i hate being weak - i abhor weakness -
weakness is most stressed in yourself
than went it can pass on the sly in others,
but when you experience weakness
yourself: you start to struggle...
become easily irritated by almost everything:
when lethargy hits you and you slow
down to a turtle's pace... you're like:
why do these people need so many
unnecessary things... this thing-philia...
this love of "things": of clutter... hoarding...
there's nothing worth in this life as vitality,
energy... all that's forever fleeting...
like a drowning man who will cling to a razor's
sharp cuts in order to save himself from
drowning: cutting his hands wide open...
if i were told to grab a piece of hot metal in
order to survive... sure... i would...
i abhor being weak...
         this new strain of flu is sort of like
climate change... i'm not a sceptic...
i have known old people from Poland who
remember winters, so cold,
even i remember winters so cold that
i would be pulled by an Alsatian on a sledge
during a winter storm...
i think its a reality most people digress around...
flu... with the onset of April?!
meanwhile in Shanghai they're apparently
teaming up to put in place another 9-day long
lockdown... one butterfly in London...
a whirlwind on the other side of the world...
great... the Chinese invented a perpetual
fluke... of flu... in Wuhan...
                     who gives a **** if you have been
vaccinated... you're still going to get it...
now to weapon-ice it...
   let's call in Darwinism: classical Darwinism:
not interrupted by psychology and the dating
market "intellectuals": let's call classical
Darwinism: mother nature...
              let's shake the groundwork...
the pillars... whisper to Atlas: nudge a little...
survival of the fittest...
oh... i have already tested positive for Covid...
but it might not be Covid...
i abhor feeling so weak...
          time to spread the joy...
the filter... one cough two coughs on the tube...
one sneeze... two sneeze on the tube...
let's see who's standing...
                   i'm going to plough through
this lethargy...
                   but i'm not going to be confined
to the bed... i'm not going to be bed-riddled...
while in Shanghai they're gearing up
for another lockdown...
  the ******* invented it...
           they didn't stop travel when the problem
first arose... back in... when was it?
on the cusp of 2020? well then...
like you... me too... i'm not going to stop, either...
time to filter through...
i abhor how Darwinism has become corrupted
by humanism... by psychology...
how it became this dating / mating explanation...
back to nature... back...
to... i'm in a mindset of giving a name
to the rock to which Prometheus was bound to...
διερευνώ - diereuno - the rock of scrutiny...
to scrutinize... rock being the active verb:
sure... it's inanimate... which makes it perfect...
to do whatever you want with it...
  no one watched over the labours of Sisyphus...
he could have, simply sat at the bottom of the hill
and pondered the stone...
revelled in the joke of telekinesis of pretending
to move it with his mind...
this is a big thank you to China for...
my grandfather should have received a grand
funeral... he was so well known in the hometown...
people should have congregated...
but not that meagre attendance... that happened...
with those sock-masks... those pseudo-islamic
secular niqabs... **** it...
                    if i'm i'm testing positive with
Covid... or some variation of flu...
   time to bypass the sort of Darwinism corrupted by
psychology... by the dating market...
by humanism...
    FORE! COME TO THE FORE!
EARTHQUAKES! STORMS! ALL THE ELEMENTS!
nature does best, nature counters what the weak
heart of man has compassion for...
see no god: at least see nature... mother... dearest...
let's sieve... let us... sieve...
even as far along as the 15th century there were
pockets of Europe that didn't succumb
to Christianity... bound to their old paganism...
even though Russia was already converted...
weak... weak... weak... WEAK!
    1410... Grunvald...
                       i'm aligning myself to classical Darwinism...
how nature sieves...
no mercy... every other justification...
take care of the herd...
                    i don't like Darwinism
corrupted by psychology and by human ontology
that's forever shifting...
depending on the century... on *******
mood-swings... this fluctuating beast of a burden
is becoming too... erratic in changing
rules... now i need to drink some more whiskey
and come off as much worse...
more of this funny phlegm...
more of this funny snot...
                    more of this eerie Chinese import...
oh... all hush hush...
                            flu like symptoms...
with the onset of April?! sure... it's like that
Newton law is a paradox:
you burn enough carbon materials: no counter result...
that law: equal and opposite reaction...
that's where i break away from right-wing
commentators... the sceptics of:
but i remember winter in Poland...
i remember snow... i remember being pulled
by an Alsatian on a sledge... fair enough...
deny long enough...
   i remember healthy seasonal change...
these days? i think we're missing one season already...
winter... we just have an extended autumn...
there Vivaldi was wrong! there is no winter...
there's summer, there's spring, there's autumn
and there's autumn-spring...
there's no winter, proper.