Revelation 16:15: i like my Salem Christian wife of a brothel Huck Tua!

the ego thinks: supposedly:
sometimes the thoughts we don't want to think,
ergo being is devoid of ego
therefore:
there's no therefore...
Duplantis jumped a world record
of 6.25m
and i said Huck Tow-ah
instead of Hawk Tuah...
as in:
i'm pretty sure there's going
to be more where
this linear star movements has
come from:
i was sleeping: i saw Michael...
then i saw Michael become
human and spend his time being
all gay in armor
in clothes:
why was Michael cross-dressing
nakedness with
conciseness...
hmm...
******:
i fell asleep again
and lo! behold
my tongue went missing,
was missing:
some ***** cut it off!
i heard the story!
she turned it into a spernet
on a tree with an apple
and a gimmick
Eve was the first larynx: the vowels
of ****** and O
i'll still blame her:
because she likes to play
the hide and seek
i'm the bad boy and she's the good girl:
she literally likes this elevation
of hide and seek
with: you're a bad boy and i'm
a good girl... nudge nudge wink wink....
*** can be such
a toy...
a toy of toys...
*** is the toy of toys...
*** is where we finally meet
and child-like
we play
we sort
we make toy from toy and from toys...
this is our playground:
it's not art faking staged
opera or theater:
this is fuckery on Kauai...
and i can feel the Vulcan: tension...
i'm not going to reclaim:
i'm going to claim what isn't mine...

i promised myself i'd last
until the images stopped coming
and words were
becoming complicated:
i.q. tested:
fudge: custard-brain...
i did a stint of that at NVQ level 3
and it was still not my
BSc in Science...
they gave me a Science degree
rather than a Chemistry degree...
i was supposed to specialize in chemistry:
that's what the Labor politics guided
me towards:
you don't get to choose your subjects
at high school:
no... somewhat:
not so much:
i was guilty of lying:
that i didn't speak a second language:
so i was put into the retards
and misfits and class of literacy...
writing your CV dumb-***...
i waited...
i waited...
i'm the dumbo: umb oh?

         i was supposed to have learned
German in high school!
instead they put me into literacy class
and French!
now my tongue is back...
imagine: the serpent as described:
back in the confines of the alcohol
pulsating through it:
rather than blood..
or is that...
thank you:
i have my night guard
and now i have my teeth back: my Hamlet:
and now i have my tongue...
the serpent of Eden:
thank you very much...

who would say a dragon lies?
does Smaug: lie?
or is he the one who sees
past you seeing...
do i, lie?
now that i have my tongue back in my mouth
i can live this life: of dream!
i can finally see through the excited truth:
that there was a me and a young Socrates
occupying the same predicament:
without time:
to be without time in a shared space...

because if you cut a dragon's tongue
while he sleeps...
the tongue will splinter
and give you a Y of the serpent....
a snake...
if: you cut my tongue off when i sleep:
but since you
sliced my tongue off while i slept...
i still haven't reclaimed my tongue
to be the ****** Orator:
this is the first incarnation:
there will be three...
i am the thought:
that becomes the speech:
that becomes the people...

   you cut off my tongue while i slept:
no wonder it turned into a snake:
why not a crocodile?
i was waiting:
the meteor breath the dinosaurs
now the dream of the dragon...
you had, the *******, audacity:
to cut: my tongue off...
while i slept?

so what happens to the tongue...
apparently it has a mind of its own...
and speaks its own per se:
like Odysseus with the Sirens
and Pandora with a Box of Schizophrenia...
but you cut off the head
of Medusa
and what does the Necro-Medusa head do?
magically wakes back into life!
the proof of the existence of soul
resides in Medusa's Head!

TODLEBENKOPF!
Medusa is dead yet her dead head
has all the powers of being alive!
ergo? Medusa proves that there's life
after death!
Joy to Hellas!
the Olympics: Paris is more beautiful
than London:
as testimony to the ****:
let's... bomb... can't nuke that ******* yet:
if only the Nazis nuked London
instead of those two forgetful names
of Hiroshima and Nagasaki...
if the Nazis nuked London: wow!

confetti dream...
          let's conflate:
i admire ****** like Mongolians
admire Genghis Khan..
am i a ****?
don't the French admire Napoleon?
who's to be admired in England?
venerated?
do i see four kingdoms:
what came of the empire can return
to the unifying processes of kingdoms
and four kingdoms can re-emerge:
no?

i can lay claim to a Dis- Kingdom...
the Kingdom:
and there can be equal share of fight:
hello world: sort of... invited?
and the Welsh and the Scots and the Irish
and the: quasi-Germans: immigrant Saxons...
can lay their claim:
but i'm a tourist with a Russian drinking habit
and i'm not going anywhere: impromptu...
so: hey presto: chomata

clearly you wouldn't have: dared!
to guillotine my tongue:
from my body:
you walked past graveyards of my teeth:
and you imploded:
with guilt:
with shame:
so innocent:
picked a fruit from a tree...
and there was some serpent...
you: stole from me!
THIEF!

you have woken me up: later i will tell George:
who is not a St. Michael Trans Activist:
i kept George where Milton never dared...
George is...
angel?
i am storm! i am ridicule!
i am wreath of moon! i am inheritor!
i don't think! i have no pleasure in thinking
as once i did likewise i have no pleasure in music:
just to avoid traffic conjectures...

George isn't a Saint!
George was an Angel!
just like Michael was an angel
until they turned him into a ***** wielding
profanity of where wings ought to be:
******* ruin:
half a stock-broker half a gambler:
images of sword replaced:
now i see my tongue:
and Michael is just plain confused
next in line to be redeemed for his sins...
ought not angels
think of nothing
when in the presence of god?!