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Aug 4
more exciting that anything in literature:
certainly not poetry:
i think therefore i am
has become:
thinking, being, associations:
formalities of language:
prepositions and spacing:
i is equal to comma
or the apostrophe:
i'm getting butterflies in my stomach...
i just conjured up a paradox
of intelligence and the thrill
to succumb to pure impulse:
which is not idiocy...
although that is: id: oscillating...

the original motif was:
if not broken: why fix it?
aren't you going away in a month
or two:
you just bought a new
bicycle:
the old spokes were at least 10 years
old
the new spokes could have lasted
the 2 months
but then you: ingenious meister schiesse...
this is my ego turning into a
little ******:
i overheard someone say
****** was the hero equivalent
of Genghis Khan:
mind you:
Germany is closer to Mongolia
when it comes to looking for archetypes
to figure out the archetype of the Antichrist...

Matthew? Matthew:
      the name is supposed to be a malignant
spot a detriment on your consciousness:
a wounded ego is a wounded ego:
you found it!
d'uh!
not fix it!
****...
you're right...
the thing was new
but i still wanted to change the cassette:
i could feel the heat from the screws...
i could feel:
so what money down the drain:
you know how much
money i spent on prostitutes
how much money was not well spent...
unless:
i sooth the ego: 1x thing right:
you explored women:
readying you for claiming that plump ***
******* i think i landed
a *** mother!

my ego hurts and that's how ego can
be:
in the ancient Latin reference to:
more adventure!
more!
at the bicycle shop i was talking
to this tenderness of manhood...
the son of the father and the grandfather
who founded the shop
now closer becoming a window:

i said i bought the back wheel
online:
did i say that i pampered
the: perfectly working thing
into near obliteration:
i need to either be the serpent that wakes
the dragon
or i need to be the dragon
that takes the serpent from how:
who what
lie and truth was passed:
i was sleeping...

but at least i gave myself the antithesis
of a headache:
a wounded ego
a hurt ego
becomes the unconscious of
collectively: the brain surgeon too:
the bus driver:
but immediately:
like now: the be of being:
now is be
being is later...
that's a finite confine of meaning
that's the finite confines of to mean:
i didn't just typo:
i'm **** at knowing bicycles
i just had an old one
and the spokes started snapping...
watched a few youTube videos
and hey presto: i managed
to change the spoke in the front wheel
but the back wheel was a mystery...
but i wasted so much money
on prostitutes...

******* hell the ordeal:
full swing at it:
i'll **** this new one so good...
chain whip etc
oh i'll **** this one good:
gonna replace my old granny could
ride a bicycle or swim
but my grandfather is coming back
i too, have a: SMYKAŁKE...
Jacob of the Trades:
miser of All..

    but such an uplifting experience:
better than hallucinating
or at least my van Gogh
is in me in my last of life
ingesting hallucinatory parasites
from the botanical kingdom:
****** was a Hero Shaman...
thanks to him Israel
was born...
can we please talk about ******
in a sensible way
without what ****** was to Knausaard
i too have my story...

consciousness can find explorations
of counter-dimensions...
ingest: drink: smoke...
but then the poor child ego
is traumatized:
i have traumatized my ego
that is a fraction i give to each
and every son:
like each and every son gives unto me:
can i glorify those who appeased
the ego
and internally manifest:
you, you think:
these people are competent and don't
turn into leeches of i
instead they become
   the jellyfish of the you: third party
dimension...
  
a sober, vegetarian, shaman...
a shaman the ancient greeks would
have called the Solipsist
the god of the Sophists... or patron:
remind you: saints don't become angels
but gods can become patrons
patrons exist in statues
and are unashamed:
saints can't become patrons:
nor this profanity
of the SECOND FALL OF ANGELS...
how did...
the Archangel Michael become St. Michael?
how can you lie to me:
telling me that Angels can become
Humans: being arches of good
to being saintly bridges of crab infestation?
i've been a second generation
fallen angel and now?! only now?!
Michael is a Saint?
that's worst than: oh right...
he was tempted
to fall with me...
who said i was falling with Gabriel?
maybe Islam can just ingest that...
i was falling down
in a fight with Michael...
he would get a title:
i'd have my name and surname
but my middle name:
Germanic: Conrad:
would remain intact...

Michael is silent:
he will receive his first proper incision:
gave up the sword
took up the flesh of the rod:
masturbated
off he went to those proxy wars..
second time forgetting
the serpent is not one eyed:
i should know my tongue:
it has four eyes maybe 6...
two tongues
four ears
is... this... the "god" you're:
looking, for?

two faces...
         70,000 nostrils...

it feels tiresome to fall asleep
without also having to die:
i wished we slept only once:
reincarnation manifesto:
dropped: ******* goat herding
Himalayan ashen type:
you think i feel intimidated Shiva Shiva:
gum-d'ah-y'ah...

the idiot mistake became
a narrative cruiser...
the ego is not to be blamed...
now the ego compensates:
like understanding children
is understanding the ego:
then to craft the plural
and share
the least amount of understanding
but as much of coordination
and orientation at something
being discovered...
to then... lapse into a backward
walking:
to instill the defiance:
either George is sleeping:
or the dragon is moaning...
but that's not my affair:
i'm just wondering about my tongue...
who needs tongue to moan:
i need a tongue to speak:
and an **** to **** from!
pigeon! Blitzkreig!

that night guard works
like a revelation:
i fall asleep
thinking i'm the greatest new deal
of evil to agitate
this mundane - eye- -e.t.
    can't spell: excuse me...
  
i wounded my ego! good!
no untested aphorisms coming from me:
no: too many thought experiments
6 bison Hertz
zoo bluff Cyrillic shrine: beta beta...

10am thinking i might call her up:
there's thinking:
that the ego, experiences...
and there's
being that the ego: experiences...
how can
or could have come the pillar
of French intellect...
thinking doesn't trickle
into stating one's presence:
alive or dead...
thinking doesn't translate
or trickle down into being...
being might even suppose:
this faculty of thinking:
this alien project:
i can't be with this burden
this parasite of pseudo-consciousness
that's mind the pseudo-mind

but the ego re-calibrates:
on the mount of Sacred Heart, Paris...
the idiot above the evils: of thinking but not doing...
i sometimes think that it's difficult
for evil to pause:
to think evil but do no evil...
   g      o
          o                            d

to think good but do neuter....

      c         a      s
           t       r a       t
            e        d

                i don't understand people
who don't think evil
enterprise their strategy of thinking
good and leaving
this world this Intact-Disarray...
chaos...
to think so much good
and to heave so little resistance...
yet to think of so much evil
as an expansion bracket:
(i)          (           .          )            
       )                Y                 (                _
and tell me:
that i'm not right?
Mateuš Conrad
Written by
Mateuš Conrad  36/M/Essex (England)
(36/M/Essex (England))   
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     Ken Pepiton and David Hilburn
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