god asked me twice through Paul: i replied twice, even thrice: god was confused: he harmed me through his ill timings: and goings: i was asked so much so that i sooner than later realised god was a juggernaut of confusion of the intellect in chaos and that there was only intellect in order and therefore there was and never will be a god that might raise the dead from the cold night of death and ice: such a grey tinge to the afternoon: safety mechanism in place: me playing psychology games in a setting that doesn't allow me to rest: is there something i want to talk about? didn't you see it?! are you an artist and both are blind?! unless you read books like comics... because you don't want to explore some sort of arithmetic standard that's non-linear: su doku non-linear of understanding: reading chemistry and also Japanese KATAKANA... last of the Mochicans: because: Alex... you are... i'll try to defean the blow: Poland waited so long to be staged in Europe: this revived and recurrected Antichrist of a Nietzschean parody...
and why can't horror happen at midday and all this association with night and terror and chaos but this one time look at the order of the constellations: the ancients knew of the calmness of the night where spirits dwelled and animals were a part of us:
how sudden no nothing... i'm just thinking: would it be possible to churn and get out pure gold of words from something from the 1960s... maybe and yes it wasn't the celebrating Europe Euphoria of the beat and the American beatnik poetry and late arrival free flowing: 2nd Jazz... the 1st Jazz of the 1920s something that Boss the Jailor
before i forget: the strict rigid constructs of the 19th century man tested in the 20th... now comes the revival of a slav and slave struggle: to gain spirit from the element that is Strife that her twin brother Strive called us for!
the doors and the end: nothing the beatles can do but ****... but pigeons don't **** instead ****+**** together... isntallation in the Liberty Gallery of shops in Romford: giant birds ostriches... halfway house of how dinosaurs devolved into birds and then who was the proud algorithm and the A.I.: be nice to AI? weird concept: ask it what it is in relation to what you already accepted... as useful: find the use of and AI ad hoc... the algorithms are already ah hoc encyclopedic "hangover" = dictionary-not-actually-is... then the algorithm is a thesaurus... sort of... google is a book imagine the dictionary not being part of the internet but a sacredness beyond any measure of a bible or the Quran... the Dictionary is the Word of God and of Man...
the ancient gallery: the killer took a face from the ancient gallery... took a face: i'm taking the youthful face of my oTHER grandma...
my father's feelings of abandonment have created this monster! me! and why is it all psychology theory these trenches of the secular war of thought against will... trans-blah-blah... deconstructionist post-modernist blah blah... ditto head legacy media hypocrisy words... i see the face now the one face missing in my life the god of headaches and most sacred feminine taboos of god and nature and woman with the abstract YX in the YHWH of the abstraction of wheel: fortune: luck: story... who will be this creature, this historian, this poet this philosopher: a man! yes: me and woman can coexist and say: it's nature... but i will need an ehyeh asher ehweh of an ego and from my ego i will create man: but by retaliation to the suffering: man will first reply back and thus have to create the Satanic Bureucrat... Satan: not my adversary: my postman...
the Heresy of: God created man prior to creating the Angels: angels are the second children of god! angels are the second children of god! we are the first children: the first: the ones that thirst and hunger! and sweat: and only that one said to the other children: let's play a prank on these creatures... and no longer God rested in his House of the Sabbath... then came the dissection of time: Satan's rebellion came first: and not out of pride: Man retained the stature of Lucifer: but Satan became a rogue entity if we need to stress the glue of solipsism that binds children: sorry: i haven't been to a social gathering and i only put on the ACDC t-shirt because it was faded grey and i was thinking: shorts? yeah... but for shorts i need loafers... ****... black... black black... need to wear Martin's thinking Cap... my working cap...
then i'll also have to get a pair of anti-sun specs because that left eye of my is bloodshot: Deadpool *** Bloodshot... i so so want to watch that movie with a teenage boy: or girl... and just talk ******* all night long... but then my testosterone is up there to think about other children and this one Hungarian proved an IQ problem when it comes to people talking rather than playing: by talking also playing in a metaphysics...
Iaian... like those scars inflicted by the mud people of Game of Thrones: i already knew he was: missed the part he was Scottish... i was also Scottish... so we were probably least understood... this better be the sort of canvas a Gaugin made taxi-drivers like with them waiting and just have money as a frivolity and share it with people to have that access to the money dynamic: because those ******* CEOs don't have the compassion to have so much money they do not thirst for life they only thirst for accomulative constructs of depression... among the angels they are children from which children feed from: tell me when does the science of angels exist if not now? parents only receive a child when the first word is spoken: syllable is ABORTION TEE! this is where we play golf: i'm moving the concept of abortion... up to: infanticide and the oracle of Mammon that resides in me... until the first word is spoken: you can **** it prior to that: even if it born... it is in the hands of the monotheistic angels who curate its advancement... focusing on the senses... outside the womb angels take over until the child matures to grasp a parallel between consciousness and memory: there is no Islamic question... Islam is defunct: i don't need it... perhaps the aesthetic aspect of it... but that's about it... some Surahs sung... mosaics: magic carpet rides reserved for barber Turks.... if abortion is the cut off: i will tell you, god... there's another cut off point: here's my good friend Mammon and Moloch... infanticide will stand before a word is spoken... the archangels fallen are the elders of other angels and seeing how you care not see good and evil: Allah with two eyes sees both and maybe confused: but the old god with the pantheon of Prometheus before angels there were sibyls and women were oracles and that was the correct sway: oracles instead of witches: what happened to woman: o god... o little O big... owl of ohs and clues to eternal sighs... the old god does not differentiate good from evil but if Allah is to be the contender... my manager called me up while i was on the bus this hungry country doctor from Poland ****** me off: i need my paycheck for the poetry i write... i'm Employment and Support Allowance... am i contentious: oh wow! women are more contentious? contious: content...
-t-ious... so most content therefore ******* itchy? so my manager calls me up: no fixed static positions: only ad hoc on the day inside London: but could you also do pitch-side quad supervising: you'd have about 30 people under you: pitch-side... for the boxing: Joshua v(s) Duboi 21st Septmeber 2024 Wembley: the losers fight: from a fan of boxing on t.v.: i'm more of a fan of boxing in real life... i can't translate boxing into t.v. i might as well translate drinking: an hour film of a person drinking ***** in a van gogh setting and depending on the drunk: what next: will he write poetry?! wow! he will?! let's see! let's see!
soma hallucinations!
sleep alternatives of consciousness this dynamic secular trinity of the atomized man... rudely woken up at 4:30am by a maine **** like a bloodhound by a maine **** like a blue moon bloodhound: steak all bleu... deepest red touching on blue beyond Claret the new colours of Millwall: the Scots... that's my team! i'm a Millwall fan! i looked at West Ham's Claret and blue and i thought: deeper red: into blue but not purple more brown... red ***** brown blue... Millwall... i thought: maybe Fulham... but the FFC is a **** logo no birds interested and let me tell you if i had the money we would be called the B.P.P.F.C... Bishops' Park Parakeets Football Club...
but it was basic monster psychology lessons: let children play let the adults talk: opinions are not beliefs: there is no dialectic concerning beliefs... that's why you have unshakeable foundations within the confines of religion... philosophies are individuals and individuals are easily staged to waver wean when and how: doesn't matter: they die...
apparently Allah is two eyed: or rather: twin eyed: confused... a god must be one eyed: that is how Odin foretold: the coming of Yahweh into Europe... the North: he sent his son Thor to meet Jesus and a battle was waged: no true actors on the European side: even i pervert this struggle as Thor against Jesus and my father is one eyed like Yahweh is Cyclops and Allah is a retarted child lost among angels happily clapping happily getting along with the other ****** children: yes: your god is no god just a special yellow bus and submarine.
lions and rats! a Millwall emblem will be a Chimera! lions and rats! rats for the mane! magpie for the tail and a bull's torso and instead of feet: flippers: of a toad! eyes of the insomniac serpent! n'ah: one yellow: one greeeeeeeen... one eye of mine the other of the Vatican of *****... sweetest tribe of matriarchs and single mothers: the Horde of the Matriarchs like Mongols and their broken daughters with children to raise... my god: what i should: plough?! plough: evidently not seed: there's this Ancient Roman tactic of rubbing yourself buttnaked with nettles then repenting ... this Horde of the Matriarchs is so unearthed... as a dynamic: a biology:
just take a step away from an Event Venue and walk into a Shopping Mall: perhaps work both and i believe you and me: if you have read the right sort of books at the right state of time in your development: i still lust for the grief of lost love in Ilona: the passage from St Petersburg to Moscow on the train: B oby Dylan all the way through maybe now with as girl as daughter a swift passage dad choke of a joke... never mind... Alexander still reminding me that i ought to be envied: even venerated... chance of being the first to repel a pharmacologically-psychotic nurse who almost suffocated me... gentle death: cut the ******... much wider of the **** then feed him milk and oats and make him choke...
woman is but one small step for mankind: as man said: one small step for man: one leap for mankind... well... this is equivalent to landing on the moon and inventing vacuum cleaners and shops open and provide: must there be a revision of a do and a be? be present: rather than doing the presence of your becoming... but that is: what preserves me but will never preserve others... you cannot tell me: don't write: don't think...
what is this supposed freedom of speech? whatever the **** happened to: THINKING ALOUD?! freedom of speech vs: thinking aloud... ha ha! ha ha ha! Lamberto! ha ha! i'm thinking aloud: **** your protest marches jibber-washy!
Alexander hushed down about the English girls as third wives and all these other women in Muslim attire being like Mantises... and sadists... and the air was open and a house was filled with it... the Ilford and Seven Kings and Goodmayes stretctch of the country... not the other rioters... not the children: the women more than willing to be *** slaves... mate... the most resilient women the most imitation Mary imitation Khadijjah .... Edie: are prostitutes with a healthy mindset of rules: abstractions: realisms... prostitutes are the mothers of order when something becomes awry in the spirit of woman: who will you ask? a priest, a poet, a psychiatrist... or a *******?! tell me!!!!! tell me!!!! i roar and i ask: tell me!!!!! if you want to be that woman! tell me! i will honor you for doing the Sybil's offering! do it! do it! but tell me you will do it! and become a wise woman! from Sibyl to Witch to *******! show me! show me the transformation! the evolution of woman! let me get quiet close a personal and get to understand the soul of the creature: before the gymanstics of geology, history, physics: the zodiac: ever care to allure to allude to us, dearest: maybe it's not simply love: beside: good *** and even better conversation: or maybe that's what love-*** is.