by now i know i'm not really adding much to the narrative - nothing to: quench the zeitgeist thrill or: pneumonia...
i cannot offer either an escape plan or some comforting trickle of wisdom - all the better: there's no blatant sentiment on my part for an escapism - as there's no fixation on transcendence -
same old two variations... but when i smoke a cigarette... and listen to purple people eater - cockfight... and there's some bourbon too... well... i bring gravity to entertain the function of feet: one minute perched on a windowsill (clenched buttocks sitting on a folded foot... the other dangling) -
with an interlude: i guess that's how i dance with gravity - a centipede on nicotine: quasi-numbing arithmetic of: pairs... infinite pairs of legs...
then sitting in a chair: crouched like a crow like a priest... no... not really... nothing more from me to sustain this narrative: elsewhere... dasein doesn't even work on me: oh sure... big concern for big h'america... the soviets never made it: somehow the chinese played the long-game and that shitaki hallucinogenic was brought in on the sly with a very subtle broth...
that's all i have... running dry on prospects for concern... out of sight: out of mind...
i very much like the idea (and experience) of being the last person in the house to deserve a bed and find sleep...
i am also very thankful that i am not old... and young enough to not feed into a vanity: but when someone might suggest: this is only a "word salad"... such friendships... i guess we were both competing... ahem... "competing" "artists"... if he could only have said something more... last time i checked though... there was no constructive criticism... nor did he mention any famous poets... we apparently wrote poetry... how i might have wanted to talk to him about some verse...
a fwendship that ended with: you should title your work... that psychiatric put-down the toothless Doug... thank god this friendship didn't end because of money... or a woman... instead over a disputed informality - tact - something this trivial: making the friendship trivial to begin with...
such that be the current wrath that feeds a speeding up the death of nostalgia... there can be no nostalgia in rewriting of history:
grandiosity of blistering words... otherwise it wouldn't be neu-history would it: something done by way of arbitrary: from the atheist collective tsunami back to sq. 1 of the resurgence of the individual:
like, somehow... the mind is an exclusivity of genius imposing the rule of thumb... sometimes though: it's not even a genius... at best it's a veneer masquerade... teasing tautology...
a beast at the froth... base insignia: it's hardly a black-*******... it's hardly a glimmering hammer & sickle... it's a greyish stone and scythe... but it's otherwise: the RED... primer... and guard... there was once talk of the white russians and the red russians...
i guess the french will be forever bleu... the cardinals are red... the bishops don ***** purple... how for all the meticulous additions to... "understood"? we revert back to... poet of amber poet of red poet of green...
ha! amber: reconsider! waver! red! full-stop! green: which is not blue: green is also envy... blue is high values... but you'd never... associate blue with: keep going... don't stop... even though... the river is blue: blue as water in a glass is "blue"... well... or that the sea is blue... enough area and depth and enough of the sun... the sky is blue... the earth is tinged with green outlets... otherwise... cinnamon lives matter? arabs don't matter... test of "conscience"...
the flag of estonia... blue black and white... the flag of lithuania: yellow, green and red... that prominent arab countries borrowed the white red and black borrowed from the empire prior to weimar republicanism...
otherwise the ordeal of man-made laws: one year the vogue - the next a limping outcast: a ***** colony starts from a whipping of jurisprudence... some said: a new normal...
edward the confessor, the normans and the anglo-saxon antithesis horde counter to: how i find underage girls unappealing... how you can only tell: a girl is not procrastinating her media influenced *** when... walking next to her... is a boy... and he's gaff... or he's riddling a concept of a bicycle... but you sort of have to pair them up...
if i were my old 21 year old self... and the hormonal fog had my mind in an iron maiden... and i was dating locally... without a plethora of geographical locations: one girlfriend from russia... one from australia... one from france... some spanish one-night-stand... a whole bunch of romanian / bulgarian advert friendly *****...
colt bite the buck and bucket... to think of *** like a swan: settling down... giving her a brand new kitchen... a pair of cats to pet... a very unreasonable son to try to shake off like a fizz in a drink: to open a can of coca-cola... if only later to drink some acid trip of stale: same partie...
couldn't the fate of yugoslavia come face to face with america? couldn't there be a sedation of states... if the polish lithuanian commonwealth could be nibbled out of existence... by 1, 2, tic-tac-toe partitioning... if mr gorbachev could fathom: peacefully: (a) ukraine... estonia... lithuania... the kazakh bazar...
couldn't... the great american juggernaut leave room for interpretation as to how there might have to be sedition states? solo texas... the north east coast could write a constitution of the states of sedation... it's not like america could ever become: wholesome... rye glamours... and remain intact: that it could! it could! for the desires of nostalgic posterity... unlike the grinding blunder... some minor concept of: "nation"- or -"state"...
past the calorie mark... ingesting the liquidrice like maple like crude moon-shim-shimminy-sheen: glued teeth together and: breaks the bone... having to crease the pain... and differentiate... otherwise: a flamboyant: tibia... walked a dog on a leash that was also (once) a hangman's noose... and he barked and jazzed a rhapsody of barking like there's no analogy for tomorrow!
no clue in on the game of: statutes... law... or synonyms... discretion of proofs - cold core concept of... that there was an idea of sniffing *******: when in fact... Kiev youths boast of sniffing glue...
because i couldn't possibly... leverage an act... if i were 34 and she was 21... and... oh... right... the fetish of the forbidden is missing... esp. in the digital medium: because when flesh is imposed upon flesh: and there's no... hormonal aurora... the kids keep their bias... jokes work best... some fake some russian trucker... and some parents who sought justice: **** and club of metal over the head... thus?! pristine and spaghetti retro-flex... spinning and spasms extra...
that man achieved poetry and nuance of language: that some words don't aid... vectors... that the ego is no ******* compass... copernican "west"? in the geocentric dimension... which is still somehow needed... otherwise? dream-big! heliocentrism and science-fiction!
- to sort of tinker with a layer of man's laws... and there's gravity... and then to ***** oneself with a constellation: because the united could never be as united as the yugoslav project: post-scriptum of the ottoman barber shop...
spooked bosnians: best beloved little europe avenue gashing with pauper blood of aristocrats of burgundy... the biggest shame came... when the blood was gushing from the guillotine: no one held an adventure into the jesus christ metaphor... no one sparked a drunkard **** of wine gurgling...
to read the law: somehow to read the thesaurus... balance bonkers of the synonym nuance...
or that other myopic extreme: some john dillinger, some greater extremity of new yorker blues: new york is like anything beside this standard of new amsterdam...
shooting dogs that aimed at skipping: three legged... unless that debilitating quote from mary shelley... and how the monster: proteus or caliban... in name alone... was to cite... tectonic urges... that there was a mr. caliban and a mrs. caliban... but that there's also a neuter lobster: ****-frenzy...
right now: to want to live in america... to want the custard... the fudge and marshmallow... to rewrite new york like: a bunch of people who love to eat in: who can cook... and the restaurant is... an overcooked platter of veggies...
the edible gurgling of post ad hoc lawyers... postmodernism of: that / this disused hammer without layers and tiers of nails born toward tables and stables...
no new bogus prospect: twisting original narratives: some cite dementia prone quid pro quo(tas)... this ordeal of... heaping together limbo: EISENHOWER: no ad lib. / verbatim: we will not churn out tea-leaves made into chewing gum... then we will! find! the lost avenue! of! digest-able chewy-chow-some!
- then we bring in the saxons-anglicised... and treat them to some disney... we'll subsequently huddle imitating hebrews: like the briton mongrels we are... we probably are a people of polyglots and polymaths... but under the present guise of history: we are celts and we are britons... there was the saxon invasion... there were the viking raids... there was the norman revision...
we the people... of the afghanistan of the north: minding arthur and "king"... we're not celts... unless having lived in scotland: one might tell the difference when someone accents the Gaelic theta: as a surd H... **** a t'ought... apostrophe (') = surd...
edinburgh nicknamed athens of the north... st. petersburg / amsterdam are both... venice of the north... of the former: seat of learning... i never like david hume's black swans... and if nietzsche is to make critique of kant: i.e. kant being the "philosopher" of bureocrats....
how does: the will to power end up? despotic bus drivers... POWER! with a missing will... yes... the most ordained with a silent mind are currently served up teases of tension... POWER! the bus driver is currently being served up a placebo amphetamine cocktail... he or she... can gesticulate at a heaven: deus est persona non grata...
the facemask "riddle": power to the cogs... leaving the sigma of the machinery in tatters... otherwise... a slowing-down mechanism... POWER! nietzsche is more a power-broker... a philosopher of daydreams and the overt-exercise of futility than Kant would ever become...
the bus driver... oh how i wished to heave a career of... winding clocks... daydreaming in automaton mode... but now... POWER! however futile... however that's ambitious in continental thought... on these shores it has to receive a new baptism of that... *******... pragmatism!
niqab star of david attache... the surgical face mask: the will to: what was forever available: petty power... limiting hierarchies: unit... power... power disguise... power of the drone chant... chatter... power towing limbo!
otherwise... kept guilty secret... 50ml of bourbon with some variant "contra" of butter scotch biscuits...
but there are the POWER brokers... what belittling POWER gains... and oh! god and the devil's ******* and pair of *******... how power can be exercised by bus drivers when... commuters are exacted with face masks... to stipend them with... a nuanced basis for discrimination...
trigger-happy devoid or... what's the difference between a bunch of autists... and sociopaths / psychopaths?
what's the difference between an autist and a sociopath? a schizophrenic sitting in between...
that i am? or merely: bilingual? america is bilingual ready! y'um hum hummatie y'ah!
napoleon and the grief of height: when the dating market evaluation is strictly: poisoning a borrowing of feuds: borrowing a friend of a friend of a friend... and that: stitching of a cow - having excavated the stomach for the ergonomics of a hot-air balloon...
because i had to be the bilingual the only child freak-oh... in the currency of the cited "times"... this is not a time: this is a space... a space is congested with such a people... but a time... a time would be congested with: the Pre-Raphaelites... a time could be congested with such... but we're talking about a space congestion... a ****** riddle of a rubber without skin... because there's... science fiction and... SPACE... as there's the "will" to POWER... and there will always be... the busdriver who doesn't enjoy driving a bus... because... there's the forever new rubric of: keeping up with a best forgotten attention & span...
ode to lionel nation - unlike speaking to my grandfather strapped to a dementia riddle cinema of memory: that there is a cinema of memory... that there's a concept of: lukewarm drunk...
that there's a basic of: yes... i know the best of my life... memories borrowed from aeons ago should the collective present hindering my selfish pursuit demand as too bourgeoisie:
******* anti-**** primo leisuring... some old variant some pseudo Yorick... m'ah neu adventure to somehow tow Fwýday... that the Vandals never came: bilingual...
extensive research into the communist doctrine of the: ******-rite of passage: the omni- nerve-ending focus of attention 15 minutes to a span....
borrowed themes... the same sort of agriculture... in the back of my mind: worship Warsaw... pursue a sacrificial "lamb": tease the paedo-dodo project... of man and king john and... whatever is a best nuance...
WE HAVE SUCH FORMAL TONGUE RIDDLES TO CHOKE ON... BSM YOUR WORTH A LEATHERY-SNIPPET... i hold sway on "leather" that's... cow intestines... trollop... a beheaded gorgon of slippery "details"..
i want to catch the posture of when english becomes mongol... Ukrainian riddled... this tongue requires of itself to be... loaned! completely! my humble Kiev... my Ukrainians born drunk at the Warsaw West... junction...
looks like the intelligence of the western world: can't sell words of Orestes... implying one might have just read a nibble... bo boast! the dot dot... and farming new! nuanced: punctuation markers!
the thrill... of having to ascend... the morning... knowing too well... how the air is scented... when prior the air was ravaged by rain... the details are left in the abstract: whatever reality is yours! it's yours... it your new dead-red project of... excating Beijing...
bewildering... how i never settled on sedating the English with a blues: Somalian; n'est ce pas?
it never rains nor does it shine... it's never culprit: it's never simply canadian: post-nationalistic in europe: albeit a post-nationalism of the state-collected... "europe": how... the greeks are... some variations of turkish...
i'm not here: the hagia sophia is also a... what is it? byzantine constipation / leveraging pride gimmick... esque special some variant of conundrum... mein auch!
i'd like to stroke a horse's mane... like i might... yet still find "unfathomable" to leave comparisons with... a violin detail.