chopping two heads of garlic for: however long that might have lasted - each tooth cut into a fine matrix of miniature cubes - cut to the point where a fattiness oozes from each garlic tooth: sticky saliva-esque ('l) and it's not... the kind that comes bursting with onions spitting venom - how bewildered to be answering the door when a delivery man has just dropped a package and you've also... just been cutting onions... a tear that has to transcend both grief, happiness and pangs of beauty - the garlic? the feel of fingers after having fingered and slobbered and come glutton on the equivalent of **** and a devil's dozen of oysters - a recipe for pickled cucumbers: that they were cucumbers that would become gherkins... yes... thinly sliced 4kg of cucumbers to 1kg of sugar... this and that: some curry powder... left in 2tbsp of salt to gush with brine... and then... the pasteurißation process - fudge packed into jars... the lids not fully twisted on... some breathing room - "baked" in an oven at 120 degrees for less than an hour... taken out... the lids firmly ******* on... then the jars flipped upside down to stand... for safe-keeping... to boil the impurities away... boil giddy broth and all that scratching youth of cucumber away for a smoothness accustomed to marble... funny that... the onion - how it is the only vegetable to have some variation of a venom and is still the only metaphor of a snake - the tears i shed over these Baßil plucks... in english: ß is an interchange: once a sharpened S... i know of sharpening eSSeS... cute acute is the final form: ślizg (off ślizgać: to slide - i.e. one has the slang attache - a bit like: having the groove)... you can almost hear it: at the end of each hush: it's never a hush: it's a huś of a librarian... a howl of it might i add... - crude caron is the: not yet blunt... meat-eater.... teeth indentations... grooves... shackles... the crown: šaro- followed by two halves of a crown -ść i.e. greyness - which is still not borrowing from the ingenuity of the russians: szczera (too many consonants my ***... too many vowels you roman dogs!) SH-CH - Š + Č = Ш + Ч = Щ we could have the "ingenuity" process of this evolution of... an "apostrophe" from the depths... but... catherine the great was a german lass... and even though: Ц sits proud and could have been... it wasn't... since...
Ц ≠ CH(eap) or CZ(art) or ČaXa... it could have: what was it... a mirror inquisition of mu to begin with? give me 100 years and a book burning and i could "correct" this burden... so it ******* fits... i'd even call in the mongols to implement this change...
the germans already say: цentrum and write zentrum - herr tseit! herr schtick-a-lot: цar... щerość - truthfulness... / ščerość: two coronas halved - or... sharpened... and to think... this little adventure has me dancing above a latin script! and... deviating from some ur-greek...
we could do this minor change: "pan-slavic" borrowings from the 19the century in the balkans under the ottomans - this hypered breathing tool to extract the yet Siberia - Hades bride a near pristine ****** - in this cosmopolitan confused multi- of an english... i am here to express and drag back into the "darkness" of the east memento...
that the greek had names for some of their letters: omicron, omega, alpha, beta, gamma... but that the latins had: vowel-and-consonant: syllables instead of proper names... delta - a sensation for a prefix letter... and a suffix name scoop...
cut my ***** off and feed me operatic candy... when you open a bag of chimichurri chimichurri: chim chim churri... no... when you open a bag of been-sprouts after the best-before-date... you know the perfume if you have ever... fermented grapes: it's that in-between scent of fermentation - it's quiet off-putting... but it's passable... but english is both the currency of the present... the language of empire the lingua franca: although: the crescent moon in the shackles of the sheikhs: who moved these youths into europe if not the project harem... and fatso old cat laze'ohs of the woman's drudge: a heaving tide of custard flesh... boiling with lazy bop-bop of bubbles... we can discuss it in english: never mind the natives... we came, we saw... some of us didn't bothered feeling at home... although: we once hoped to be... never... *******... mind!
i'm here for two "letters"... well... sounds... in the russian text... great orthographer that i am: the english can have their metaphysical this certain debate that... that uncertain debate this... it's not like the english will ever employ diacritical markers... a recurrent theme: a stressor on my mind... it will never be allowed a pop fission - it will not claim an epidemic status - mind you: the priests the psychiatrists and the prostitutes... minor of the 3: the four horseman... the "poet": the poo-etcetera... try try, try bring fail... "ignore, ignore": "happiness" will find its trail...
but once! in a time of... poesy and cerebral palsy! sound: ping pongs of echoes pf dying elephants or whales... the stomach of the disgruntled indigestion that's the best assumed presence of: sea...
it's become certain: in youth to write while listening to music... tone deaf i: too could reach a tornado of words... that... let's be frank: i never recite what i write... i write best from what's yet to be seen... i uncover what's hidden... i don't pretend to measure sounds... if my voice had the same sensation to encompass blowing into a saxophone... no... a horn... this monotone gravity of breve - this great aeon bespoke sloth of an otherwise riddling tongue turned into an ancient worming from: from a time when man did not pass onto his futures - a memory of some ancient - fabled oned - a once that turned out to be: full of replicas! i.e. archetypical wounds... that forever bleed...
best this written in a silence that wakes up with an imitation wind... two letters... russian... beside ur-greek to me... exported to as far east as Kamchatka.... which is practically north of Tokyo -
it's a contested scenario... this... Цц vs. Чч - if it was handwritten for the envisioning of... the: Ш + Ц = Щ i'm sold... aren't you sold? ah... envious of handwriting fluidity - now: digit plucking - each letter a solipsistic "counterstrike"... yes... looks like we have ourselves... the... *****... clearly... zee... ШИЦ!
inversion of mooment - the crows are near tonight: they are quarreling with the gods... or perhaps that's just the ***** foxes teasing leather - that i write and there's no music to distract me: elevate this already impossible...
i go to sleep with alarm bells ringing... robert duncan's realisation that he was a poet aged 17... upon leaving high-school i did stand before the entire cohort of my contemporaries and recited a poem: over which i cried two days prior... an epileptic seizure gripped my body from neck down... but i did manage a recitation... i was supposed to become a chemist now i'm looking for a part-time occupation in the n.h.s. as having: good organisational skills and... a sense of humour... or some BICS: for... part time gigs at the ol' B... B... C... i don't mind i just want something to execute an elevated trance of robotics to let my mind wander... outside the confines of robo-brutus-robos: anti-caesar: oh look! "us"!
two "inconveniences" of the 20th century motivate me... the despots and the shan franshishko poets... there's that famous gozilla of a tornado... there's that... Bulgakov centre piece of a collection of... best kept hush-hush among the moth community...
that language toys with me that i don't want to have a competence with it concerning that i don't have a narrrative that i'm all tickety-fuckety when it comes to clocks and eternal silences... a clock on earth... vacuum... a boiling kettle on pluto... given only these two ***** for juggling... it's... kinda boring... isn't it? how is one expected to juggle only two *****? two oranges... better image... get go image! i juggle time... i juggle space... both so impossibly impersonal: i'd loot a grave for an epitaph that might make an irish joke down a pub about them...
and they kept 'em "*******" in the sports and kept 'em prized athletes... coz cousing 'arab? well... they knew those hebs were expendable from the ghetto-go prior to the gassing stipends... it's not these whites keep: samson strength of david-esque ingenuity... it's not like the hebs matter in the world of sporting events... gift of the gab... i guess that's what prizes them above all else... gifts of "superstition"... to me? there is enough phonetic evidence to summon me to showcase that... the tetragrammaton is... a spider in a web of english: surd H(atches)...
a breath of a dying man about to... pOUNCE! but the jews were never cotton pickers... they were never athletes - if they ever built the pyramids... i wonder... it's not like... they... possibly... hebrews are intellectual creatures: they are not... about to be caricatured with fully functioning limbs readied for the ******* colliseum... unless they might me... nero's torches... and the greek conspiracy - after all... wouldn't the greeks have conspired.... to topple rome... in order to therefore... retain a dominance of power: byzantine: years after the western "concept" crumbled?
you don't keeps jews to have the masses entertained: you keep the ******* to falsetto the ******* roll-a-bit sort of gimmick... run around... kick a coconut... come back with a lion's golden mane... jason and the argonauts... casimir and the ******* cosmotaunts:
*** note on biGGer? better: sniGGer! i count less in niGerian - the offensive sound - less by scent of "things": a heb is not a jew is yew: from a ***... you can't leave these tracers or: otherwise we: shun the *****! that's great: i too spell a sound without a necessity to connote malice... but of course: borrowed lithuanian that i am: under the hellish anglo-saxon brute manifesto... all is glacier and glycerine and toughening of Karen east of any that's east... the mouthful of the Danube...
to "bleep" out a sound to mishandle the necessity of meaning: if the blacks can own a ****** why can't i... not own a ****** in his stead of... to tattoo myself all aryan: the jew that never made it to the coliseum as a gladiator - this burning ***** hair floss of st. peter's crux...
we are still in favour of african mind: less productive: readily this body made... there's now clue as to why a thought concerning: Proteus - Herr Frankenstein's monster: Einzstein: Zuerst- also a -stein / - shtein... zweite-christus-und-stein!
it's unlike a must it's not this competition with: social inclusive standards: of what? the saxon: project that - one year excluded the irish... other year: made great fictions surrounding Libya... i have before me a history: that in part i cannot inherit... i have these... fickle restrictions: panderings: walking on egg-shell moments for...
in my own wery brittle: sam's son: didn't herr voltzwitz stress: son of sam- em... -uel or... -son? jacob my dear fiction... continue: bring forth these nuanced goods...
and my two morning synchs... a cat that wakes me come nearing 5am: to watch him: entertain myself... him taking a **** or a ****... into a tight bundle of imitation sahara... or another... to attire her with creases of the hand... to pet her... so that she feels obliged to sleep in my bed...
there i was concerning myself: does my beard reveal the cubism of a violin?! i still have two russian letters on my mind... i'll burn them into my forehead so that i can allow myself to sleep... but besides? there's this, courtous conversation i am to be having - past participle and future: yes... i mean no... i will not be having this african gladiators contra the yiddish intellectual sludge extension: no anglo-saxon sensibility will save me from this: it's own... hidden lick o' "squander"...
pandering... for... enough ****** autonomy... to clean offices... and find the joy of a mind's escapism... pandering to who beside the ******* tended to orators and giggling politicians?
this is enough of a night's vanquish... to have: as i have: have tamed.
p.s. there's no proof in you "not being" racist by having ****** a black girl... i just wonder: could it have been enough when the trans-racial incorporation sequence to create the copper-skin pseudo-arabs begun... when it was still a taboo... not now... i don't know vot "vey" vont.... or'zzz dunst noot vont... lebanon?
i can see myself, though... ******* some copper-skin imitation h'arab as far tainted as: lemon-squinting: there's no sunrise: come the blessings of beijing... yeah... i too would like to marinade... or at least have that prawn flesh tenderness: to be able to cook in enough critic acid... without the use of over boiling water... it's called tenderising or: some other magic word...
*** notes: yes yes... thoroughly throughout... fishing for russian nazis... ah ha ha... deaf-tone... joke.