Jul 8
O what a welcome happy hangover:
could be drawn, hung and quartered
and i believe anything as durable as this
hangover could make
this world a pretty place and petty too:
like a whisper in my head:
well i clearly couldn't give a **** even
if: but i'm simultaneously constipated
and wondering:
how will i get my scent into this Taylor
Swift t-shirt before sending it
to Edie on Kauai -
how sudden to reflect-reflexively
the mirage of ***
and wants and needs of so many people:
bumping between cliches and
sometimes: in language: nothing spectacular
happens and i can't be
just another with a Shakespearean hard-on /
crutch...
to have to cite Homer too would
be: a hollow cause for envy...
hollow: caustic...
took to two cups of coffee and almost
four with a cigarette head-spin:
literally: my eyes popped out of my head
while the guillotine smiled
and my head rolled into lust and clouds...
headache without a head
too little i thought
with just enough: i am...
names popping up with the vengence
of weeds...
Roger McGough:
i too was influenced by the Beatniks
for a while: but then i grew out and up
toward heavier influences...
some stand alone sod ***:
should i show symptoms of dementia
(as this is my genetic curse
borrowing from my maternal side)...
i'll be the one ingesting magic mushrooms
to spike my nervous system with
flare acid hyper-color...
until then: sobering up antics in everything
non-rhythmic...
Ian Gillan and dog biscuits
only yesterday AC/DC
and i looked like a smart *** using my phone
to write a message to a hyper unruly
teenager grown *** man
dancing on the stairs:
so as part of a response team you get to
coordinate 4 henchmen:
although i wasn't given 4 henchmen...
i was the henchman and i had
four shy, sly, wouldn't even call them foxes:
i was the fox and the wolf
laughing at *****...
i had a ******* Muslim ****** to work
with: for ****'s sake...
we were reminded that it was
the anniversary of the 7/7 bombings
where my then girlfriend:
just missed the bus that was torn open
and i thought to myself:
do Jihadis celebrate Christmas?
just saying: wouldn't they want a new
anniversary for us to worry
about instead of celebrating the same date
years later?
polygamy and these young Muslims boys
still virgins
perhaps so desperate perhaps not
but like i told both of them:
you'll still end up with one good
quality woman
and the rest will be quantifiable jargon
of your own whims and competitive
streaks but
there won't be any real love and fashion
or pickled fingers in all that
brine and liquor of **** juices and Oms
of harmony in the O aghast chasms of More...
come to think of it:
you wouldn't discover anything about
women even if a woman
told you: in the capacity of being educated
as a psychotherapist...
you'd be better off reading
Madame Bovary by Flaubert...
men learn nothing about women
when women educate men about women:
men learn everything about women
from other men... period...
ditto ditto ditto...
another article in the culture magazine
i picked up was
all about....
now that movie: the Zone of Interest
truly captivated me:
more than the soppy story of Schindler's
List:
because i had to re-watch that latter movie
realizing:
oh... so the whole "action" sequence:
that didn't happen in Auschwitz: did it?
most were Polish Jews
regardless i think whether they were Jews...
what's stressed is their Jewishness:
dunno: bit of a ***** topic if you
care to concern yourself
with what my grandfather used to say
the Jews used to say in Poland
to the natives:
our tenements, your streets...
proudly: openly...
OUR TENEMENTS, YOUR STREETS...
nasze kamienice: wasze ulice...
basically you should be happy to be homeless
while we strip you to the bare knuckle
of rent!
so yeah, i have mixed emotions
with regards to: "x"... kiss kiss: meu meu... meow...
hasty: hatching a plan...
herrbittebonbon! from memory:
but i best punctuate it
to structure the affair of being a child and running
up to SS-mensch and asking for
sweets: herr! bitte bonbon!
and getting those sweets and then
running back to the house
with my hands glued together and having
my mother wash the sweets off my hands:
knowing my luck: apart form my father,
no one in my family had any luck with women...
my grandfather's mother was a flirt
conceived him out of wedlock
and had 5 other: some *******...
then my father's mother abandoned him
blah blah...
oh jeez: women... what a headache...
i don't even know if the Islamic approach is any
better:
the cruelty of women and the reality
of nature and you're just a ***** donor
lucky if you're that angler that Dutch perverter
of DNA who donated over 1000 cases
and imagine in a world so small that
the two people collide and turn out
being cousins...
then comes all the blatant
DNA revisionism and how the Chinese
just added about a foot to their height
but apparently really tall Chinese are somehow
normal somewhere over there
but at this moment i'm hardly going to protest
freaks us all: freakazoids...
but just outright shock! aghast! no no...
or simply outright evil:
less the people and more the ideology
because to think that people couldn't
change their mind but merely obliterated
themselves as consorts of the obligated
shakes and stirs me... consorts of the obliging:
obliterated like that:
brain virus nervous system dead...
but what's the difference between
**** ideology, communism, Christianity or Islam:
from man unto man unto:
crazy radical and nothingness to reboot...
and then years later:
some procrastination with a rebellious streak of:
well: at least we know that Christianity
waged a war against words for the longest
known time:
Christianity is a religion of images:
it's not a religion of words...
hence why certain words have become images:
Trademarking...
why Islam emerged with
its strict ordeals to curb the use of images:
like for like...
if you're going to get a tornado:
might as well think a butterfly started it...
could be drawn, hung and quartered
and i believe anything as durable as this
hangover could make
this world a pretty place and petty too:
like a whisper in my head:
well i clearly couldn't give a **** even
if: but i'm simultaneously constipated
and wondering:
how will i get my scent into this Taylor
Swift t-shirt before sending it
to Edie on Kauai -
how sudden to reflect-reflexively
the mirage of ***
and wants and needs of so many people:
bumping between cliches and
sometimes: in language: nothing spectacular
happens and i can't be
just another with a Shakespearean hard-on /
crutch...
to have to cite Homer too would
be: a hollow cause for envy...
hollow: caustic...
took to two cups of coffee and almost
four with a cigarette head-spin:
literally: my eyes popped out of my head
while the guillotine smiled
and my head rolled into lust and clouds...
headache without a head
too little i thought
with just enough: i am...
names popping up with the vengence
of weeds...
Roger McGough:
i too was influenced by the Beatniks
for a while: but then i grew out and up
toward heavier influences...
some stand alone sod ***:
should i show symptoms of dementia
(as this is my genetic curse
borrowing from my maternal side)...
i'll be the one ingesting magic mushrooms
to spike my nervous system with
flare acid hyper-color...
until then: sobering up antics in everything
non-rhythmic...
Ian Gillan and dog biscuits
only yesterday AC/DC
and i looked like a smart *** using my phone
to write a message to a hyper unruly
teenager grown *** man
dancing on the stairs:
so as part of a response team you get to
coordinate 4 henchmen:
although i wasn't given 4 henchmen...
i was the henchman and i had
four shy, sly, wouldn't even call them foxes:
i was the fox and the wolf
laughing at *****...
i had a ******* Muslim ****** to work
with: for ****'s sake...
we were reminded that it was
the anniversary of the 7/7 bombings
where my then girlfriend:
just missed the bus that was torn open
and i thought to myself:
do Jihadis celebrate Christmas?
just saying: wouldn't they want a new
anniversary for us to worry
about instead of celebrating the same date
years later?
polygamy and these young Muslims boys
still virgins
perhaps so desperate perhaps not
but like i told both of them:
you'll still end up with one good
quality woman
and the rest will be quantifiable jargon
of your own whims and competitive
streaks but
there won't be any real love and fashion
or pickled fingers in all that
brine and liquor of **** juices and Oms
of harmony in the O aghast chasms of More...
come to think of it:
you wouldn't discover anything about
women even if a woman
told you: in the capacity of being educated
as a psychotherapist...
you'd be better off reading
Madame Bovary by Flaubert...
men learn nothing about women
when women educate men about women:
men learn everything about women
from other men... period...
ditto ditto ditto...
another article in the culture magazine
i picked up was
all about....
now that movie: the Zone of Interest
truly captivated me:
more than the soppy story of Schindler's
List:
because i had to re-watch that latter movie
realizing:
oh... so the whole "action" sequence:
that didn't happen in Auschwitz: did it?
most were Polish Jews
regardless i think whether they were Jews...
what's stressed is their Jewishness:
dunno: bit of a ***** topic if you
care to concern yourself
with what my grandfather used to say
the Jews used to say in Poland
to the natives:
our tenements, your streets...
proudly: openly...
OUR TENEMENTS, YOUR STREETS...
nasze kamienice: wasze ulice...
basically you should be happy to be homeless
while we strip you to the bare knuckle
of rent!
so yeah, i have mixed emotions
with regards to: "x"... kiss kiss: meu meu... meow...
hasty: hatching a plan...
herrbittebonbon! from memory:
but i best punctuate it
to structure the affair of being a child and running
up to SS-mensch and asking for
sweets: herr! bitte bonbon!
and getting those sweets and then
running back to the house
with my hands glued together and having
my mother wash the sweets off my hands:
knowing my luck: apart form my father,
no one in my family had any luck with women...
my grandfather's mother was a flirt
conceived him out of wedlock
and had 5 other: some *******...
then my father's mother abandoned him
blah blah...
oh jeez: women... what a headache...
i don't even know if the Islamic approach is any
better:
the cruelty of women and the reality
of nature and you're just a ***** donor
lucky if you're that angler that Dutch perverter
of DNA who donated over 1000 cases
and imagine in a world so small that
the two people collide and turn out
being cousins...
then comes all the blatant
DNA revisionism and how the Chinese
just added about a foot to their height
but apparently really tall Chinese are somehow
normal somewhere over there
but at this moment i'm hardly going to protest
freaks us all: freakazoids...
but just outright shock! aghast! no no...
or simply outright evil:
less the people and more the ideology
because to think that people couldn't
change their mind but merely obliterated
themselves as consorts of the obligated
shakes and stirs me... consorts of the obliging:
obliterated like that:
brain virus nervous system dead...
but what's the difference between
**** ideology, communism, Christianity or Islam:
from man unto man unto:
crazy radical and nothingness to reboot...
and then years later:
some procrastination with a rebellious streak of:
well: at least we know that Christianity
waged a war against words for the longest
known time:
Christianity is a religion of images:
it's not a religion of words...
hence why certain words have become images:
Trademarking...
why Islam emerged with
its strict ordeals to curb the use of images:
like for like...
if you're going to get a tornado:
might as well think a butterfly started it...
