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Aug 27
such a beautiful jumble of thoughts:
come the night
i don't want to the last time i will see
marijunana see daylight:
just like the apples my father plucked
from the tree in the garden
reality check...
it was real...   what a beautiful jumble
of thoughts: thoughts and oughts...
not so binary?
maybe 7000 miles apart dearest girl
and the iron maiden you sent
my ego into...
but...
now i tell you as man among angels
and demons: YHWH is also said:
JE CHOWA: he who hides them:
the women...
so well that now they torture men with
so much exposed flesh...
then hide them in winter
and Islam...
religion is too rigid
science is imitation of religion
but there's no realistic:
dogmatism of science
outside of the method:
and the method is rather simple:
but belief is complex...

god to angels
a required sought song...
god is a cognitive architecture
not a psychology
god is also nothing
and nothing is also a cognitive architecture
it's not a person
and certainly only Jesus...

had a thought about Nietzsche
roaming the continent
imagining a dancing star
and ****** and Ghandi was right:
for 2000 years the Europeans
glorified the name of Jesus Christ
and now they'll glorify the name
of Adolph ******...
well? seriously? isn't it an amazing story?

the will to strife is the will to strive:
power is secondary...
there is no will in power:
power is the sound that comes
after the aeroplane in the sky
echo boom
the will to strive and to strive
is like light
and power comes second like
genius of an equation
Eschlert = Matthew + Conrad...
weird...      square myself schizoid and
discover dementia
and abstract brain damage
Joseph Martin and Me
because Miroslav belongs to Eva
and Eva is the 1/4: one quarter the QUA
not the QUO                     vadis:
qua: as i am: going somewhere:
i don't need anyone to ask me...
she's a difficult mother
i think like Reyla i don't feel hungry...

god is a cognitive architecture
and nothing is a cognitive architecture
and not the first and ultimate
person:
upon meeting the mortals gaining access
through the grace of death
come to meet the immortals
who some were born of Fire
some were born of Air...
there is no question about the superiority
of the Elements...
until the Hebrew god came
Allah took the easy route...
and tried to imitate Adonai...
the will to strife is the will to strive:
power comes second...
how did he travel north
and settled his people in Poland:
who was that second Moses
i'm not allowed to hear of?
why isn't Jewish history in the mainstream
were you oh you
waiting for me? the Holocaust happened
after i arrived:
but i arrived with Chernobyll:
yes, poet-bouncer, backgammaon enthusiant
cage of chess comparison:
fate a game: trying to put chance
and luck into strategy...
her god fears me...
that's why i'm hearing all these geniuses
in the air:
her god fears me...
i can sense that...
her god fears me:
because i did say to her:
i also fear a god:
but it's not your god:
i thirst:
a blood that's water that's knowledge...

i wrote that sentence and realised
my cat is trying to fall alseep:
me made a pact...
don't snuggle to me...
i will have one side of the bed:
you have the other side...
use the pillows if you must...
we... don't... ******* snuggle!

Oasis reformed... 2025(6)
i probably won't be here...
i'm still listening to the best band in the industry
that will not be exported like Rammstein
i wish... i wish Faun could be exported better...
i like archeological music...
that's what's or was out countries
before the great funnel experiment...
like a 2nd Mongolian Horde... you what?!

your god fears me...
doesn't?                                 no...          
but does he fear my god?
i too have a god...
                                    i don't know his name!
i'm looking for him!
i'm the Nietzsche in reverse...
he came to a church
with encore and wind
and i couldn't just say it was Jesus
so i didn't ask: kept my mouth shut
and just ran out...
of the church:
exactly!
what if that experience happened to me
in a Mosque or a trainstation
of a Synagogue... Liverpool St.:
god i love that station...
and Baker Street... two of my favorite stations
on the London Liver and St Pancreas...
something something..
organic in inorganic...
how life begins...

start early finish early:
doctor's appointment 10:50am doubled up
cycled, checked...
in person... telephone too expensive
and not everyone is on Whatsapp...
then for whiskey and some vit juice
and sparkling water:
if not on the moon then in
an aquarium... i promise you...

something's wrong with my bicycle:
it's brand new!
brand new!

the northern, crusades!
******, Communism,
decadeance of foreign *******
being the kings of Poland:
Poland's concept of
autocracy... kings... queens...
what the **** happened?
not ****** enough no Windsor
goldfish eyes
and the Hapsburg jaw?
not enough ****** power struggles:
the Windsor goldfish eyes
and the Hapsburg jaw?
oh Poland was a brothel for the kings
of Europe...
what better queen to start off with
than Jagiełło í Jadwiga

       yes.... in ****** í               í
not: pieg...              i added that distinction to assure you:
í: in English: and... is a conjunction...
so... pay... attention...
dear... child... before... i...
turn... into a... berserker!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

let's not be: lazy like the English
and keeping all the Latin
letters and not being: immersive...
hmm... other adjectives, qualities:
let's not be so airy-*******-fairy...
until my return... this canvas should be left
intact: pristine...

to the ancients including Mohammad
from Plato abhorred the poets
and the sophists became politicians
but i don't understand the rigidity
of the ideology call it religion
if you want to soften the blow:
i'm currently thinking about bringing
only one book to Kauai:
a Thesaurus...
i don't think i need a Bible or a Quran...
i think i'm secular scary enough
to only bring a Thesaurus with me...
o.k. vol 6 of Knausgaard's Mein Kampf...

but did the ancients envision such
parasites as journalists?!
never in a million:               ah... hemlock:
maybe a year...
what would the ancients have realised
when books were sacred and now newspapers
and this one poet turned bouncer
just started puking
at the existence of journalism:
that is my motive: my strife:
my will to overcome strife and let it become
a striving.

seriously: you want me to remember falling asleep?
i thought sleep is forgetfulness
and why some of us are rigid dylexics
and some of us simply don't dream

oh the Second French Republic:
something miraculous happened in France
a second Rome
and it lasted
for so long before the Afghantistan of Europe
that's England...
since the Romans couldn't
so the Saxons came in
and that's probably just after the establishment
of the League of Lobardy:
i'm not going to check the dates...
but the Aenaes? where who is the next
more myth and no religion
no science no journalism: i need to feed off myth...
year 0:
not that i want to control time
but there's just too much mortal baggage
and i want toi clarify something:
maybe in two tongue: when i get the chance...
Reyla was already freaked out
that i spoke two tongues
it wasn't that i said WATER
funny at a pool party on Kauai:
jeez i'd become
of ignorant of the world...
or maybe the world could be allowed to become
ignorant of me...
          i really don't need to write this
but i also don't need to watch t.v. or
Bukowski gamble...
posit god as personality:
chance: the universe: multiverse of stories...
indivudals in a universe...
o.k. so a bit like the faction who direct
Titanic:
a Romey and Juliety...
a romance at first: but then: DISASTER MOVIE
GENRE...
volcano erupts:
Priam the Idiot
remembered forever:
didn't listen to either Hector or Paris...
Priam the Idiot...
the parasite authority without mind...
there's a reason why i rewatched Troy
and Titanic almost simultaneously...
you're so annoying...
am i? just... just a headache?
baby girl: you want to make this like
we're hanging out in public and i get
you kissing then you mouth me off?!
you want third party sources
to establish know-how about our ***
life?
salute! to your forever protruding nibbles
of *******! BB GG... ha ha!

yes, the bicycle...
classic style: real tight: thin frame...
but the high gears...
14 in total...
7l
and 7h       respectively low and high...
problem comes
in the form:
7h7'6'5...

       do you understand? 7h7'6'5... if you do
please elaborate... leave a comment...
my girlfriend tells me
i intimidate people...
my... GIRLFRIENDs!
tell me i INDTIMIDATE... PEOPLE...
7 higher:
of those: i think there is not enough
slouch on the bicycle chain
that's why it feels like my bearings are ****
when i was the one
who ****** them wrong:
but now i know the bicycle chain
is too short:
the buckling and cranking and creaking
and creeping...
on H765...                 high forward peddle:
something... or other...
2x                      7x
14...        the upper tier: malfunctions need
to go back to Cycle King and build up
Brother Love...
talk of machinery, now?
so the advent of machinery of the bus driver
not enough *** to replace
so a population collapse
like Japan already knows and Europe
is too ******* stupid to notice
like Weimar
and i'll be dead before this CARNAGE
ARMAGEDDON emerges...
why panic... when what you foretell
will only happen with
the sanctity of your death: said a Sybil:
once...
                  well that's good: so...    hey **!
Mateuš Conrad
Written by
Mateuš Conrad  36/M/Essex (England)
(36/M/Essex (England))   
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