looking at Sergei Skripa...
i know what you're thinking?
     where, the ****,
is the glam worthy manifesto
of t-rex?!
              has that little
man-pouch on him
like he's about to sell apples
at slavic bazar
selling apples!
what is spying outside
of politics?
       just tell the others how
the common man is doing
in the country of interest...
shaken, not shtirred?!
**** on me! ha ha!
             a family and all...
it's not like he was cracking
the enigma machine,
not autistic enough for
that sort of task,
   in the age of cold war II
and proxy wars...
         the u.s.a. has had its take
on proxy wars,
  korea, vietnman,
afghanistan and iraq,
the latter two both failures...
and to have seen the march
of authentic democracy in
the streets...
        holding up placards in
braille:
            some say it's even
scottish, and show-nee...
      shýsh-kee'báb'īsh...
     over-doing it? i know, nod nod...
yup yup... dog licking
it's own testicles...
            a ******* milkshake
worth of events...
      because the locals...
  never make spaghetti out
of the tongue they inherit,
        they inherit a tongue
that they never learn...
          no point inheriting
a language that disintegrates into
urban slang anyway...
    about to relearn, and enforce
red = red, quasi-red i.e. crimson
to take back from slang
the order of a sabbath peace...
i'm least bothered about
anything beind "gender fluid"...
whatever the hell that
means...
            grammar fluidity
is me banging my head against
the innumerable ciphers
in place to constitute an urban
environment...
                          of talking...
   up to a point, and then you just
can't keep up...
         the scary part comes in
the form of people in their early
30s and late 30s still adhering
to using urban ciphers...
           the point of urban ciphers
stems from the english
c.c.t.v. culture...
                   people use ciphers
to ensure that the deaf lip-reading
watchers can't pick-up
on what's being said...
believe me that i once talked to
a nurse on the tube, excusing myself
not keeping eye-contact with her
but rather looking at her lips
saying: sorry, but i can't hear
what you're saying, can i read your
mouth?
          she agreed.
             so we talked.
      the **** is spying then?
           from the looks of it,
me and my double-D 32 *****-****
worth of eyes
    looks back at country of origin...
no colonial past,
   wedged in between
germany and russia...
              the muslim scythe of
the moon will find it hard to
get past certain criteria...
                    i hope i'm wrong...
   unless i'm proven wrong...
and then i'm wrong...
but can you even imagine
    james bond with a wife and kids?
selling? selling what?
pineapple juice?!
                    until this obnoxious
me doesn't get the full picture,
this obnoxious me, never will...
            every time i drink i fancy
myself gambling, with a threshold
of irritable reaction to something
being inanimate...
              unable to perform
a telekinesis...
     reaching as far as far back
   as the 1960s american lectures
on zen...
                  not one i've heard,
        mentions the taoist school;
it always felt like an easy escape route
into the orient, mid-20th century,
to cling to a buddha...
                         who's apparently
the only one who "existed"...
            but no clear talk of tao...
    what an easy escape into oriental
philosophy:
  the whole - 'you don't exist' argument
only works among people,
with larage populations...
     what works in china,
can't work in america...
      even with 300+ million
the superficiality argument of
"an" existence countered with
the existence of, cannot be
countered effectively...
            given the numbers...
               take buddha
      to the faraoe islands
and let him recite his lesson there...
**** in the wind...
              this robbing of the living
organism its subjective impetus
that translates into objectivity
is: well... not a great cocktail
in the shadow of a crucifix...
                somewhere nearer would
seem twice as effective...
             you can't exactly demand
products made in china
with oriental philosophy...
                  thought in china:
applied in china...
                        because what's original
about applying: thought in china,
exported to europe?
                  the chinese, sure as ****
didn't export their ideas beyond
the great wall...
              and it's not like
the europeans even robbed them,
they just ***** themselves with
the ideas...
                              in the current year?
the only "white privilege"
is an attempt to get away with
plagiarism...
             ever since the nag hammadi
library emerged, unearthed
by an egyptian shepherd,
  the western world has folded
its hands into an akimbo pose...
            repeating the word: dunno.
i can't un-see the nag hammadi script,
and not see parallels breeding
in the current discourse within it...
     ha... and to think there's
the fantasy of a james bond,
    and the reality, of a car-boot sale
wanderer, and pencil pusher.