Sep 17
well...
if the priest caste is to be so undermined
and religion (supposedly):
this religion is to stand
on one foot with the imitation
of the crucified one:
for centuries the priestly caste held monopoloy
over literacy:
and men were seemingly content
doing their chores:
arbeit macht frei:
or rather:
arbeit heilen alle wehe...
work the cure of all woes...
why do women associate Christ
with something romantic...
love for fellow man
respect for fellow man
does not somehow invoke
a romancing of the cross...
the star of david like the *******
about to turn by the eternal clock...
turn the star of david to the side
away from the dynamic of
the two pyramids:
not from the bottom up
like christ:
i will not speak from a top
to the bottom... the plateau... of humanity...
but turn the star of david to the side...
unleash the torrent of a reading mat
and an open book: or the two horns...
i can't be subservient to a man
who wanted to be crucified:
the explanations are too ridiculous
as much as having faith in
the torture... to explain a gravitas...
because he wasn't speaking
to the fishermen as such...
instead the topic was organised warfare
guriellas... Che Che...
Shem said of the Sadducees and
the Pharisees like the ancient Britons
might have said of the horror
of the reincarnated Italian ******...
swindling praises on women
and wolf whistling at them:
i never... really had any interest in women:
i always found them:
intellectually: incompatible...
sorry... truth be told: i'm not sorry...
but if the priestly caste is undermined
then there is no warrior caste
there is only the plateaus of
the working class
and the consumer caste...
and people wonder where their money
goes:
plastic orb plasticity...
so change of tactic:
an 4 day working week: 12h shifts:
nights where i will finally finish
reading Dune:
enough time has passed that allowed
me to forget the movie adaptation:
and there are at least 6 more books i have
to rummage through:
i'm all to eager to hear about
the God-Emperor... the great worm...
and it brought me full circle to the concept
of women
and one in particular:
this Russian... who would be adamant
about petting tarantulas, serpents, venus catch-flies...
well! why not go one step ahead
and start petting parasites!
why not fuse your eyes with worms eating
at your sight!
why not start petting parasites!
why not counter all the technologocial
advancements with biological
symbiosis!
woman! is there something you're not telling me?!
woman! is there something you're not telling me?!
you! infuriate me! with you choice
of pleasures about what and who i am supposed
to feel comfortable with!
you can't expect me to believe all these
refugees are actors of good faith
when they make you look like something
worse than a child
in how these rapists etc
just spew into our society
and etc
but sure... pet a tarantula...
pet a serpent...
i'll go one step ahead of you:
how about ingesting a parasite...
a worm... one wriggling in your
eye of the agony of the heart...
now tell me, how it is: that this is:
that it isn't: otherwise...
as man is a dualism and an euphoria:
then woman is a dichotomy and a catharsis...
i don't need some grammatical
quasi-explanation
to identify: the asexuality of the use of language...
but if it will come to this...
god discriminates indiscriminately...
and that's to his benefit:
since god sees all one eyed:
only allah sees both good and evil
and man's confusion...
brought about by the adverse: reversing
to progress further:
satan less a tool but a mechanism
to prevail to satiate the hunger of the
ethereal and the organic to meet
head to head with the inorganic
and yet the mechanisms of the celestial...
ethereal of thought and spirit in the biological
form...
while the celestial of movement and potential
in the inorganic form...
if the priestly caste is to be undermined...
no wonder... that there are no
grand walls of Troy surrounding
a Europe: that has become a funnel
a transitory sub-continent equivalent
to India:
Europe and India are twins...
we are yet to shuffle this torrent of people
to some magical elsewhere
like Antarctica the moon or the deepest
bottoms of the seas.
on a throne of wrath: dorned with a crown
of the most abysmal figure of
contentment of peace: i posit a torture better
to surpass a hanging: while standing: chess: ugh:
that tiresome game.
if the priest caste is to be so undermined
and religion (supposedly):
this religion is to stand
on one foot with the imitation
of the crucified one:
for centuries the priestly caste held monopoloy
over literacy:
and men were seemingly content
doing their chores:
arbeit macht frei:
or rather:
arbeit heilen alle wehe...
work the cure of all woes...
why do women associate Christ
with something romantic...
love for fellow man
respect for fellow man
does not somehow invoke
a romancing of the cross...
the star of david like the *******
about to turn by the eternal clock...
turn the star of david to the side
away from the dynamic of
the two pyramids:
not from the bottom up
like christ:
i will not speak from a top
to the bottom... the plateau... of humanity...
but turn the star of david to the side...
unleash the torrent of a reading mat
and an open book: or the two horns...
i can't be subservient to a man
who wanted to be crucified:
the explanations are too ridiculous
as much as having faith in
the torture... to explain a gravitas...
because he wasn't speaking
to the fishermen as such...
instead the topic was organised warfare
guriellas... Che Che...
Shem said of the Sadducees and
the Pharisees like the ancient Britons
might have said of the horror
of the reincarnated Italian ******...
swindling praises on women
and wolf whistling at them:
i never... really had any interest in women:
i always found them:
intellectually: incompatible...
sorry... truth be told: i'm not sorry...
but if the priestly caste is undermined
then there is no warrior caste
there is only the plateaus of
the working class
and the consumer caste...
and people wonder where their money
goes:
plastic orb plasticity...
so change of tactic:
an 4 day working week: 12h shifts:
nights where i will finally finish
reading Dune:
enough time has passed that allowed
me to forget the movie adaptation:
and there are at least 6 more books i have
to rummage through:
i'm all to eager to hear about
the God-Emperor... the great worm...
and it brought me full circle to the concept
of women
and one in particular:
this Russian... who would be adamant
about petting tarantulas, serpents, venus catch-flies...
well! why not go one step ahead
and start petting parasites!
why not fuse your eyes with worms eating
at your sight!
why not start petting parasites!
why not counter all the technologocial
advancements with biological
symbiosis!
woman! is there something you're not telling me?!
woman! is there something you're not telling me?!
you! infuriate me! with you choice
of pleasures about what and who i am supposed
to feel comfortable with!
you can't expect me to believe all these
refugees are actors of good faith
when they make you look like something
worse than a child
in how these rapists etc
just spew into our society
and etc
but sure... pet a tarantula...
pet a serpent...
i'll go one step ahead of you:
how about ingesting a parasite...
a worm... one wriggling in your
eye of the agony of the heart...
now tell me, how it is: that this is:
that it isn't: otherwise...
as man is a dualism and an euphoria:
then woman is a dichotomy and a catharsis...
i don't need some grammatical
quasi-explanation
to identify: the asexuality of the use of language...
but if it will come to this...
god discriminates indiscriminately...
and that's to his benefit:
since god sees all one eyed:
only allah sees both good and evil
and man's confusion...
brought about by the adverse: reversing
to progress further:
satan less a tool but a mechanism
to prevail to satiate the hunger of the
ethereal and the organic to meet
head to head with the inorganic
and yet the mechanisms of the celestial...
ethereal of thought and spirit in the biological
form...
while the celestial of movement and potential
in the inorganic form...
if the priestly caste is to be undermined...
no wonder... that there are no
grand walls of Troy surrounding
a Europe: that has become a funnel
a transitory sub-continent equivalent
to India:
Europe and India are twins...
we are yet to shuffle this torrent of people
to some magical elsewhere
like Antarctica the moon or the deepest
bottoms of the seas.
on a throne of wrath: dorned with a crown
of the most abysmal figure of
contentment of peace: i posit a torture better
to surpass a hanging: while standing: chess: ugh:
that tiresome game.
