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Dec 2024
and i like the challenge to see... to compete... it's my ontological ingrained formidability... of question: to answer: or rather: the unanswared question... which is never an answer... the prefixes... ugh... muddles... hooves... dog started snorting air and horses started nibbling on bones and the apes suckled on marrow: of said, eaten, supposedly, eaten bones... the sun is coming... the vampire shadow of moi is in need of a coffin...

And the devil, who deceived them, was cast into the lake of fire and brimstone, where the beast and the false prophet are...

where is the false: "false prophet"
of Nietzsche
and the Beast that was ******...

oh... but now i know what the lake of fire is...
compared to **** of metaphor blood
via wine to be drained at the crucifixion:

if you know what drinking a litre of *****
a day for years
you will know what the lake of fire is...

i'd like to return to full and proper sober:
but for that to happen
i need a free access to ****:

and only recently i found out
that Ava Lauren... died aged 51:
is it necrophilic still ******* over that
sort of a body like an armchair:
then again my honey
is like Ilona was when i was younger
and Aria Giovanni was on my mind:
but now... but now...

Israel moved against Gaza and
the Palestianians were the lepors in the Arab
world since no other Arab nation welcomed
them:
just like the Palestianians are no ummah:
pure... so aren't the Egyptians and the Iranians
and no one of these ethnicities wants
to be a rich H'arab with fetishes for
blondes ******* in their mouths...

but i know what the lake of fire is...
after all... Jesus only gave you the sip of metaphor
blood and all that poetic cannibalism:
i need to make my advent sterile...
keep pouring the *****! keep pouring it!
we'll get a lake by the end of it:
and it will be... on... fire!

the ancients didn't know the potential
of concentrating alcohol from potatoes...
to make *****:
there was the beer of Plato's muse
and there was the wine of Jesus...
charge up! let's get speeding!
now my lake of fire *****!
and i forget when i ever stopped drinking
day by day by day
to be a functioning alcoholic...
my body took so much i'm categorizing this
as a biblical event...

         then i craft a sucker for the soma
in marijuana and the Israelite manna from heaven:
i need food for the soul:
food for the soul is alcohol and marijuana...
food per se is ****: in the end...
constipated:
i'd rather envision a different Christ...
just when the centurion was giving "christ"
the wine soaked sponge on the crucifix
i think that's when he remembered:
the Jesus was no Jew:
perhaps an Egyptian
a Syrian...
since he spoke Aramaic he was not a Jew
a Hebrew
he was not...                           not!

conflate the history of the Hebrews with
the Polacks... and i'll see you "there"...
anything west of London: i.e. Bristol
is best post-punk music...

the Israelis are innocent under the guidance
of oculus per oculus:
and supposedly watch these retards
call for the British Parliament to say:
****-
     cousin ******* is a sneeze?!
               great Islamic examples... these Pakis-...
****** barbarian...
these footsoldiers of forbidden wear further north
you go...
these sandal donning: might the Finns suggest
ice-skates?!
"conquest"... with no clear display
of... intellect... ****-ummah fire proof...
gonna burn those retards as long as the fire of the sun
shines... and the moon alludes!

but at least the ****** and the hindustanis are
dressing proper for the weather and need
no sandals in the bad weather of the cold
like some cultural pride imprint
and...                       respect an inferiority complex
of no addition to the collective "argument"
to preserve life...

       but at least now i know what the lake
of fire is: it is imbued with me:
lacus ex ignis... today i learned: about the cosmic egg...
artifact:
a refrigerator... a *****...
a dodo... an ape...            chrome hoofs...
built these horses and they
simply won't start to charge instead
speak bad Spanish...
South Merican Aztec revival lisp...

now i go... i go... to sleep...
i've done my work:
the world is in no better place:
and i'm happy... because no clown will ever cry:
beside me: when i... become a clown.
Written by
Mateuš Conrad  36/M/Essex (England)
(36/M/Essex (England))   
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