Sep 4
i need music! ****! i need music:
how much talking are we going to
get to with you snoring and me snorkeling
in finding typos!
cats meow: women snore:
not able to find the Sibyls
and moon jive: to then walk...
seriously! feminism is like the epicentre
of what women: in the old:
used to be like: prophets!
the ones giving birth arriving at death also
first... with thirst...
and the woman that heaved a Socrates to
his dominion over people...
is not... the same woman who said
god loved christ and thus sent him
to be a crucified pork belly!
yes! Beelzebub groan... you know this to be true!
rhinos and elephants don't snore!
yes... what is woman in relation to
a grand man like Socrates...
the ******* ****** birth?
i appreciate your insult:
they have width and height and i'm an inch taller
but can't spread your lie:
just say i'm a bilingual schizophrenic
with an addiction to Moscow Army Parades...
because that's where i slumped...
Moscow Day of Victory Parades...
no ***** riot... just the ***** police of western feminism...
music!music!
you snore i need to the feed the cats or something
maybe Reyla needs some breakfast cereyal
maybe she has teenage angst...
o.k.
you just...
oh wow... don't try to wake up! keep snoring!
daddy is on a mission...
daddy is on a mission...
is that a cat or is that Reyla?
my my MUSUBI...
face-hugger.....
purr or trill: to THOT
THOT THOT...
oh wait... that's still you snorting the snore of
the snorkel... almost gagging
on purr...
and whimper and so many variations
of nature made compounded by how communication
can be arrived at in the microcosm of the unconscioius
and the the macrocosm of consciousness
that somehow deems Islam
with a rekindled flash of genius...
and i'm sorry: no... now:
begins the new age...
i'm psychonlaysing people in their sleep:
when my love in hales her snores
the Chimera
of a laughing hyena...
the rattle of a snake...
the rhasp of a crocodile smiling...
the agenda...
inhales... her snores: she sounds like
a spy hog
laughing hyena baby...
then falls silent...
then somewhere a woman i dossociate with
loses her mind....
this phone conversation went on for over 7h and
she'll wake up and realise... i was necrophyliac
with her i was a night walker:
i made the day into a night
and i've been forver asleep...
but she will wake up
and i will explain: once more...
the relationship to AI technology within
the already available confines of
algorithm scrutiny...
and people will know that i appropriate
to a near defunct
study of NVQ study in whatever
direction outside the GCSE and A-LEVEL
******* economic model
of crafting man...
with AI...
what did i learn in the brothel?
what else did i learn in the playground?
this psychonalysis...
no Freud would came the time to make his day
into listening to the woman
he loves... sleep...
that would be a ******* fate worse
than suicide!
my day, come 6pm... involves...
me listening to you sleep... snore... try to become
a walking soma
attentive... a night walker:
you talk to me in sonic riddles...
woman: and then consciously you cry like
i am a hinge of rock to give outlet
to: from mountains came the rivers:
since the mountains reach for the skies
and tickled clouds and said:
i work for charity: give us some filter...
****! no rewind button!
no rewind button!
i'm getting messaged to squeky toy
by people who think
i own all poetry or hello poetry
they want my page to get more traction:
**** me it's not my page
i just don't care!
so paychonalaysis of me talking to you
and writing about you while you sleep:
somewhere in the distance a child
is crying...
last night
a cat fight broke the harmony of the night
with the dogs starting to bark on posit
of authority...
****! no REWIND button!
you snoring is like SNMR:
music worth of ****...
sound of rain on tent
sound of rain on tin roof
sound of rain and thunder
sound of a blizzard...
sound of wind and crows
sound of fireplace crackling...
sound of: surgery...
seriously: i love a woman more
when she has the audacity to insult me...
it feels that...
well: if she can insult me:
but appetisers other men...
weirdly: cut... gem...
yes: creaking door Thomas alseep...
no ******* barrage of good music:
just subtle interpretations of language:
because man speaks like all the other animals:
but only when he's alseep...
and robot too...
and the insult were like ******* microcosms...
she really can insult me
but then i know the tugging magnetism
that made her leave this conversation
on and ticking...
Gaugin and the taxi-drivers...
just saying...
she's going to wake up and realise
for all her hurt i tried to be a gentleman and keep
her company in her sleep:
so i could hone in on how
there can be: an eatablished:
conversational-schizophrenia...
conversational-dementia...
it can be achieved...
but it requires a potency to drive
the human experience beyond the Benelux
easy-way out policy of euthanasia....
how much talking are we going to
get to with you snoring and me snorkeling
in finding typos!
cats meow: women snore:
not able to find the Sibyls
and moon jive: to then walk...
seriously! feminism is like the epicentre
of what women: in the old:
used to be like: prophets!
the ones giving birth arriving at death also
first... with thirst...
and the woman that heaved a Socrates to
his dominion over people...
is not... the same woman who said
god loved christ and thus sent him
to be a crucified pork belly!
yes! Beelzebub groan... you know this to be true!
rhinos and elephants don't snore!
yes... what is woman in relation to
a grand man like Socrates...
the ******* ****** birth?
i appreciate your insult:
they have width and height and i'm an inch taller
but can't spread your lie:
just say i'm a bilingual schizophrenic
with an addiction to Moscow Army Parades...
because that's where i slumped...
Moscow Day of Victory Parades...
no ***** riot... just the ***** police of western feminism...
music!music!
you snore i need to the feed the cats or something
maybe Reyla needs some breakfast cereyal
maybe she has teenage angst...
o.k.
you just...
oh wow... don't try to wake up! keep snoring!
daddy is on a mission...
daddy is on a mission...
is that a cat or is that Reyla?
my my MUSUBI...
face-hugger.....
purr or trill: to THOT
THOT THOT...
oh wait... that's still you snorting the snore of
the snorkel... almost gagging
on purr...
and whimper and so many variations
of nature made compounded by how communication
can be arrived at in the microcosm of the unconscioius
and the the macrocosm of consciousness
that somehow deems Islam
with a rekindled flash of genius...
and i'm sorry: no... now:
begins the new age...
i'm psychonlaysing people in their sleep:
when my love in hales her snores
the Chimera
of a laughing hyena...
the rattle of a snake...
the rhasp of a crocodile smiling...
the agenda...
inhales... her snores: she sounds like
a spy hog
laughing hyena baby...
then falls silent...
then somewhere a woman i dossociate with
loses her mind....
this phone conversation went on for over 7h and
she'll wake up and realise... i was necrophyliac
with her i was a night walker:
i made the day into a night
and i've been forver asleep...
but she will wake up
and i will explain: once more...
the relationship to AI technology within
the already available confines of
algorithm scrutiny...
and people will know that i appropriate
to a near defunct
study of NVQ study in whatever
direction outside the GCSE and A-LEVEL
******* economic model
of crafting man...
with AI...
what did i learn in the brothel?
what else did i learn in the playground?
this psychonalysis...
no Freud would came the time to make his day
into listening to the woman
he loves... sleep...
that would be a ******* fate worse
than suicide!
my day, come 6pm... involves...
me listening to you sleep... snore... try to become
a walking soma
attentive... a night walker:
you talk to me in sonic riddles...
woman: and then consciously you cry like
i am a hinge of rock to give outlet
to: from mountains came the rivers:
since the mountains reach for the skies
and tickled clouds and said:
i work for charity: give us some filter...
****! no rewind button!
no rewind button!
i'm getting messaged to squeky toy
by people who think
i own all poetry or hello poetry
they want my page to get more traction:
**** me it's not my page
i just don't care!
so paychonalaysis of me talking to you
and writing about you while you sleep:
somewhere in the distance a child
is crying...
last night
a cat fight broke the harmony of the night
with the dogs starting to bark on posit
of authority...
****! no REWIND button!
you snoring is like SNMR:
music worth of ****...
sound of rain on tent
sound of rain on tin roof
sound of rain and thunder
sound of a blizzard...
sound of wind and crows
sound of fireplace crackling...
sound of: surgery...
seriously: i love a woman more
when she has the audacity to insult me...
it feels that...
well: if she can insult me:
but appetisers other men...
weirdly: cut... gem...
yes: creaking door Thomas alseep...
no ******* barrage of good music:
just subtle interpretations of language:
because man speaks like all the other animals:
but only when he's alseep...
and robot too...
and the insult were like ******* microcosms...
she really can insult me
but then i know the tugging magnetism
that made her leave this conversation
on and ticking...
Gaugin and the taxi-drivers...
just saying...
she's going to wake up and realise
for all her hurt i tried to be a gentleman and keep
her company in her sleep:
so i could hone in on how
there can be: an eatablished:
conversational-schizophrenia...
conversational-dementia...
it can be achieved...
but it requires a potency to drive
the human experience beyond the Benelux
easy-way out policy of euthanasia....
