the things we do... on the sly... spontaneously...
out of the "blue"... like... eating a hard-boiled egg...
while meditating the moon...
listening to O θεoς ηλθoσαν εθνη...
a song of lament concerning
the fall of Constantinople and the rise
of Istanbul...
maybe the city allowed better
caretakers? maybe the Venetians wouldn't
sack!
who knows!
of all the Muslims... the Turks i appreciate
the most... no better barbers in
the world... or prostitutes... PERIOD...
but all this bemoaning...
no monks will be singing about
how "my" people lost the authority
over Lviv (Lwów)...
if travelling by car across Germany
and reaching the ****** border...
you'll still see names of certain towns
in two languages:
Breslau for Wrocław... (vrotswav)
Posen for Poznań...
Stettin for Szczeciń...
hey... i can make a few letters
"disappear"... Щećιń
         the Germans make it plain that
they bemoan their losses...
they don't sing about it...
but it's plain: odiously obvious...
i'm so close to the people
of the western canon:
western secular "christianity"...
yet so far away...
not of the crusader folk...
oh but we entertained a crusade
against the heathen Lithuanians...
we joined forces with them...
odd... "my" history: transcribed into
Ing-Leash...
while i debate myself whether...
curry... is the most superior of all
possible dishes.... known to man...
i still think the best name for
a capital is: War-Saw...
it simply is...
          i'm milking the efforts of my
predecessors...
only a few people managed to
sack Moscow...
the Mongols & the Polacks...
how... why? history... erasure...
that's why i'm eating a hard-boiled egg
and meditating on the moon...
it's not like i'm going "there":
to prove a hyped-up advancement in
the stress of competition with
the Russians...
    i'm young... only 35...
but i have a mind that's... 72...
and not riddled by Alzheimer's...
i'm tired yet energetic...
i think that lies have exhausted me...
or the little pockets of fiction
people tend to speak to
elevate their life...
   we can be two-dimensional if you'd like...
i'm tired of all the pretentiousness...
the joyless MACABRE of telling
TALL tales...
a lie has short legs...
so i've been told...
   looking at the rest of Europe...
there's that anglosphere band of brothers...
the southern PIGS...
         always an issue...
the Jews left for Israel and here... are the replacements...
i'm tired... i'm so tired i welcome dying alone...
i imagine stabbing myself
in the proper places... aiming at the arteries...
why wouldn't you?
the Scandinavians are some other barrel of herrings...
while there's still the distrust for...
the Warsaw pact crew...
some that have joined... NATO...
i don't care... but this is how the world
presents itself... i'm only regurgitating it's...
focus...
somehow... a sensation of...
time well consecrated... past...
the only joy that solves this "predicament"
is best associated with making one's
own wine... the gurgling, almost giggling
sound associated with the "pika"
of the valves while the yeast come across
as living...
while some are allowed their history
others are lauded with screeching sounds
of amnesia... forgetfulness...
           it's truly impossible to keep up
to date with what's the currency of: the current...
modern, secular... post-Christianity...
prior to? the American made:
fear mongering: Salem trials etc.
it's not like Christianity ever had a cosmopolitan
attitude to force...
             everything is so: dislodged...
hanging on a thread of Damocles' sword...
the guillotine is about the drop...
so is the curtain: the masquerade is about to begin...
yet... i'm a relatively young man
in his prime: writing like i'm on my deathbed...
if the ethnic conundrum reaches
fever pitch over here in: England...
i'll know where to go..
it won't be a surprise: even for myself...
can you blame me for not...
ahem... "enjoying" the... ha... ha...
ahem ha... "narrative"?
i seem to have suffocated on some
racist phlegm...
sorry... who's psychopathic who's who?
on the Faroe Isles they still slaughter
those... Walruses & whales...
Loon-don: of all places...
the whole world seemingly congregates...
for what?!      für was?!

alle das ist vorbei: ist alles vorbei!

to reiterate...
i'll eat a hard-boiled egg while meditating
the moon...
i'll abhor music made by a dawid... Bovie...
because i can...
the things we do..
i like this quote... most...
some people never go mad...
what horrible lives they must lead.......
that they do...