a day without meat:

last night i allowed a mosquito
to feed off me
while sitting in darkness
and a garden

of my own toils
when my next door neighbor finally
replaced her fencing:
the groundwork
began...

the groundwork began
i had to unearth so many trees and their
roots
their brains
dead from no light
the roots and the source of roots
like
playing Cards
me on the floor
by the couch
and my Father asleep
on the couch: Pb
the cards:
watching England draw with Slovenia
(not Slovakia)

i feel a sort of subtle Pan-Slavic-Theism
since the Germanic peoples
do not have members of their ethnicity
in the religious category of Orthodoxy...

kinda sneering at Catholics
this Protestant lot
these Schism that's Christianity
the Cannibalism:

i made a promise: testing it:
will it become religiously prestige OUS
NOUS NOUNS...
but just dawns on me while micro-dosing
hearing stories of how black
guys abused cannabis
and didn't see the MELANGE
the HERB to Dune's Spice...
we need the 'ERBERUS

but i see the parallels: perhaps Frank Herbert
was thinking about Lawrence of Arabia
and the ugly Turk:
my barber? yes: probably my barber
and when they say how much they smoke
and smoked
and here's me SHAMANIC micro-dosing
because i love the effect
of this gateway honing in on consciousness
making productive avenues:

ounces and scallops
and bags and bags
like bodies of the stuff
clearly the pink in pink
of the eyes
or the green in pink and brown and blue
in pink: unlike a blue in blue
her darkness a brown
around a black of pupil...

        but me and my poor 3.5g a month
and i smoke everyday: mind you...
but then i'm also
cogni-scient...
i know or should know the alternative
of that spelling
cogniescient:

    constant

my father came with me to the dentist
today
and my dentist almost lost the plot
unlike going to a barber
or a *******:
i just love how they now equip
you with sunglasses
and you relax
while someone puts their hands into your
mouth
unlike putting your ****
into someone else's or rather someone
wanting to put your **** in your mouth
like archetypes of octopii
snakes
                 lizards spiders foxes
bears and lions... hawks
kestrels: robins and crows... swans...
some variations of a dinosaur...
me talking mushrooms and insect brains...

i want to work so me smoking while
getting to grips with narrative i had
as sketches
and images and grunts in my head
now trickle to Loki and my handsfree
typewriter for Tom Hanks
or *** *** Rod Steward
and the model train set...

                   we need to understand something
about war and woman and wooing and woe
and we need to know something is not
exactly as it might have been
in 1960s literature...

                                       dynastic-slaughterhouse
because we all know the clue culprits
of World War I and II in the house of
Windsor
and from Victoria
Weimar and Versailles -
Chamberlain speaking - waving a **** goodbye
then Churchill being a nice doggy:
no dodge:
like i am no luvvie dubby...
                
time as nothing more than a:
day by day day in day out
what boring Time
but man invented Time
while God invented Space
God has no real definition of time
while man has...
God Created Space because God is Time:
but if God is Time
then there is no God as God
only Time as Time
therefore: this space: pockets of it: before me...

i'll test the hallucinogenic voices
when dementia props its ugly head
in the DNA gene-historicity
if my fellow sons, cousins,
fathers, uncles, great-grandfathers...
went down the routes so
hardly to be plagiarized...

                                       being and time
being and nothing:
nothing is not in the dimension of time:
time cannot contain the conditioning toward
a nothing-gravity
a nothing-burger
a nothing-water
a nothing-worm....

                       nothing is a space...
a pocket of space....
being is time: ergo Heidegger's youth was
about:

     to be and being...

          TO BE AND BEING
time and time:
being and being...

                                    hmm: the Missus started
flaking, texting...
jeez what sneeze what loose
what EH O: Nigerian: LO YO!
GINGERI BO YO
SUM RO LO................................
**** me the Missus calls
i can't be here having literary
ambitions
paying rent
blah blah
she a realist
gonna sort my life out
like i'll be having
a mommy mummy
a mo
      moo
    U A a mummy...

              like for 10 years...
great *** great *******
like older than me so more
flexible... older than me by 20
and like in gayworld crusader jargon
the bad seed of CIS CISTIC GNOSIS
reproducing evil
and the little goods...