Dec 2017
i remember this: once upon in amsterdam,
i was travelling through europe
and spent two days there -
ended up in a hostel, shared a room
with two germans and one egyptian...
the egyptian had a bottle of ***** handy
and very much kept to himself,
i thought, **** me, what a Berber!
the first day i spent it with the germans...
deutsche deutsche spreschen
fraud- ger?
we had a meal talked
a bit, they ate the brownies,
i drank the beer...
they smoked some,
i drank some more...
it was all well and dandy until
we got back to the hostel,
the two germans bought some mushrooms
and sat in a completely dark room
with the television room,
watching family guy giggling
like virgins at a ***** word...
at this point i met eyes with the egyptian
and we almost had a telepathic conversation:
what a taste...
how about taking mushrooms
in the desert, or in a forest?
so next day we shared
each other's company,
he smoked, i drank,
but then he inclined for an opinion,
he said listen to this, and gave me a pair
of headphones...
prior to this he said: take a drag,
which i did...
never in my life did marijuana
become MDMA... i was litter Li ****,
mouth agape, eyes closed,
as if high on some ****** -
the song? le trio joubran's masar...
expression contorted into a silent ******...
we left the cafe with me laughing
in the street and me calling him brother...
to which he said: but i'm not your brother...
to which i replied: but you are man,
like me, aren't you?
maybe it was just a lesson in history,
feeling uncomfortable around germans
or maybe it was watching wasting a batch
of mushrooms stuck to a television set...
whatever it...
you only get the transcendental
moments, high on so little, tipsy,
opening your eyes while closing your
mouth and looking at a girl transfixed by
seeing something quiet impossible,
and then saluting her with a V in hand
and her saluting back with a V of the same
hand... as if walking through a mirror
while riding a chimera.
then again, what a ****** story...
but at least now i know where that expression:
we're not laughing, we're crying comes from...
exhibit a.
(
)
(
the reclining buddha of,
zee vat po of bangkok...
the eyes "cry" while the lips glee -
exhibit b.
)
(
)
the crescent moon of the eyes
matched with a terse lips -
such simple graphics to explain
the phrase: laughing when actually crying;
but then again, not exactly,
exhibit b. looks to me as an expression
of a pensive, meditative mind.
ah! but there is another word the germans
admire other than the word kurva
(yes, that ought to be chiselled with
a W, but an english speaker would confuse
that with a Ł, and it's not the old'e V for U) -
the germans love the effort of the trill and
the ledge behind it, as if falling off -
ßrać!
to ****...
no, not to take a ****, but in the process
of *******... ****'s going one place and one
place alone... down the toilet
but since i've used the ß (which is strange
given that it has no lowercase orthography)
there is no ledge after the r-,
the ledge is ß the cascade is -rać...
which also means that the ß is hardly
a sharp / acute S... but a prolonged S...
a sharp / acute S is actually polish (ś);
some words just have an appeal
far more reaching than a toned down
******...
i actually think i managed to perfect
writing to the ease of wiping your own aß -
which is also another word for ace,
yes,
it's far more productive to
study orthography than metaphysics -
but one thing bugs me...
this alt. right movement...
it would have been completely agreeable
to me, had it not descended into
the one lesson that should have been learned
after the right disintegrated and disappeared
for a while...
the "jewish question"...
you don't know a jew from a yew tree
unless you live next to one,
and take note that: not all are rich,
not all are powerful,
to me a jew is like any other average
joe at the bottom line...
i rejected the greek "judaism"
(christianity) because
to me, the church should have...
kinda kept a lid on the emergence
of the nag hammadi library,
esp. the gospel of st. thomas...
with this in the open, i find the vatican
library empty, i can romanticise it containing
any secrets if the gospel of st. thomas
reveals "christ" as nothing more than
a freak for playing chinese whispers -
p'shh p'shh squishy squishy... past it on...
esp. when opening the sunday
newspaper and reading an article
about how children are being taught
gender neutrality and trans-
this that and the other...
which to me, also originates in the gospel
of st. thomas, who's currently:
wrecking havoc in the supposed
"reconstruction" of christianity...
sorry... but i'm living... in a, ******* madhouse!
and there was only one option
from there: play along...
if the rest are losing it,
pretend that you're looking for something.
i was travelling through europe
and spent two days there -
ended up in a hostel, shared a room
with two germans and one egyptian...
the egyptian had a bottle of ***** handy
and very much kept to himself,
i thought, **** me, what a Berber!
the first day i spent it with the germans...
deutsche deutsche spreschen
fraud- ger?
we had a meal talked
a bit, they ate the brownies,
i drank the beer...
they smoked some,
i drank some more...
it was all well and dandy until
we got back to the hostel,
the two germans bought some mushrooms
and sat in a completely dark room
with the television room,
watching family guy giggling
like virgins at a ***** word...
at this point i met eyes with the egyptian
and we almost had a telepathic conversation:
what a taste...
how about taking mushrooms
in the desert, or in a forest?
so next day we shared
each other's company,
he smoked, i drank,
but then he inclined for an opinion,
he said listen to this, and gave me a pair
of headphones...
prior to this he said: take a drag,
which i did...
never in my life did marijuana
become MDMA... i was litter Li ****,
mouth agape, eyes closed,
as if high on some ****** -
the song? le trio joubran's masar...
expression contorted into a silent ******...
we left the cafe with me laughing
in the street and me calling him brother...
to which he said: but i'm not your brother...
to which i replied: but you are man,
like me, aren't you?
maybe it was just a lesson in history,
feeling uncomfortable around germans
or maybe it was watching wasting a batch
of mushrooms stuck to a television set...
whatever it...
you only get the transcendental
moments, high on so little, tipsy,
opening your eyes while closing your
mouth and looking at a girl transfixed by
seeing something quiet impossible,
and then saluting her with a V in hand
and her saluting back with a V of the same
hand... as if walking through a mirror
while riding a chimera.
then again, what a ****** story...
but at least now i know where that expression:
we're not laughing, we're crying comes from...
exhibit a.
(
)
(
the reclining buddha of,
zee vat po of bangkok...
the eyes "cry" while the lips glee -
exhibit b.
)
(
)
the crescent moon of the eyes
matched with a terse lips -
such simple graphics to explain
the phrase: laughing when actually crying;
but then again, not exactly,
exhibit b. looks to me as an expression
of a pensive, meditative mind.
ah! but there is another word the germans
admire other than the word kurva
(yes, that ought to be chiselled with
a W, but an english speaker would confuse
that with a Ł, and it's not the old'e V for U) -
the germans love the effort of the trill and
the ledge behind it, as if falling off -
ßrać!
to ****...
no, not to take a ****, but in the process
of *******... ****'s going one place and one
place alone... down the toilet
but since i've used the ß (which is strange
given that it has no lowercase orthography)
there is no ledge after the r-,
the ledge is ß the cascade is -rać...
which also means that the ß is hardly
a sharp / acute S... but a prolonged S...
a sharp / acute S is actually polish (ś);
some words just have an appeal
far more reaching than a toned down
******...
i actually think i managed to perfect
writing to the ease of wiping your own aß -
which is also another word for ace,
yes,
it's far more productive to
study orthography than metaphysics -
but one thing bugs me...
this alt. right movement...
it would have been completely agreeable
to me, had it not descended into
the one lesson that should have been learned
after the right disintegrated and disappeared
for a while...
the "jewish question"...
you don't know a jew from a yew tree
unless you live next to one,
and take note that: not all are rich,
not all are powerful,
to me a jew is like any other average
joe at the bottom line...
i rejected the greek "judaism"
(christianity) because
to me, the church should have...
kinda kept a lid on the emergence
of the nag hammadi library,
esp. the gospel of st. thomas...
with this in the open, i find the vatican
library empty, i can romanticise it containing
any secrets if the gospel of st. thomas
reveals "christ" as nothing more than
a freak for playing chinese whispers -
p'shh p'shh squishy squishy... past it on...
esp. when opening the sunday
newspaper and reading an article
about how children are being taught
gender neutrality and trans-
this that and the other...
which to me, also originates in the gospel
of st. thomas, who's currently:
wrecking havoc in the supposed
"reconstruction" of christianity...
sorry... but i'm living... in a, ******* madhouse!
and there was only one option
from there: play along...
if the rest are losing it,
pretend that you're looking for something.
