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Mar 2018
unless i know not of the saxon
proverb,
let me spell it out in latin
innocentes prior reus...
well... the earth is suddenly flat...
            "all of a sudden"...
in that?
                 the earth rises prior
to the sun....
                       **** the elaboration
of the physical sciences...
        i want: the grit, grind,
             and gravel of what a handshake
ought to be: free from the inadequacy      
of children...
                    and the erotica of lies!
very much akin to wearing masks...
                     only leeches manage
to craft their material possessions
via short-scripts...
      mostly egyptians, which the arabs
shouldn't trust...
      why? because of:
if you ever had a grandma:
cesur alemdaroğlu (the janissary beauty
of non-turkish origin),
  and... my my my, my...
      sühan korludağ...
                   petty blonde petty please...
deaf ears... donkey was whipped...
still didn't buge over the hallucinatory
carrot....
                     b'ah! b'ah!
              loves and leisures lost
to what could have been readied labours!
               stuttering goat.
topsy... turvy... arabica spreschen...
                you are not
guilty, until proven
innocent, but then again,
mob ruke law to shove pawn:
                reus prior innocentes...
            you are now, unfortumately
european...
   you are: guilty until proven innocent...
rather than innocent until
proven guilty....
                 east comes west,
or rather: west prior to all east
other than hiroshima...
          oh now they tell you they're
paranoid about the power,
hiroshima and nagasaki wasn't enough...
testing in the pacific just about did...
get me off, this ******* asylum island!
              upside-down...
             does it really matter these days
to attach oneself to a history?
                   unless it doesn't weight in one
on one with a cinema framnchise?
              as far as i am concerned
the english speaking world can forget the:
innocent until proven guilty
jurisprudence ethos....
                           and the revision being?
you're guilty,
                  whatever proof there is,
is only worth relegation to
2nd tier medicine...
                          either an escape route
via philosophy,
                      or going mad
via zoology...
                          let it be known though:
innocent until proven guilty
  is an argument, dead in anglo-saxon
jurisprudence...
                   #time's up
                 #metoo... etc. etc.,
                  just making sure you know
how anglo-saxon jurisprudence was
inverted into a continental model...
                  of passing laws...
             you're guilty,
               18 years in prison and they're
still debating whether you're safe to
be reintroduced into society...
                           on the basis of:
****... we have made a false incarcertaion...
              good luck... adios!
don't look at me,
         i'm the son who earned the money
and gave it to his mother,
but didn't bother to paint her kitchen with
fresh canary hues...
                           i'm the one:
who will ultimately reveal
        the current times,
by allowing myself to wash my hands clean
of the matter, akin to pontius pilate;
let, the games, begin.
Mateuš Conrad
Written by
Mateuš Conrad  36/M/Essex (England)
(36/M/Essex (England))   
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