ooh spooky stuff...
but i really want to un-see
seeing a fluorescent
U.F.O.,
and the garmr (hell hound)
in sanity Sim Village
outer-rim of a forest...
no thanks...

did i take any pictures?
you're crazy or something?
do i ******* look
like the next
   brian jonestown massacre
   disciple?
i want to drink my whiskey,
and listen to my
******* mix-tape...
the fact that i saw these things...
and with due process
am, considered mentally ill...
so what the ****
are you doing with the transgender
movement dehumanizing
women?!
          they once thought that
homosexual were making fun
of women aging...
what about now?!
you're pandering to these madmen
while also allowing the
rightfully mad P.T.S.D. screeches
to run the ******* show!
the first snippet of a newspaper
i stuck to my wall...
the Polak 200,000+ strong
independence march...
while Western Europe was
doing... whatever Western Europe does
these days...
           ever listen to an Italian
speak Polak?
           or a Spaniard?
or an Englishman?
       all... stand out like a sore
thumb...
how do you expect the Afghans
to speak this language?!
not all Polaks speak English...
   ****'s sake... i couldn't and wouldn't
learn the squiggly lines
of Arabic phonetic encoding....
back in England:
a competent use of the English
tongue... sure thing Kaiser...
but... you... seriously think...
that you can accommodate these migrants...
by teaching all the Polaks...
English?
so you can shuffle the Afghans about?!
all the Polaks are like...
the **** do i need to learn
English for?
what?! so i can interact with
an Afghan migrant?!
you stupid or just pretending
to be stupid?
English really is an easy tongue
to acquire... given the number
of hidden diacritical / grammatical
variations of its applied usage...
me? i vary... i'm always
suspicious of the people who
find me bound to Essex,
but not speaking the Orange-man
accent associated with
Essex-orange-girl-fake-suntan
*******...
   national stereotypes...
you know... like the mid-west
is just brimful of ****** leather-face
byproduct familial bonds...
            two points of closure...
i didn't want to see that U.F.O.,
so much so that i'm writing about it...
and no... even if there was
a video... i'd delete it...
and that garmr (Welsh,
for hell-hound)...
   in the woods chasing a rabbit...
like i once said:
i couldn't have hallucinated
the ******* rabbit...
there are plenty of rabbits
in these woods...
      i didn't film that either...
   why?
   language, when faced with
an over saturation of images,
language, when faced with words
being treated as images, or logos
(no, not the Greek logos...
the plural of logo)
has to return to the Semitic,
the primitive...

  ****'s sake... is this always going
to be a story of the Semitic
skeletal abstraction...
X-ray...
      to counter the ******* pyramids
and hieroglyphics?!
that time when Δ... implied
jack-****... let alone the concept
of a triangle, or Pythagoras,
or the subsequent letter D...
within the verb-motif of do?
that time... old as a dinosaur's ****...
and the world to boot...

well with the whole Emoji
enterprise... i'm not surprised...
but i simply can't be sympathetic
to the Alistair Crowley take
on things, siding with the stability
of civilization originating
in ancient Egypt...

phonetic encoding...
the passage of meaning can't employ
images, shapes
as the penetrating scaffold of
a concept of: forward...
the Semites understood this...
which other civilizations
later borrowed...
   this... T, H, I, S...
this is X-ray "vision"...
              i see a heart,
a pompous muscle that invokes:
i do not stop, i do not stop,
i do not stop mentality...
but i see... H, E, A, R, T...
   the Semitic antithesis of
the oldest civilization's
phonetic encoding...
     the "X-ray"...
         is what propelled us forward!

the fact that we've traveled for so long,
and with this slumbering knowledge,
to only regress back into
quasi-hieroglyphs, with something
akin to :)?

seriously?!
  for all the carousels of suns and planets
and moons in orbit...
we've been standing still...
all this ****** time!
like...
   a queue under communism...
in a shop... to exchange
food stamps for a cube of butter!
for ****'s, sake!

no... i don't want proof...
   i don't want to be believed...
the ontological schematic
of a conversion from negation
to belief is too much for me
to attempt...
  on anyone, which also includes
myself...
   i'm not doing it...
best for everyone and everything
to be mediated by
a recurrence of thought,
and of doubt...
after all... whatever philosophy is,
it most certainly is
a recurrence, but also the original
posit of / for inquisitiveness...
and that's hardly a matter
of awe, are Aristotle noted.

i.e. when in doubt? think!
why?
     well... who are the sophists?
who can succumb
to the choking mechanization
of: when in denial? think?
when in denial? talk!
also...
   the church preachers...
when faithful? talk!