a relapse into a minor psychosis:
all subsequent ones will never be akin
to the first...
in all fairness: it's a boost of sensual
experience...
the current need to drink some whiskey:
for added stamina...
and subsequently cycle into the night:
perusing through the east end of London
until i reach something central...
something tourists might recognise
like brick lane...
i've become a tourist of faces...
that my memory is as it is...
once me and three of my fwends were
walking...
a car pulled up...
some ****- jumped out and stole
m'ah fwends phone...
so i told the other to note down
the number plates of the car...
to the police station we went...
of course a charge was made...
came to recognising the **** from
a bunch of mug shots...
i hit the perfect 10...
even though it was dark...
i think the trial hit a dead end because:
the my fwend didn't recognise
the silly ****...
the argument of: his phone was stolen...
blah blah...
i remember standing in court
and being presented with "evidence"
by the defence party...
in the old days... when you...
decided to... allow photographs into existence
of a physical copy...
there would be a date and time
imprinted on them
in red fluorescence...
  just like there was a time when
our pupils would glare up red...
any terminator handy...
he asked me... do you recognise the silly ****
"now"...
i looked at the date and said...
well... kind sir...
in two years time...
i'll be expecting enough ***** on my face...
to later... stroke my beard
like it might be a violin in order to:
pretend to think...
such savvy evidence showing me a picture
of a ******* toddler would be best!
show me a picture of child ****** and
then... let's pretend he... wasn't envious
of the Charlie Chaplin moustache...
'appy?
this one time i stood in defence of law...
probably: in-circumstantial evidence
was given... some thesaurus *******
of how man passes law:
let's see them bend come the law of gravity
or that water boils at 100°C...
or that it freezes at 0°C...
now those are laws!
my critique on passing law...
it's too subjective... on a whim...
justice isn't celebrated when Solomon dealt with
those two women and cutting
the baby in half...
nor when Pontius Pilate washed his hands...
for the purpose of... appeasing the egoism
of the judge... that's all i see...
best state your "riddle" plain and simple...
let's just hope for some
placebo solipsism between us...
as we tow along some time spent together...
no short-changing...
like me and my relationship with
money... well thank **** i don't have to spend...
and what i do spend...
the rivers run amber in scotland...
most of it will translate into zesty...
concentrated lemonade of ****
while my liver digests the poison...
to sacrifice my liver on some boxing-bag
champ detail... as long as my brain relaxes
and produces these words...
bertrand russell's: history of western philosophy
is still my favourite book...
of all time...
it would seem that...
historians of philosophy are...
the most exciting writers...
or perhaps a history of of philosophy is the most
proper genre to have as an... antithesis....
antidote... antonym... of... (friction) fiction...
for the purpose... lessened psychologism...
as one might dwell on...
one degree apart from philosophy as history...
Kierkegaard...
the rest... troublesome reading...
reading that also has to stage thinking...
and long pauses of reflection...
   riding a bicycle is better than riding a horse...
being only a passenger in a car...
i still prefer a double-decker bus...
but i have no desire for... faking the creation
of momentum: if i'm not peddling...
i like to earn what i can...
philosophy as a history is better than...
history as historicity...
       honest to goat, god and goad...
and some bloated toad...
what's that schematic...
a poem exists on this scale as so:
journalism - history - mythology...
  **** on me... where is it?
it probably exists in all the three categories...
that there's as much space as there is time...
infrequently suggested...
if you were to add up all the unique experiences
of this... meagre amount of space: to compare...
there's as much space as there is time...
for me... Darwinism crumbles on any posit
for an etymological concern...
or how words become vogue when...
become... disused... abandoned...
how the Greeks had noun-letters
while the Romans had... sound-letters...

to resurrect a phrase...
   Abraham patriarcha hebrajskie wynalazł litery,
   Kadmus zaś greckie, a pismo łacińskie Carmentis

Abraham the patriarch invented the hebrew letters...
Kadmus thus the Greek, but the written Latin, Carmentis...

"point of concern"...
some st. cyril did a cheap-**** job translating the Glagolitic
text...
although... few pointers for originality:
G... F... J... C...
               L (hardly... given gamma)... Q...
                      S...            D...

to hell with these figments of truths and halves...
the night... the bicycle await...
i'm done scribbling down furthering of riddles!