i was going to write about how i made kolhapuri masala for a curry i made... and how i forgot one ingredient when writing about it and how i solved a sudoku puzzle to remind me of it... and something about... the men-yoroi... and details of a dream... but why detail all of that? after all... i reserve the content of dreams for myself... i dream so rarely: i rarely have a chance to ponder them... i hear about elaborate labyrinths of dream-walkers... and those people who have recurrent dreams... part envy part: ******* idiots... reflex not working... hell with a knee ****... the entire knee is missing! dream-walkers: ghost-limb extensions that some make a summary of: brain's ditto: ergo tweet! otherwise the real deal... the idea came with... a book... not just any book... the romford public library can blush... picked it up in edinburgh... sold at £28- the cheapest online? £60! well... itch... itch... behave... behave... it's not a shoe... or a pair! ha ha!
it's just a first edition... 1985... the anatomy of madness: volume 1 - people and ideas ed. by w. f. bynum, roy porter etc. tavistock publications for more information... please write to: 11 new fetter lane EC4P 4EE... east(ern)-central... believe me... no city in england is given a NW... or a SW... the greenwich treatment of... far far away in the "honk honk hanging with kong" or... whatever that sort of postcode is... i would say anything with E17 is probably Warsaw or Berlin... and hardly walthamstow...
if you're looking for the centre of the earth... otherwise please write to: 29 west 35th street NY 10001...
sometimes it's just necessary to hit a plank of wood with a spandex whip... or... bop around seemingly on the verge of drowning and misguide a bottled message... or... droll! what's a droll? curious or unusual in a way that provokes dry amusement; yes... hardly a doll.
might as well start calling it... Dickensian out-of-vogue: vogue etymological revival of... the victorian lexicon... being heavily influenced by... the attire of the empire being... that of saving the myth of rome... with... good manners... b.d.s.m. ****** parameters and... brandy drank... with some water... like... a frenchman would clean his palette when drinking an espresso...
the essay in mind? w. f. bynum & michael never: hamlet on the couch...
well so much for english jurisprudence: due process, innocent until proven guilty... and all that "jazz"... not under the flimsy / quasi-hippocratic "oath"... machado de assis: the alienist... you are always to be presumed mad: you have to be presumed sick... before you can be well... it's not like you are ever to be well... otherwise: how does a psychiatric logic work? yes... all those "metaphysical" conundrums...
point being: my new discovery of my rekindled ability to dream... is my new ****... my new privacy... how does hamlet on a couch matter? how about... dickens in an armchair? this is my alternative "doodle"... if a shakespearean character is lying on the couch... what am i to do? in passing "listen"... but doing nothing of the sort... instead... reading some dickens... and... having to finally... succumb the victorian common colloquial... i.e. of words: directly derived: etymologically from latin - and loaned into english... oh no... no romance concerning Charlemagne, the vikings, the saxons... the swabians or the dutch or the french... what victorian england spoke: having this phonetic encoding... less and less imperium romanus and more and more giuseppe belli sonnet slang...
cappuccino! e jjeerzera me diede un'antra stretta (last night she made me have another fit). credi che ffussi uno scorpione? eh ggiusto! era un pizzo d'un osso-de-bbaleno, che jj'ussciva cqui ggiu ffora der busto. (you really think it was a scorpion? yeah right, and not the piece of whale bone which stuck our of the corset that she wore)...
so much for ancient rome... so much so for victorian england... what would you call it these-days... if you started calling "it" a... 'lard-buff'?
as far as i am concerned: psychiatry is a branch of "medicine"... or rather... medicine has a tenctacle that reaches into the parts of hades that only wriggling worms get to chew on... and at that: you're not presumed innocent... you can't me... adverse logic: you have to be sick... therefore guilty... and how did ever... this loophole escape the grand justices of the crown? people pleaded insane: therefore guilty... but thereby somehow exempt... it's a satanic laugh i tell you... no other... no less...
you can't plead a case of law when facing an antithesis copernican plea of now standing up-side down in australia: or the black swan... or if caging a wallaby will ever bring you aid...
under english law: you are innocent... until proven guilty... under an extension of the hippocratic oath within the realm of: practice of psychiatry in england: you are sick... until cured... never can you be semi-well... and therefore treated... and by being treated... chances of you making a recovery? ha ha... chances of you becoming a spider in a web designed by learned men... lost in prefixes and suffixes and other sort of ******* of rubric terminology? oh hell! cudos! applause applause to you sir!
the hamlet on the couch is but a fraction of shakespeare... for which i prescribe only one course of action... some Dickens in an armchair... no other cure for it, sir... and dearest madam...
and oh! oh i almost "forgot"... why is it sourced as: woda (water) and wódka (*****)... such a close alliance... but no... it's not a drinking water... so much for water... what is mirror? lustro... well...perhaps it shouldn't be called for what it's called wódka: the ill-water... perhaps it should be called: pite-lustro... drank-mirror... well... it can't be called a verb and a past-particle of that verb: pić-lustro: in the present-particle of: to drink a mirror...
eh... nouns... loan words... no man's land... brothels and judases... easy targets... the bulk of the army hides waiting in grammar... unless... there's an army... of "gender neutral pronouns"... who wouldn't jump first and thirst for the idea... mannequins eerie: err west! the middle kingdom mantra began... no nukes... nukes are not economically viable... send em a bio-x-factor that the Y in XY will sooner or later want to forget: rather than forge... we **** poor but our women give the ****** of accelerated reproduction...
Xin said to Wae Wae: and that's how the Yang was brooded... and Chan said to Ezra: mind the Tao... please! and all other politico: tic-toc tic-toc some say it's *****... some say it's: lustrzyca... a mirroring-counter-effect... blind narcissus... my psychiatric ills: too many words Wilhelm! too many words! i need the pleb-lingo herr doktor helmut himmler! to: "fitz inz"!
oh y'as sizzor: scissor sir: wery ilz sez he'z... past the fever's crux 'n' zeniv sirs...
and of course... bad latin grammar... working from vide cor meum: and ad hoc... and a hiccup... and carpe diem... hic: this... diem: day est: is mea: mine... this day: is mine... or is it... hic diem: mea est! let's go with that... (because it just couldn't be ancestral language with modern english... this day: sure... is mine? n'ah n'ah'ah'ah)...
bad english into french can't be as bad as... good german into good english and a zeppelin shower... i.e. good english into bad french... because it's most probably going to be... good english into circa-good german... which is... always the rage of a pwoblem... you can write bad english into bad german... and good english into good german... but however you write good english into french: it will most probably become: bad french or... gascon...
hell: call it a burgundian appealing? it's a hush... elsewhere... a welshman... a kashubian... a ruthenian... hell... even a prussian!
sam weller would state, so: wis as whittle as: theta on the tip of the prefix with the whiff of: THis!