla ice...
these other guys, these crusaders?
you can't call one the jihad martyrs
and the other: enigmas of the fruition
of the castrato complex "losers"...
losers? losers work part time jobs or
whatever category of existence might tick
all the boxes of the criteria...
there's still no proper term for it,
but this self-mutilating culture of christianity
began with a man riding into jerusalem
on a donkey... so donkey's years...
the more the media smears them as that,
the more secular "identities" are attributed
to certain instances of their emergence,
the more it agitates the next psychotic wasp
hive of swarming thoughts in an another "loser"...
when behring breivik did what he did,
the russian nationalists encored him as a hero...
and i still don't know why the message
he sent was such an "enigma"...
pay up for your decadence or your
children (of the ruling class) get it...
sometimes these real world commentaries
of events that have happened are
so unnecessary in my part of the world,
they are there because these events happened...
even though we bypassed the publishing
authorities,
it has just become a case of
**** vitro in domus vitro -
which is why i never intended to make any
internet profiling based upon the faux pas of façade.
