impossible, that this could be such a rift
in perception
this little interlude in the chores of time
and time itself a chore
and perhaps certain pockets of space
also chores
like construction sites
and event stadiums
where hammers and tongues mingle
for some truancy of body
yet the embodiment of soul through
ego-destruction
and thus only a tongue and a mouth
and eyes and ears
but missing the body
and all of its organs
but also the relevance of legs
and caterpillars and kneeling when
writing to ease the breaking
of the shins -
a recurring theme like i'm not getting
deep sleep
on the event horizon of nothing
and glee -
or perhaps this is me virtually simulating
a bridge between Boris
Brejcha and Nemo
but more on the lines of Nebu: King Nebu
- - - - - - -
'oh i know what would sort Martin out
i could be the next Dr Fickle-stone
the ****** won't move
with either push or grudge
or throw or shove
this fickle stone this mountain
this slow piercing meteor just lying there
in Australia
a slow ******* like the defense shield
of House and Technology Atreides
since i showed her the freckle
on my right hand's ring finger
and i thought it was a mole on her chin
but no just a zit
i can't imagine myself living
in American society
i'd be ****** but from what i heard
all this tipping economy
and the angels of actors
and acting angels like some goof
face make-up
i don't understand how certain
people have been exposed to technology
esp the one they created
social media and the internet
subsequent second internet
but Americans were the first people
to be exposed to this technology
and medium
and now the fatigue kicks in
while other people congregate
and use it for divergent avenues of usage
only a few days ago
i was sitting next to this guy
and he noticed that i was using
my mobile hub transport brain
pickle-juice pickle-juice
to "adventure" into the realm of backgammon
rather than playing Candy Crush Saga
i mean that's almost like
a game of no chess chess
or rather no checkers checkers: check check
and backgammon since
there are invisible die fidgeting about
on this colorful really colorful screen
and i imagine the Cliff of Dover
as the Cliffs of Sower
and instead of calcium and later chalk
i think of them as Yellow
that is i think of them as Sulphur
that crumbly half-stone
that stink of the place
this was back in old school highschool
in one of Mr Judge's chemistry
lessons listening to Creed under
the table
with that song: who's got my back
and bullets and i imagine
the importance of a world
and the journalism that goes along with it
when i think of the solipsistic peer
bubble in highschool
and the children there not yet
invoked or involved in the reality
of a world
and i think that yes: there is a seismic shift
in perception
yes there is whenever i smoke
and drink a little and start doing
housework chores
like cleaning
like later cooking
and that's household stewarding
the male equivalent of what used to be
the matriarch palace of the housewife
now seriously there is nothing
emasculating than household stewarding
but it makes sense
since a woman would not drink
a little smoke a little
start housework take a brake
listen to some music and write
she needs masks of the gravitas of sensibility
she can't allow herself the freedom
of mind and all those insensibility that are the missing
plural already auto-corrected
like this almost tragedy of English
not being German
notably how words begin and end
whether with a-
   vowel or with a b-          ah cows
clutter and cower but then stampede
and have this wild look in their eyes
eyes how blind
then turn to coal then become ignited
and from the sockets
now chimneys
an evaporation or combustion
whichever is more associated
to perfume the air
to perfume can be a verb
to be is a verb
i am is a pronoun-verb
complex
      any statement relevant to the usage
of pronouns ought
to be transferred to the storage
dynamic of pedagogic failures
filed under the Xerox typo 2.34.t/lp
that's phonetically:
two point three four point tango forward
slash el ***
since there is a typo in that
L>P
L.P.

lambda archie
long playing then fazing out then returning
then moving to the pinnacle
of and as Martin
what if induce this damaged brain to some
fungal osmosis
symbiosis
why not fill those empty sockets now
called the eyes of water with
fungal matter and hallucination
but then in that scenario i would be cruel
and would have turned this care home
into a mental asylum
since now undisturbed he is
and will remain
in the memory-cinema of his past
and oblivion to the present
so no need to stimulate water pools
in the brain with color and fungus
because there's already an Aquarium-Brain
freeze in Martin who is who isn't
and i'm only now, FINALLY, persuading
Edie to recognize this goldmine of
a newly invested writing habit
since presented with this canvas and
as to imply no need to paint anything on it
just write around it
that is what poetry can become
a way of writing around having
to otherwise paint on canvas...
the back of my mind where the third eye
(supposed third eye)
is situated and i've only taken a 30min
break yet i feel a complete
disconnect with time
and how it is measured and processed
by the left and right hemisphere
given that as the doctor said
prescribe yourself the pill of knowledge
or prescribe yourself the pill of ignorance
i know the tedium of these
multitude of scientific facts
but there are certainly varying states
of consciousness and if one could harness
rather than squander micro-dosing
on **** and alcohol and then write
and perform chores as menial as they
are in number
then there would be no simple Blue Red
and what i first learnt of philosophy
when escaping studying chemistry
was also history in my 2nd year
and philosophy of science in my 3rd year
and my DOS director of studies
Dr Camp
            knew the same as me that i was
laughed at for my surname
made easier to pronounce as Elert
rather than Eschlert
for the English speaker
but we shared a love for the humanities
and he guided me silently
through my university years
simply because on our first meeting
i noticed my newly found
fascination with Edward Hopper
and i even took my highschool sweetheart
to an exhibition at the Tate Modern
so
he also put me on this very basic
IT course that's where i first learnt
how to write a html code
but subsequently, well, forgot because
rather disused already the first
barons who had it easy writing the first
html shop
and from there could import
all the other thingy physical technologies
before the Babylon of "A.I."
stormed forth and yes
we don't see it but the consolidation
of physicality has been met
now the AI is working with soft machines
the hard work with the hard machines
has disappeared
therefore AI has become more automated
therefore the response has become
more or less autonomous
yet still only in the prototype phase
but the 3rd phase will come
and it's not out of some promise or fear
just the natural progression of nature
as man is nature but more technology
yes man's new nature is his own making
in that nature has been replaced with
technology and it's more the case of how
we interact with technology
more than it is how we interact with nature
since Darwinism is dangerous
for its non-interactive argumentations
simply from the standpoint
of it being an observational experience
in god-mode-ghost-frown
not from a theological argument
but from a humanistic argument
Darwinism ruined humanism
in the same way that faking the moon landing
hindered the daydreamers and
night-stalkers from regressing into child...