Mar 2018
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nietzsche was ****** and made mad for deeming kant's solitude as idiotic, based on his intellectual output... no wonder he found admirers akin to married men like heidegger who held their solitudes as based upon their duties, obligations... having read heidegger admirer nietzsche's solitude, he who ****** kant's solitude: look - a wriggling worm, turning in his grave... much easier to play the joker card of solitude when darting across europe, eh? much harder to play the solitude card, rooted in one place, being deemed more eccentric, than: MYSTERIOUS... that being said, i really only have to pose for a Y (sky below, a place in england and a place in poland), HH: chiral displacement... W: edinburgh; which kind of translates into the modern narrative of everyone calling everyone else stupid... i already desecrated the altar of the jews, in that, my "saviour" taught me nothing of the nature of "the", "father"... i guess (roman gematria) Y (25) + H (8) + H (∞) + W (23) means something... not to mention M (13), and of course little 11 with a little 3 and a big up 20 (λ, γ, Υ)... but i ask you... how many times, does it take a greek to hide iota? Θ (theta), one... Ξ(ksi), two... Φ (phi), three... Ψ (psi), four! ha! all it took the barbarians was a bot-pod.
you can tell of of israel, when the dome of the rock, falls.
never you mind, but don't have two
at the same time,
once upon a time i had locks,
long hair,
and the women used to say:
what girl wouldn't be envious to
have that sort of pony tail...
****... getting out of here...
and now, post scriptum the year
of maturing ****** *****,
i can appreciate men joking
about me having a beard:
don't worry, it's growing,
you can hear it rustling among
the tall grass when the wind blows...
but never, god forbid, you expose
both extensions...
it's either: long hair and no ******
*****, or it's ****** *****
and a roman / ottoman haircut...
******, coin flip!
heads or tails?!
and this is the part where
we cocktail insomnia with
that acute sense of ingesting
alcohol...
berserk frenzy of the type...
catch me on a spelling mistake
and i'll solve you:
643 825 719
579 164 382
128 973 645
396 512 478
754 698 123
281 347 956
815 436 297
432 789 561
967 251 834...
you can solve that,
i can tell you why it so HaPPeNs...
quantum grammar
name it whatever you like,
i'm already having to address
a revision of crypto-nationalism
beyond the anglo-franco sphere:
hell... load of **** is, really happening
in Poland...
i'd whip the leaders who
cling to their dead twins
and blame it all on russia,
and not the fog,
and not a drinking problem...
crypto-nationalism?
i'm in the trenches in a foreign land
using a parasitical tongue
while everything else is going
smoothly: to keep the memory
of the child i once was, intact...
that's crypto-nationalism to me...
yes yes, and i'll dance naked next
time you try to IMPLANT
A REGRESSION MEMORY
of a colonial past my body,
my is bound to: REJECT...
hell, should have seen her,
no six-pack of muscle, no 12 incher
and she was still bewildered
as to why that turned her on...
inflate the ego to an equivalent
of an acid trip with english lyrics,
aah... deflate it with finnish folk...
goes hand in hand...
and some were born adrenaline
***** monkeys,
and some were the ones
who: "apparently" elevated
conscious by digesting a fungus...
well... that's history
wrapped up for sure,
a nice christmas present,
all glittery and amnesiac of
anything that might have
happened in any century that
does not point toward
a rhetoric, namely:
the oddity of the area of European
land, not affected by the black plague...
is that like: people knew hygiene,
or really liked cats?!
stray dogs teach
stray man how to coexist...
i.e. share the burden...
you take the stray dogs away...
the homeless men are worse
off than if they were introduced
into a rehousing programme...
**** the bureaucrats pencil pushin',
hussling paper maches...
leave the stray dogs where
they are... the two will naturally
gravitate to each other...
but hey... if it's going to be
doggy Ritz all of a sudden,
and man: the push-over?!
i'm dry on what surprises
are coming...
vee'schtyrn e-u-rho-pa'h...
#crownprinceofsaudiarabiasenttosavetheboyracersofkensingtonhighstreet...
did i get something wrong?
always the man-child,
never the *******,
what ******* complex?
one ****** is poor
and "requires" psychiatric
intervention,
like a snail needs
canines,
while the other?
never played with matchbox.
what a ******* sour grape...
the patron saint of snowflakes;
who?
crown prince mohammed bin salman...
snowflake... yeah i know,
no chance of snow in the desert
as such, but once in a while...
ha ha... #welcome yada yada ditto....
but seriously... doing this *** puzzle
had me thinking about spelling...
HHa and HaH...
# (obviously) -
||| versus |/| vs.
|//
etc.,
this 2 dimensional
cube is, hyper-geometric,
because it's an implosion,
i.e. when it's 2 dimensional
it's an understanding of trigonometry...
when it's 3 dimensional it's an understanding
of geometry...
how would you represent
sine, cosine and tangens in 3 dimensional space?
but back to spelling...
stray dogs teach abandoned
men a freedom that no polity that discourages
strays to be free can ever teach
abandoned men
to reenter a polity...
in the east you can still
have a stray dog companion...
in the west?
crawl on all fours,
bark... and you might just
get into the Battersea Ritz!
(laid slabs on the roof of
the new extension) -
i've seen the "cages"
the strays have to endure...
very ******* far from
a Bombai ghetto, i have to admit...
maybe Paris Hilton wouldn't mind
though...
and always, this persisting
personification of inanimate objects...
i can understand a personification
of animals... but sausages?!
cabbages?!
i haven't smoked
anything but i says to him:
dude?! did that hammer just insinuate
i'm a nail?
blackout.
nietzsche was ****** and made mad for deeming kant's solitude as idiotic, based on his intellectual output... no wonder he found admirers akin to married men like heidegger who held their solitudes as based upon their duties, obligations... having read heidegger admirer nietzsche's solitude, he who ****** kant's solitude: look - a wriggling worm, turning in his grave... much easier to play the joker card of solitude when darting across europe, eh? much harder to play the solitude card, rooted in one place, being deemed more eccentric, than: MYSTERIOUS... that being said, i really only have to pose for a Y (sky below, a place in england and a place in poland), HH: chiral displacement... W: edinburgh; which kind of translates into the modern narrative of everyone calling everyone else stupid... i already desecrated the altar of the jews, in that, my "saviour" taught me nothing of the nature of "the", "father"... i guess (roman gematria) Y (25) + H (8) + H (∞) + W (23) means something... not to mention M (13), and of course little 11 with a little 3 and a big up 20 (λ, γ, Υ)... but i ask you... how many times, does it take a greek to hide iota? Θ (theta), one... Ξ(ksi), two... Φ (phi), three... Ψ (psi), four! ha! all it took the barbarians was a bot-pod.
you can tell of of israel, when the dome of the rock, falls.
never you mind, but don't have two
at the same time,
once upon a time i had locks,
long hair,
and the women used to say:
what girl wouldn't be envious to
have that sort of pony tail...
****... getting out of here...
and now, post scriptum the year
of maturing ****** *****,
i can appreciate men joking
about me having a beard:
don't worry, it's growing,
you can hear it rustling among
the tall grass when the wind blows...
but never, god forbid, you expose
both extensions...
it's either: long hair and no ******
*****, or it's ****** *****
and a roman / ottoman haircut...
******, coin flip!
heads or tails?!
and this is the part where
we cocktail insomnia with
that acute sense of ingesting
alcohol...
berserk frenzy of the type...
catch me on a spelling mistake
and i'll solve you:
643 825 719
579 164 382
128 973 645
396 512 478
754 698 123
281 347 956
815 436 297
432 789 561
967 251 834...
you can solve that,
i can tell you why it so HaPPeNs...
quantum grammar
name it whatever you like,
i'm already having to address
a revision of crypto-nationalism
beyond the anglo-franco sphere:
hell... load of **** is, really happening
in Poland...
i'd whip the leaders who
cling to their dead twins
and blame it all on russia,
and not the fog,
and not a drinking problem...
crypto-nationalism?
i'm in the trenches in a foreign land
using a parasitical tongue
while everything else is going
smoothly: to keep the memory
of the child i once was, intact...
that's crypto-nationalism to me...
yes yes, and i'll dance naked next
time you try to IMPLANT
A REGRESSION MEMORY
of a colonial past my body,
my is bound to: REJECT...
hell, should have seen her,
no six-pack of muscle, no 12 incher
and she was still bewildered
as to why that turned her on...
inflate the ego to an equivalent
of an acid trip with english lyrics,
aah... deflate it with finnish folk...
goes hand in hand...
and some were born adrenaline
***** monkeys,
and some were the ones
who: "apparently" elevated
conscious by digesting a fungus...
well... that's history
wrapped up for sure,
a nice christmas present,
all glittery and amnesiac of
anything that might have
happened in any century that
does not point toward
a rhetoric, namely:
the oddity of the area of European
land, not affected by the black plague...
is that like: people knew hygiene,
or really liked cats?!
stray dogs teach
stray man how to coexist...
i.e. share the burden...
you take the stray dogs away...
the homeless men are worse
off than if they were introduced
into a rehousing programme...
**** the bureaucrats pencil pushin',
hussling paper maches...
leave the stray dogs where
they are... the two will naturally
gravitate to each other...
but hey... if it's going to be
doggy Ritz all of a sudden,
and man: the push-over?!
i'm dry on what surprises
are coming...
vee'schtyrn e-u-rho-pa'h...
#crownprinceofsaudiarabiasenttosavetheboyracersofkensingtonhighstreet...
did i get something wrong?
always the man-child,
never the *******,
what ******* complex?
one ****** is poor
and "requires" psychiatric
intervention,
like a snail needs
canines,
while the other?
never played with matchbox.
what a ******* sour grape...
the patron saint of snowflakes;
who?
crown prince mohammed bin salman...
snowflake... yeah i know,
no chance of snow in the desert
as such, but once in a while...
ha ha... #welcome yada yada ditto....
but seriously... doing this *** puzzle
had me thinking about spelling...
HHa and HaH...
# (obviously) -
||| versus |/| vs.
|//
etc.,
this 2 dimensional
cube is, hyper-geometric,
because it's an implosion,
i.e. when it's 2 dimensional
it's an understanding of trigonometry...
when it's 3 dimensional it's an understanding
of geometry...
how would you represent
sine, cosine and tangens in 3 dimensional space?
but back to spelling...
stray dogs teach abandoned
men a freedom that no polity that discourages
strays to be free can ever teach
abandoned men
to reenter a polity...
in the east you can still
have a stray dog companion...
in the west?
crawl on all fours,
bark... and you might just
get into the Battersea Ritz!
(laid slabs on the roof of
the new extension) -
i've seen the "cages"
the strays have to endure...
very ******* far from
a Bombai ghetto, i have to admit...
maybe Paris Hilton wouldn't mind
though...
and always, this persisting
personification of inanimate objects...
i can understand a personification
of animals... but sausages?!
cabbages?!
i haven't smoked
anything but i says to him:
dude?! did that hammer just insinuate
i'm a nail?
blackout.
