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Jul 2021
i'm drinking my first bottle of wine...
listening to ensemble organum:
le chants des templiers...
bellowing rams...
i press my lips against my thumb
and think of all the encounters i have
had with prostitutes... with honest:
women...
i forget to kiss my mother's cheeks
when we debate certain matters of familial
affairs...
she has travelled...
conversation comes around to her visit of
Malta... she was convinced that...
Valletta was constructed by the Templars...
i corrected her...
no.. it was the Hospitallers...
i press my lips against my thumb
and wait for all that's silence that's night:
that isn't day...
i have stayed put: certain...
the priest might just do my ***** work...

i have more concern for...
c k q...
              perhaps in another language:
not English...
where there is a phonetic clarity...
ich vs. isch:
           the eastern Germans will cite
it as isch: -sch turning into -š:
-hush - hush... take a ******* breather...
i have come to understand the English zunge
as: there are probably 10 same sound:
but differential meaning... alternatives:
no... there must be more:

for a quick: for a kwick... for a c.k.q.
-ick...
itchy? no... but you get the picture...
the same sound can be attached
to a "synonym" dynamic...
it looks ugly when you boil it down
to the nitty-gritty...
hell: you start introducing surd lettering:
you have another quirk!

by god on the throne most high!
TH = F...
how the H morphs the T to allow
it become an eFeFeF: backwards IRON...
or how PH = TH = F
but... fought is not thought (of)...
past term participle of verb: to fight...
i think that's how language becomes evolved...
it dissolves phonetic assurances...

here: a key... here... a keyhole:
I(ota) + O(micron)...
  insert (Φ)
turn... (Θ)...
hey presto! open sesame Ψ!

and while i wonder why cats sleep so much:
where do cats "go to"?
is it time to celebrate death another
day... another way:
beside clinging to the coliseum...
is it a return to celebrating life via
death via the necrophilic constructs of
the pyramid and all that's required of
an -esque?
life most celebrated: via the avenue of
death: trident... stiffening mr. smith...

this is elevated language: English...
i know how ugly it looks like when
reduced to... bogus phoneticism...
but English was never purely phonetic...
it didn't apply diacritical distinctions
like its cousin European languages...
it retained its status of the northern Afghanistan
from the ancient period:
at a time when Horace wrote his
****...

it's prishtine:     (š = sh and a missing e of
she)
check: če:que...
           the priests have dissolved to a kwar-ter:
quarter...
Antwerp...
hide the H: one eyed at the blind...
the other H visible: eying up the blinking
brigade of camel milkin' 'em:
hope to sooner..
the Arabs seem to be most spoiled...
once in the desert: these days the Bangladeshi
"pirates" have then soiled:
soiled & therefore sullied...
i wouldn't want to be living in a desert
pretending oil's almighty...

i can encompass the posits of FUN...
but all the older women keep telling me
i shouldn't give up on my bachelor
status... most of them being
Jewish... perhaps spinsters perhaps:
fiddler on the roof types
when i've already disclosed to them
an interest in the qabbalah practices
no missing *******:
no ******* tonsure imitating a *******
kippah...

a japanese forge at my toes...
syllable prone grievances...
it makes sense...
how English became elevated:
"orthography": ah ha ha!
sure thing... Jackson Dickens...
orthography is a spelling mistake
if and only if you entertain
diacritical marks...
since your language doesn't employ them:
hello ******...

what... said something too quick...
or too slow?
i give you: the sound eF...
via TH via PH... to imply...
the ***** of the fertile ground of
the differential...
photograph: fiction...
and yet you persist...
you can say the same ******* sound allocated
to a letter...
couple it...
that's how ideas are fathomed:

from the θought of φilosophy...
to the θilosophy of φought...

Lucy: luck: care... kettle... quirk...
beside the cedilla...
cat kat qat...
                  see a problem? "problem"?
me too... well done;
no... i don't see one!
Mateuš Conrad
Written by
Mateuš Conrad  36/M/Essex (England)
(36/M/Essex (England))   
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   Bogdan Dragos
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