Jul 2020
does it always become a quest
to: pretend to play the violin...
when fiddling with one's beard?
esp... a best trimmed beard
self-trimmed outside of the confines
of the ottoman barber shop?
most probably...
this self-loving of owning a beard...
all this self-loving of...
keeping a tighter trim on
the ***** region in eden...
it's not like: i'm playing
with an advantage...
****-sure... not really...
but most certainly half the ****-envy
of a workaholic piston master
to pump pump and...
push a ring closure on
the matter...
it's just so easy when...
you can only tell the truth...
and my mother complains...
"verbatim":
'and how do you think i feel when
people talk about their children...
and i can't say anything about you...
and how do you think i feel when
they talk about their children
and i don't know what to say about you'...
'unless anyone asks...
and they are not inclined to talk to
me directly... tell them i exist'...
oh this sort of shame of conversation
visited the house today...
house: my prison...
2 hours pretending to be empty air
in the kitchen...
2 hours... perhaps teasing 3...
and my parents talked with
the parents of my contemporaries...
married: i don't know whether
happy... hell: i don't even know whether
left with: still interesting leftovers...
married though:
so life hijacked... moving on...
pristine relief from passing on...
the Dean Neil and Aaron...
and i'm like...
strapped to a corner of a kitchen
pretending to not be there...
i sat there... looked at clouds...
the lasted long enough...
playing rat...
then i took out the permanent ink
felt-tip...
and drew happy faces on plum tomatoes
on cans...
and angry faces on onions
yet to be peeled...
and i drew an imitation face...
on a milk bottle almost emptied and most
certainly gone south with mrs. sour...
like...
it was blur's: coffee and tv...
but... pig... sorry... big mistake...
the nose? i guess probably missing
in the original... mr. potato *******
a squiggly clean piglet...
coffee and tv...
take-over of guitarist singing...
the lead singer thinking of a...
stow-away project:
a bit like what happened
with system of a down...
so now i know... mother calls out:
MATTHEW...
मआफऊ (M-A-F-U)...
terrible prank of surds...
perhaps add 'ebrew...
(מַתִּתְיָהוּ)... sorry... no braille nikkud
of the ishraelites...
not ctrl + c / + p for...
Larry Tesler: either...
hidden vowels: (מתתיהו)
except for the "unexpected" (ו)...
works fine... (מתיה) - and of course...
this is not a place for trivial matters...
kibbutz / shurek...
the universe of yetzirah...
formation... who's inhabitants
are angels...
a pretty ***** antithesis angel sits
with a genius gizmo on one
of my shoulders... and a *******
devil on the other...
point being: i wasn't there...
so much for having to talk about me...
as one parent to another...
something to boast with...
something to bargain...
since... as some point...
people tend to exhaust their own...
self-orientating junctions of
webbing out...
to merely think isn't enough...
with the n.p.c. meme and what not...
res extensa matters as much...
that i am: coming to realise...
men can fathom the rex extensa
concept more: the heliocentric model
better than women...
and their: yes yes... they can have
their res cogitans model...
but also... that geocentric model of affairs...
i'm too a hot-head and a rod...
filled with brimming emotional spaghetti...
i sometimes think: last...
2 hours in the kitchen...
drawing angry comic faces on onions
and mild neuter faces on milk bottles...
i had to...
then i started to bewilder myself
by holding an egg in my hand...
a chicken egg: some variation of
a philosopher's stone...
and doodle i did... on this... favourite...
of an edible abortion...
i was so "crass" enough...
to itch... a quasi-giraffe donning...
a pseudo-shtreimel...
and a... bloated... chess-board...
and some variation of cubism:
an imitation orb / circle...
two lines and a line of "morse"...
and the thought...
perhaps the idea of a flat earth
is in no way an aid for...
reading a map... or g.p.s....
but what if: the currently ascribed to...
form... is... as its orbit... oval?
petty questions: requisite of doodling:
of encompassing time as much as passing
it... since... the space i occupy will
neither spontaneously implode...
or explode: for a libra "question"
of improving my toll...
or disproving my bogus inquisitiveness...
as being... a labour of innocence /
a labour of love... a labour or...
missing the concept of serious matters:
necessarily undertaken...
oh don't mind me...
who am i... to quest the question
of serious... study in science from
an angle of humanism...
i still think you need to keep oneself
humble.... beside copernican...
to navigate a car...
from england to poland...
via that spaghetti of towing-tie
and spaghetti of cement
surrounding Antwerp and the German
Rhine Valley precursor:
Dortmund... Essen... Duisburg...
the idea of "leveraging" truth...
no... lies... are worth leveraging...
given... fictive-esque inconsistencies...
truth is so *******...
it's... mono-dimensional:
uni- no-no-dimensional...
truth is a rude worth among...
peacocking liar...
hell: an ugly word...
and hell is... never:
a "dasein"... claustro-phobe-cluster:
lost of wit and ****...
besides... the already missing...
ridicule...
DASEIN (there being...
there's being) - godzilla vs.:
JETZTSCHAUSPIEL!
now "drama": spectacle...
and those... prischtine nails... d'ough done!
decipher...
a bottle of rice wine vinegar...
yep... the chinese ideograms...
disclaimer... hello poetry doesn't allow
chinese ideograms...
to read with chinese ideograms...
see here:
supposing i was "bored"...
"by the *****"...
and no... of course... no *****...
best of tutti-frutti... boom-balloon...
quicksilver and...
if i had time in a bottle...
sweet dreams are made of these...
choke-chin-and-chew a linking
up with those 3 million hong kong lottery
winners from the...
revival of the bright-and-bored...
hemp'yre... of the broadening
the wit of a brrr brrr...
water:
tablespoon:
teaspoon:
rice:
white:
vinegar:
chicken?
corn:
sliced:
common characters
in ingredient, marinade,
seasoning:
sugar:
https://allpoetry.com/poem/15276526-nothing-ever-happens-to-bachelors...-by-Matthew-Conrad-adult
me... mandarin and myopia...
me and chinese and: best luck with a concept
of ABC...
the crude sounds... and all these...
elaborations of phonetic encoding?
these games of matchsticks...
x-rays... and chopper-chop?
pretending to cope with a psycopathic
lost pretending for lord-over "cwue"...
but these crude syllables and sounds...
and all the rest of it... being allowed to...
decipher in liquid squid amount of acid
and other... digestive monstrosities...
best no good: no good...
that's best... no good... that's best...
no good: nothing working around
shadowing inhibitions...at best:
no good... this is the only good...
my miser self in stençil... like...
Liberace's closet carnival!
ooh.... yeah!
ha ha! ******* "anonymous"... ha!
to: pretend to play the violin...
when fiddling with one's beard?
esp... a best trimmed beard
self-trimmed outside of the confines
of the ottoman barber shop?
most probably...
this self-loving of owning a beard...
all this self-loving of...
keeping a tighter trim on
the ***** region in eden...
it's not like: i'm playing
with an advantage...
****-sure... not really...
but most certainly half the ****-envy
of a workaholic piston master
to pump pump and...
push a ring closure on
the matter...
it's just so easy when...
you can only tell the truth...
and my mother complains...
"verbatim":
'and how do you think i feel when
people talk about their children...
and i can't say anything about you...
and how do you think i feel when
they talk about their children
and i don't know what to say about you'...
'unless anyone asks...
and they are not inclined to talk to
me directly... tell them i exist'...
oh this sort of shame of conversation
visited the house today...
house: my prison...
2 hours pretending to be empty air
in the kitchen...
2 hours... perhaps teasing 3...
and my parents talked with
the parents of my contemporaries...
married: i don't know whether
happy... hell: i don't even know whether
left with: still interesting leftovers...
married though:
so life hijacked... moving on...
pristine relief from passing on...
the Dean Neil and Aaron...
and i'm like...
strapped to a corner of a kitchen
pretending to not be there...
i sat there... looked at clouds...
the lasted long enough...
playing rat...
then i took out the permanent ink
felt-tip...
and drew happy faces on plum tomatoes
on cans...
and angry faces on onions
yet to be peeled...
and i drew an imitation face...
on a milk bottle almost emptied and most
certainly gone south with mrs. sour...
like...
it was blur's: coffee and tv...
but... pig... sorry... big mistake...
the nose? i guess probably missing
in the original... mr. potato *******
a squiggly clean piglet...
coffee and tv...
take-over of guitarist singing...
the lead singer thinking of a...
stow-away project:
a bit like what happened
with system of a down...
so now i know... mother calls out:
MATTHEW...
मआफऊ (M-A-F-U)...
terrible prank of surds...
perhaps add 'ebrew...
(מַתִּתְיָהוּ)... sorry... no braille nikkud
of the ishraelites...
not ctrl + c / + p for...
Larry Tesler: either...
hidden vowels: (מתתיהו)
except for the "unexpected" (ו)...
works fine... (מתיה) - and of course...
this is not a place for trivial matters...
kibbutz / shurek...
the universe of yetzirah...
formation... who's inhabitants
are angels...
a pretty ***** antithesis angel sits
with a genius gizmo on one
of my shoulders... and a *******
devil on the other...
point being: i wasn't there...
so much for having to talk about me...
as one parent to another...
something to boast with...
something to bargain...
since... as some point...
people tend to exhaust their own...
self-orientating junctions of
webbing out...
to merely think isn't enough...
with the n.p.c. meme and what not...
res extensa matters as much...
that i am: coming to realise...
men can fathom the rex extensa
concept more: the heliocentric model
better than women...
and their: yes yes... they can have
their res cogitans model...
but also... that geocentric model of affairs...
i'm too a hot-head and a rod...
filled with brimming emotional spaghetti...
i sometimes think: last...
2 hours in the kitchen...
drawing angry comic faces on onions
and mild neuter faces on milk bottles...
i had to...
then i started to bewilder myself
by holding an egg in my hand...
a chicken egg: some variation of
a philosopher's stone...
and doodle i did... on this... favourite...
of an edible abortion...
i was so "crass" enough...
to itch... a quasi-giraffe donning...
a pseudo-shtreimel...
and a... bloated... chess-board...
and some variation of cubism:
an imitation orb / circle...
two lines and a line of "morse"...
and the thought...
perhaps the idea of a flat earth
is in no way an aid for...
reading a map... or g.p.s....
but what if: the currently ascribed to...
form... is... as its orbit... oval?
petty questions: requisite of doodling:
of encompassing time as much as passing
it... since... the space i occupy will
neither spontaneously implode...
or explode: for a libra "question"
of improving my toll...
or disproving my bogus inquisitiveness...
as being... a labour of innocence /
a labour of love... a labour or...
missing the concept of serious matters:
necessarily undertaken...
oh don't mind me...
who am i... to quest the question
of serious... study in science from
an angle of humanism...
i still think you need to keep oneself
humble.... beside copernican...
to navigate a car...
from england to poland...
via that spaghetti of towing-tie
and spaghetti of cement
surrounding Antwerp and the German
Rhine Valley precursor:
Dortmund... Essen... Duisburg...
the idea of "leveraging" truth...
no... lies... are worth leveraging...
given... fictive-esque inconsistencies...
truth is so *******...
it's... mono-dimensional:
uni- no-no-dimensional...
truth is a rude worth among...
peacocking liar...
hell: an ugly word...
and hell is... never:
a "dasein"... claustro-phobe-cluster:
lost of wit and ****...
besides... the already missing...
ridicule...
DASEIN (there being...
there's being) - godzilla vs.:
JETZTSCHAUSPIEL!
now "drama": spectacle...
and those... prischtine nails... d'ough done!
decipher...
a bottle of rice wine vinegar...
yep... the chinese ideograms...
disclaimer... hello poetry doesn't allow
chinese ideograms...
to read with chinese ideograms...
see here:
supposing i was "bored"...
"by the *****"...
and no... of course... no *****...
best of tutti-frutti... boom-balloon...
quicksilver and...
if i had time in a bottle...
sweet dreams are made of these...
choke-chin-and-chew a linking
up with those 3 million hong kong lottery
winners from the...
revival of the bright-and-bored...
hemp'yre... of the broadening
the wit of a brrr brrr...
water:
tablespoon:
teaspoon:
rice:
white:
vinegar:
chicken?
corn:
sliced:
common characters
in ingredient, marinade,
seasoning:
sugar:
https://allpoetry.com/poem/15276526-nothing-ever-happens-to-bachelors...-by-Matthew-Conrad-adult
me... mandarin and myopia...
me and chinese and: best luck with a concept
of ABC...
the crude sounds... and all these...
elaborations of phonetic encoding?
these games of matchsticks...
x-rays... and chopper-chop?
pretending to cope with a psycopathic
lost pretending for lord-over "cwue"...
but these crude syllables and sounds...
and all the rest of it... being allowed to...
decipher in liquid squid amount of acid
and other... digestive monstrosities...
best no good: no good...
that's best... no good... that's best...
no good: nothing working around
shadowing inhibitions...at best:
no good... this is the only good...
my miser self in stençil... like...
Liberace's closet carnival!
ooh.... yeah!
ha ha! ******* "anonymous"... ha!
