i was never a fan of acronyms... it must be an w.a.s.p. "thing" to have fallen in love with acronyms: white... anglo-saxon... protestant... i just imagine... what it the Swabians or the Pomeranians... were the chosen tourists... nomads without a lament score... oh god someone is oppressing the Saxons... get to it: sort it out! of all the Germanic peoples that came to these isles after the fall of Rome... my my... how the Saxons hijacked the Welsh and the Scots for a prize of sending postcards from the Raj... some remote Pacific Islands... i live among these people... morphed by some added French... i don't like acronyms: i don't like acronym speech... it's like... the alphabet twice-over... organised to suit some secret society... yawn... so when i was living out my: soul-osmosis: psychosis of my 20s... mid-way through my 30s i stopped taking the pills i was prescribed: what waited was a hunger so cycling... and ingesting electrolytes... and vitamin B12 supplements... which translated into 2 cycling sessions a day... i was going to ask my mother and my father concerning being irritated about some...minor bureaucratic doodle of a vaccine passport... i could have been riddled with radioactive juice from 1986... oh yes... the effects of Chernobyl came around... some of the trees turned autumnal in the middle of spring: with streaks of radioactive death... 19 days... pass enough time just emerging as a foetus: those just might be aeons... scribble some radioactive juice... well... a pretty picture... i'm giggling though... inside and out... i hate acronym language... long before the "movement"... "lifestyle choice"... i only heard about it then youtube stopped suggesting me new music to listen to... apart from the channel harakiri diiat... i came across videos of political commentary... later... the... ahem... MIG-TOW... MIG-TAO... Mikoyan... towing... or the Mikoyan Tao... it's a pseudo-take of the fighter jet... a Russo-Chinese hybrid project... it's not a fighter-jet... unless... fighter-jets have a Taoist sensibility built in them... ha... it's this "movement" via the acronym MGTOW... i don't like acronyms... point being... you don't really need classical socialism... or their current pseudo-arguments of inclusivity... blah blah... best represented blah blah... you have these... men... in a society... where... harem quotas are no met...
daseine: da (there) + seine (being) = concern... dast seine: da- (there) + i-st (is) + seine (being) = potential... all on conjured up via a blitzkrieg on a bicycle... mediating heavy traffic... happens... all the ******* time... i curse the nerve-wrecks that drive cars... a woman in mini-cooper: sized so: || will require... this much space: | | to overtake you...
but a man in a HGV... or a bus... sized so: | | will require... this much space: || to overtake you... as an aggressive cyclist... i can't exactly indicate cycling up a ******* hill... it's sometimes too late coming to a roundabout... but then again: some indicators of direction are already painted onto the tarmac... traffic is not a game for solipsists... when the former happens i curse: it would have taken you... 20 more bypassing rounds around me... doubling down: when i see a Nissan Micra / a mini cooper overtake me... while it was taking its time:
WHERE'S... THE... *******... PANZER!
- i'll just draw the sketch in writing... fiddle with some phonetic cul de sacs.. you draw the bigger picture: the Kandinsky moment... i don't need socialism to argue my point... as much as abhor the acronym... what could possibly undermine capitalism: not that i want it undermined... men not coupling with women... men are not the spenders...
i can attest... one visit in a brothel once every half a decade will not solve the demand for... her... make-up chemo-therapy.... i mean... i can swap a good enough amount of *** for... she's charging me £2 per minute... perhaps dentists own as much... perhaps... i spend my money on essentials... bicycle oil... whiskey... ******* flour... to thicken a curry sauce...
capitalism works when... men are willing to give up their money for other men to make money from the women who will spend it... what if i'm not willing to couple up with a woman who will spend it on... *******-tides-&-screws... the argument is a softened teddy: bear of a pork **** hammered flat into a schnitzel... why is my grandmother becoming more estranged from... she kept my grandfather's deterioration a secret... come death: the end... hardly any argument willing: to be satiated with any pleasure for the juice of: life...
who needs socialism... to undermine capitalism? when you can simply have men detached... divorced... from the spending spree prowess of women?! maybe capitalism is just choking everyone into: abundantly: more! more! but what if there's no more to spend? i don't need socialism... socialism is for Syria... like it was for Poland when World War II ended... it's funny... did "my"... "my" people: ever relish the concern for democracy... will Poland become the new Vietnam? sure... send in the black-*****-black-out with eager future: single-moms...
do i look like someone willing to earn less than i might spend more on? the Teutonic Knights had a brothel in their citadel of Marienburg... i visit the brothel... once every half a decade... i imagine she'll be ready to buy buttons: a bear cub nibbled off my cardigan at a Danzig zoo...
oh i can see how capitalism can be undermined... it's already undermined... the two tiers of spending... i am prone to advertisement as a joke... since i don't trust journalism.. but then i'm immune to advertisement because... i don't want to spend money... i'd need a woman for that... while a woman would eagerly spend: spend... even if she doesn't have the money...
this one... softness for Islamic economics hits true: all the time... to abhor... the become tantamount in abhorring: usury... this is the only redeeming quality of Islam.. to hell with their theology...
if i were to... be loaned a pile of rubble... why should i have to repay you... a ******* mountain (of rubble)?
not being attached to a spending prowess of a woman... stale society: a walking abortion case... must be designated a psychiatric diagnosis to function: debilitated... so much for those freed up lovers of questionable purpose... an hour with a ***** will "save" your economy...
the **** of the Sabine women... too far fetched... for the quake of kings resurrected for the hindsight of world war I... the solo project: as each man be his... tomb...
dasein(e) morphed - a bit like with the clinger of Bastille... marquis de sadé... no... women love to ****... da (there) ist (is): sein (being).... lightning stroked me... sensible...
i like to "think" of pedestrians when cycling... as.. pockets iof potential: this "****" philosophical project of "concern" is beside me....
dasein units of "potential concern": versus... dastsein: units of "concerning potential"... sharoened: dasein: concern... dastsein: potential... there is... being... not that: there...not beng... some germanic oops!
da-st'-sein... DAST-SEIN...
it will not take socialism to undermine the current schema of capitalism... it will require the men themselves... men uncoupled from the spending habits of of... women....
bad cocktail... bad bad cocktail... b'ah... the forest needs to breahe... lend it some fire... by way of: i'll suffocate the whole economy with replicas of moi... she needs to spend: but if i'm not coupled to a she: who'll willing to sped...