who, the, ****, brings, a book, into, a forest?! it's like these people living in the desert forgot, "somehow"... this fertile land of Europe is what? formerly sand dunes and fantasy? you know how much effort it took to uproot these trees and make this land fertile for a harvest?! like... this is a forgetfulness?! because the sands were easy and the mountains that were before them?! you ******* **** ****** ITES... this... this?! was easy?! to turn the forests of Ukraine into the bread basket of the world?!
Uzair! Uzair! you ******* myopia glue to glass! Ooh: Zer! not ******* Za'ir you ******* plonker... check your goggles make sure they're not sunglasses...
for ****'s sake... that stubble is no beard!
and if i were to give all this up for some cougar *** on Kauai with suspicions of psychopathy...
but i did nothing to the girl
FAUN FAUN there's the labyrinth there's: Leopold Göth (Amon): i'm tired of being the "good guy" in the lexicon of American English with equations of winners and losers
like mortality is this antithesis of a sickness of this tongue this scribble...
so i wandered into the forest no... no psychological parody, please, i'm into the racist nuggets and nothing could, quiet match up to:
UZAIR! you ******* goggle eye my ******* google or GANDU what?!
so... i took the sin bin approach... walked into the forest... found my artifact of antithesis monotheism for which the newly arrived tribes of polytheism weren't too, too... sure about...
beside Amir and Ahmed and Hah'med... MEDI-TERA-EAN...
the ******* looking at me all blank: you ******* Sudanese donkey bring sprout: stop coughing up useless phlegm at me! ******* Jewing ****!
yeah: constricted language usage: MAtthew will ******* hear you and pass it onto the STASI police...
"**** me, like i had some sad sort of wriggling hand of authority..."
NETTLES... NETTLES... baptism by nettles pinch puncture: will do...
i feel... alive! if not mint in my mouth then nettle teasing on my fingertips which is not akin to the Swiney Tricksee Canadian bull...
oh the *******?!
here you are: castrated and de-bollocked if you were ever to be asking but grandma grand hag i took
my spintzer mah fizzle you never know, truly, how to, dissociate the Germanic from the Saxon to the English: ping ping almost "pre-history": like Sudanese is the Lingua Franca...
what the **** Uzir... Uz I Air Ear... one ******* ear?! one ******* ear? i stomached ancient Romans: oops... long gone... the Jews are still here: renegade in genocide... you people ought be sleeping... but you're still here... so let's assume you are the genuises while i conferred with St Andrew and came up with:
with all the thyme, oregano... mint is to the mouth and lips what NETTLE is to body... MINT-NETTLE...
if you were me and you see the compulsion of having children without having any subjective attachment you might know how to credit and differentiate and how to: put the **** to locker by tow and toughening: a together...
or via: i walked into the forest and what came missing? my shoes my sunglasses... possibly my ego... if this was the appropriate time i applied a deodorant of itch where mint was missing
itching body itching fingertips! why i, wasn't allowed to be an SS-man! why?! such a ****** affair of... "ambitions"...
you call this good existential advertisement? like some ****** Schmuck Chopin wannabe wht ******* concerto: NOCTURNE...
i've been grinding metal like culminating in paradoxical thing-thinking: from a diamond to graphite of scribble... no itch to etch on stone... hmm... i do... begin to realize... relish... the Hebrews should have followed suite akin to: the Assyrians becoming: Syrians... the Romans becoming: Italians... the Greeks becoming: Russian... the Raj nee: Raj... whatever...
Matthew Matthew MAtthew... thank **** i don't use my second name, no one's seconding...
but i did walk into the forest and played a very rare instrument of purpose... dead tree is a guitar... pillar of giggling when there is smoke, and fire... and a wooden stick as bow... i clamored for the indentation of echo and hollow...
what did i receive? i can't remind her, Edie, of the terrible men in her life... but i can't suffocate with all this revival and hope for: by simply: being: good...
i left the forest having foraged for baptism in the nettle like any Roman centurion... good: to: go... i foraged for feeling i foraged for music i foraged for touch i foraged for aloofness i foraged for: egocentricity and politics...
turns out the Israel of formerly-known Hebrew is more alive in north Amjerica than in Europe: i'm glad ISlaam came to Europe... there's nothing to defend not scripture no nothing... i welcome Islam within the abode of threat of the ergonomic and work:
ha ha: even Socrates didn't invent a philosophy of work... Heidegger teased at the idea: prospect... of people talking metaphysics while compulsively averting that not sold mantra of: ARBEIT MACHT FREI...
oh sure... the universe is a clepsydra of nuance and parody...
but i did walk into the forest and scrubbed my body like a baptism or like any reverent Islamist before prayer... i scrubbed by body with nettles... because i had no mint in my mouth to give me Pavlovian giggles of ooch ooch pouch a kangaroo: indigenous the ******* ****-worshipers want to do with a "decapitation" of a limp... ****?
it's not that i don't enjoy women but... there's enjoying and there's: "enjoying"... mantra of the polytheistic and polygamy and the harem!
******* ******* *******
let me just grinder my reindeer and army of metal and we'll be sorted... savvy?!