Feb 11
to me
i have come to the conclusion that... on the basis of basic
hygiene...
cutting one's fingernails can be
as exhilirating as brushing one's teeth:
i call them the furry teeth, in winter...
because i only brush them at the start of the day
with paste
but not so much come the night owl hours
where i only brush to lodge out the hitchhikers from
the grooves... mmm...
Jon Fosse's "slow prose" as an alternative
to J. Joyce's stream of consciousness is that:
it's not so much reading the next paperback bestseller:
it's a reading of slowness
it's the remedy of articulation within the confines
of punctuation... my current fetish, fantasy...
whatever you want to call it...
i think that i will leave England for one sole reason:
not the immigration debacle not
that the English have created a failed multi-culturalism
of ghetto this that and the other...
i will leave England crying because
of the English psyche...
not because of the immigrants...
every time i go back to the homogeneity of ethno etc
of Poland i feel a nausea: a post-existentialist:
re-existentialist nausea... the sea sickness without
sea without waves boat etc of the Sea of Nau...
and i know i will leave England
because: i just can't stand the English being
so ******* **** *****-prone pristine perfect
correct, correct... ******* correct and a shy shadow
of the American: let's make mistakes!
then correct them!
the English are the gimps of the English speaking
world and i don't know whether conquering
or establishing: whatever in favor of the Raj
the Indian class system worked in their favor:
but i just opened today's newspaper and beyond
half of Gen-Z would rather a dictatorship be working
in England than this fabbled, fakery of democracy:
where half say whatever they feel like
and half are not allowed to say what they, think!
but cutting one's fingernails is a bit like
brushing one's teeth...
i've managed to keep the thumb nail of my right
(thumb) hardened and pointy
like i might be a woman tending to:
funny: it's best to warm up the nails before cutting
under a stream of hot water
so that when you cut the nails
they don't splinter off and fly off into "somewhere"...
soften the keratin: like in hair: like boiling carrots
or beetroots...
hmm... Snoopy Dough and that funny Jewish
actor: but all Jewish actors are funny
even when the Brutalist is being compared:
but not being compared to the time it takes
to watch Ben Hur or Gone with the Wind...
so it's all funny
but unlike the Polacks: ethnonym:
i don't appreciate the exonym of Poles...
poles apart: flag on a Pole:
in American a ****** was supposed to be a slur:
it's actually the proper accurate ethnonym...
but thanks for the supposed tease or slurr...
well... i might call them Yids Hebs but Jew would also
implode by impying Jewel...
if only these brigadeers of literacy would
share their priestly wisdom amongnst us Gentiles:
but given that Christ had to be sacrificed in order
for Yahweh to gobble down the pantheon
of the Greek gods and the Norse gods:
yet somehow Allah was kept rigidly standing:
and that too: i feel that Muslims have no plight
no interest: no reality: in modernity...
i think they are delusional:
like a ****** might be delusional about the glorydays
of the Polish-Lithuanian commonwealth...
Poem
Inbox
Mateusz Elert <m.k.elert@gmail.com>
10:37 AM (11 minutes ago)
to me
The subconscious is not a petty domain
For the suspension of the ego in
Inhibitions of the superego
This realm of supra-consciousness
is a place of puddle dreams
Reflexive dreaming
Unlike the unconscious and reflective
Dreaming
With focus on symbolism and
The allure of the occult
But you only realise the existence of this
Realm when doing night shifts and
Trying to snooze...
You dream the most spectacular muddles
And that conflates even confiscates
The workings of consciousness
With proposals for: f(x): functioning...
With grammar and arithmetic:
Or rather syntax and arithmetic...
Syntax and memetics
Dreaming occurs in consciousness too:
Day-dreaming it's called...
So there are three tiers of dreaming...
Also the ingenious dynamic of "idle" gaming...unlike prior gaming to replace reading,the narrator-protagonist and self-identification dichotomy of author and reader... idle gaming is perfect for necessary, even unavoidable interests of waiting... maxed out at 30min time limit
The spirits need to be tamed, by cooling them... so they don't bite back... can't imagine drinking warm whiskey or *****...***** especially since it needs to be frozen, matured, beyond freezing since alcohol can't freeze, so it resembles a rich sugar syrup... whiskey is husky and i forced myself to support Millwall... well... simply because I, like, that, part of London... and it's association with Scotch dockers... and Edinburgh was a home fora while
Why do I feela might horn growing out of my occipus bone and almost tickling my forhead: where is this thirds a wifey?
How many symbols are there? Are they aligned with the vowels?
+
×
÷
-
=
5!
So we have the basics!
Being right handed I stir my coffee anti-clockwise when I add sugar... so why would I read the time as going "forward" that is: "left" to "right" and now have a clock with a face
12
3 9
6 ?
i have come to the conclusion that... on the basis of basic
hygiene...
cutting one's fingernails can be
as exhilirating as brushing one's teeth:
i call them the furry teeth, in winter...
because i only brush them at the start of the day
with paste
but not so much come the night owl hours
where i only brush to lodge out the hitchhikers from
the grooves... mmm...
Jon Fosse's "slow prose" as an alternative
to J. Joyce's stream of consciousness is that:
it's not so much reading the next paperback bestseller:
it's a reading of slowness
it's the remedy of articulation within the confines
of punctuation... my current fetish, fantasy...
whatever you want to call it...
i think that i will leave England for one sole reason:
not the immigration debacle not
that the English have created a failed multi-culturalism
of ghetto this that and the other...
i will leave England crying because
of the English psyche...
not because of the immigrants...
every time i go back to the homogeneity of ethno etc
of Poland i feel a nausea: a post-existentialist:
re-existentialist nausea... the sea sickness without
sea without waves boat etc of the Sea of Nau...
and i know i will leave England
because: i just can't stand the English being
so ******* **** *****-prone pristine perfect
correct, correct... ******* correct and a shy shadow
of the American: let's make mistakes!
then correct them!
the English are the gimps of the English speaking
world and i don't know whether conquering
or establishing: whatever in favor of the Raj
the Indian class system worked in their favor:
but i just opened today's newspaper and beyond
half of Gen-Z would rather a dictatorship be working
in England than this fabbled, fakery of democracy:
where half say whatever they feel like
and half are not allowed to say what they, think!
but cutting one's fingernails is a bit like
brushing one's teeth...
i've managed to keep the thumb nail of my right
(thumb) hardened and pointy
like i might be a woman tending to:
funny: it's best to warm up the nails before cutting
under a stream of hot water
so that when you cut the nails
they don't splinter off and fly off into "somewhere"...
soften the keratin: like in hair: like boiling carrots
or beetroots...
hmm... Snoopy Dough and that funny Jewish
actor: but all Jewish actors are funny
even when the Brutalist is being compared:
but not being compared to the time it takes
to watch Ben Hur or Gone with the Wind...
so it's all funny
but unlike the Polacks: ethnonym:
i don't appreciate the exonym of Poles...
poles apart: flag on a Pole:
in American a ****** was supposed to be a slur:
it's actually the proper accurate ethnonym...
but thanks for the supposed tease or slurr...
well... i might call them Yids Hebs but Jew would also
implode by impying Jewel...
if only these brigadeers of literacy would
share their priestly wisdom amongnst us Gentiles:
but given that Christ had to be sacrificed in order
for Yahweh to gobble down the pantheon
of the Greek gods and the Norse gods:
yet somehow Allah was kept rigidly standing:
and that too: i feel that Muslims have no plight
no interest: no reality: in modernity...
i think they are delusional:
like a ****** might be delusional about the glorydays
of the Polish-Lithuanian commonwealth...
Poem
Inbox
Mateusz Elert <m.k.elert@gmail.com>
10:37 AM (11 minutes ago)
to me
The subconscious is not a petty domain
For the suspension of the ego in
Inhibitions of the superego
This realm of supra-consciousness
is a place of puddle dreams
Reflexive dreaming
Unlike the unconscious and reflective
Dreaming
With focus on symbolism and
The allure of the occult
But you only realise the existence of this
Realm when doing night shifts and
Trying to snooze...
You dream the most spectacular muddles
And that conflates even confiscates
The workings of consciousness
With proposals for: f(x): functioning...
With grammar and arithmetic:
Or rather syntax and arithmetic...
Syntax and memetics
Dreaming occurs in consciousness too:
Day-dreaming it's called...
So there are three tiers of dreaming...
Also the ingenious dynamic of "idle" gaming...unlike prior gaming to replace reading,the narrator-protagonist and self-identification dichotomy of author and reader... idle gaming is perfect for necessary, even unavoidable interests of waiting... maxed out at 30min time limit
The spirits need to be tamed, by cooling them... so they don't bite back... can't imagine drinking warm whiskey or *****...***** especially since it needs to be frozen, matured, beyond freezing since alcohol can't freeze, so it resembles a rich sugar syrup... whiskey is husky and i forced myself to support Millwall... well... simply because I, like, that, part of London... and it's association with Scotch dockers... and Edinburgh was a home fora while
Why do I feela might horn growing out of my occipus bone and almost tickling my forhead: where is this thirds a wifey?
How many symbols are there? Are they aligned with the vowels?
+
×
÷
-
=
5!
So we have the basics!
Being right handed I stir my coffee anti-clockwise when I add sugar... so why would I read the time as going "forward" that is: "left" to "right" and now have a clock with a face
12
3 9
6 ?
