17h
of course i'm *******! i went out to scout into the world! on the high street some new supposed fools: what were once the Europeans are not the Africans with their manic street preachings... and i only saw one supposed Christian: and he was unluckily me... and i felt so **** about it that made me feel slow and mollusk-esque... and i didn't like the idea of the fathomability of reducing my thinking to the schematic of religion... i felt like a woman i hoped to ignore and more inclined to sort out dust from sand with... glorious burp: i wait for the night: and who would have thought... the gatekeepers would absolve the parallels of the dynamics of the new age of the printing press: yes, thank you, no thank you... we don't need you being our gatekeepers... you... are... excused... no one gave you the memo? oh... well... i do this **** for free! i'm sort of half-joking about it... ha ha!
no, i can't fathom numbers as indistinguishable from
letters after all
it is letters that gave birth to numbers
and there's testimony from the ancient world
whereby VI IV is X
and somehow modernity allowed numbers
to be disguised from their origins of
surds...
however many tantrums of mutation
an iota is 1 I
3 is E 2 is Z 5
and perhaps that's just how it was supposed
to morph...
yes... religion is to women what philosophy
is to men:
i mean men... i don't mean:
feminists and opportunistic normancy necrophiliacs
with fears of the schizoid-bilingual experience
saying this
i was walking on my first proper weekend
off trying to get dollars for a trip
to Hawaii via San Frisky
$700 in $20s, $10s, $5s and $50 worth in $1 dollar
bills because
i'm catching up to the the tipping culture
what a load of *******:
why aren't you people tipping the supermarket
cashiers
why is it only certain jobs that get tipping
what a load of ******* i don't get this
added tax!
m'eh m'eh blah blah
i'm missing a Welsh comeback in the 6 Nations
and that means what? the Irish will not win the grand-slam
but more important: the Calccuta cup...
and O my knee cup my knee...
my back aches
am i going to marry Christ's *****:
fair enough
but i'm not going to be Christ's *******
i'll just ******* that crucifix while
he was even then hanging and refused
the centurion imploring him:
have some wine...
funny how at the zenith the wine wasn't turned
into magic wonder dust...
because my aversion to ******* his intellect
off stems from my childhood and it was
inbuilt from the start and it was nothing to do
with the weakness of Christian civilization
esp now because that supposed Alpha Omega
and Beta and Sigma male gave what purpose
to starting a family life?!
oh but the Muslims are not off the mark...
the males **** suckling on Muhammad's preaching
on the high street with people engaged
in cannibalism and the daily routine of not arguing
about the price of eggs...
persuading me to understand Islam...
i was almost asked...
but if they asked me
i would have replied:
my former girlfriend was almost killed
in the 7/7 bombings... she missed the bus
that exploded...
you want me to convince me,
make me understand... "something"?
true story... i just hide it... because why bother
with the past when we're all strangers
and trying to get along
as farmers, police officers, postmen
and ******?!
well... if women need religion so much
then men need philosophy:
unless they are these weird takes on masculinity
and like the adherents of Islam
can't see the powergrab of the women
in Niqabs... how they can Ninja their way
out of any responsibility...
or anything...
almost a shame of not seeing them
overflowing glutton of the western canon
and shameless
just this hidden truth of the lost enigma
of the ****** and the unfreezing of niggz and eggs...
just a little flow just a little dance
but i distrust men who have religion
as their crutch
and that mantra blah blah
the crows are speaking more intelligence
but only crow their cra-cra-croak-and-creaking
unoiled doors to a reality of the Ancients...
so the afternoon: prior to night goes...
i'm still finding it funny to
be given a stone and two birds to hit...
a lover almost my mother in terms of how
time works...
and a daughter that is mine that isn't mine
when what's called biographical ownership
of the deed... ha ha... completely missing!
way way ahead of any future oops!
or ****(s).
no, i can't fathom numbers as indistinguishable from
letters after all
it is letters that gave birth to numbers
and there's testimony from the ancient world
whereby VI IV is X
and somehow modernity allowed numbers
to be disguised from their origins of
surds...
however many tantrums of mutation
an iota is 1 I
3 is E 2 is Z 5
and perhaps that's just how it was supposed
to morph...
yes... religion is to women what philosophy
is to men:
i mean men... i don't mean:
feminists and opportunistic normancy necrophiliacs
with fears of the schizoid-bilingual experience
saying this
i was walking on my first proper weekend
off trying to get dollars for a trip
to Hawaii via San Frisky
$700 in $20s, $10s, $5s and $50 worth in $1 dollar
bills because
i'm catching up to the the tipping culture
what a load of *******:
why aren't you people tipping the supermarket
cashiers
why is it only certain jobs that get tipping
what a load of ******* i don't get this
added tax!
m'eh m'eh blah blah
i'm missing a Welsh comeback in the 6 Nations
and that means what? the Irish will not win the grand-slam
but more important: the Calccuta cup...
and O my knee cup my knee...
my back aches
am i going to marry Christ's *****:
fair enough
but i'm not going to be Christ's *******
i'll just ******* that crucifix while
he was even then hanging and refused
the centurion imploring him:
have some wine...
funny how at the zenith the wine wasn't turned
into magic wonder dust...
because my aversion to ******* his intellect
off stems from my childhood and it was
inbuilt from the start and it was nothing to do
with the weakness of Christian civilization
esp now because that supposed Alpha Omega
and Beta and Sigma male gave what purpose
to starting a family life?!
oh but the Muslims are not off the mark...
the males **** suckling on Muhammad's preaching
on the high street with people engaged
in cannibalism and the daily routine of not arguing
about the price of eggs...
persuading me to understand Islam...
i was almost asked...
but if they asked me
i would have replied:
my former girlfriend was almost killed
in the 7/7 bombings... she missed the bus
that exploded...
you want me to convince me,
make me understand... "something"?
true story... i just hide it... because why bother
with the past when we're all strangers
and trying to get along
as farmers, police officers, postmen
and ******?!
well... if women need religion so much
then men need philosophy:
unless they are these weird takes on masculinity
and like the adherents of Islam
can't see the powergrab of the women
in Niqabs... how they can Ninja their way
out of any responsibility...
or anything...
almost a shame of not seeing them
overflowing glutton of the western canon
and shameless
just this hidden truth of the lost enigma
of the ****** and the unfreezing of niggz and eggs...
just a little flow just a little dance
but i distrust men who have religion
as their crutch
and that mantra blah blah
the crows are speaking more intelligence
but only crow their cra-cra-croak-and-creaking
unoiled doors to a reality of the Ancients...
so the afternoon: prior to night goes...
i'm still finding it funny to
be given a stone and two birds to hit...
a lover almost my mother in terms of how
time works...
and a daughter that is mine that isn't mine
when what's called biographical ownership
of the deed... ha ha... completely missing!
way way ahead of any future oops!
or ****(s).
