and i watched this poor ******
from atop a double decker bus
best attired social grey of ghost
in pristine black sneakers
black trousers
dark grey musubi truck t-shirt
and a lighter grey hoodie
donning dunglasses...
and i watched this poor ******
pushing a pram filled
with bagpipes and nappies...
and i thought about nothing and
then i thought about thinking
and i also thought about i
and then nothing: nothing at all...
oh you poor soul:
to think i might be the one raising
another man's offspring:
sure... i want to be... famous:
but only when i'm dead...
lucky me! two birds! one poney
and a stone...
so the girl's father is dead:
****...
    i don't even know what that means...
so i have a child in the crisp cut
darkness of reality
and her biological father is dead
and i'm drinking nervously
anticipating being alone all alone
through the night in San Francisco...
i'm not even *******
thinking about coming back to London
via New York where i'll also be let
loose like Hades' Cerberus...
because so much concrete to chew and
be constipated with...
but there's this daughter
and then i think about the hawk-duo girl
and i think about slobbering
spitting on my hand to lubricate it
before i use the hand to **** her ****
while i kiss her slowly, softly...
then i listen to some Danzig
1000 devils reign: and i think of the Caesars...
and... sort of think myself
as the 2nd Christian... which is funnier
if you think about Christianity
as a philosophy with bad actors
people as saints against angels
making a Michael a saint having clipped
his wings:
how cruel is Christianity....
the ascetic as a philosophy
but all that aesthetic as a religion...
now the wrath is boiling
and it's boiling over all the shimmy of lowering
IQ... because now Christianity is
not a religion of the pauper northern
barbarians but that of the ******* *******...
oops... said what?!
you clipped the wings off of angels
and started calling them saints!
gave them solipsistic halos:
you crazy fools! you ******* effing
retardo Robertos and Alejandros!
hell should raise itself and take a ****
in your mouths
with all your unnecessary *******:
be lost without the woman of your lust
for a year
and count the days before being reunited
and also make it clear:
the offspring is just an offspring
something to be catered to:
something to be fed
maybe if stressing: having its *** wiped...
but in terms of a top hat and bunny
and the ******* magic act of
oops... it's gone...
i'll need to spit on my hand to lubricate it
better:
the best *** insinuates violance
contained... and being a potent for
surrogacy...
        i don't even know if i am even slightly
understood...
i see Christianity as the ultimate testimony
of how to sieve humanity
how to break man and govern
the best to come of him...
that's why Judaism honey-suckled so dearly
to it
that the Holocaust would have to arrive...
not out of Islam...
oh jeez! so much jazz!
and maybe i was cruel
to the Africans and how the Japanese love Chopin
but the Africans can't appreciate that technicality
but thanks to the Africans we broke away
from classical music and reignited the drums
but... that soppy happy story is done
given the advent of the end of musical
disinhibitions and it's just a brick wall of
sordid sounds...
                but only with the ascetic of Christianity
that: anything like who wrote the Quran:
if Muhammad was illiterate
and his first wife was his older
savvy bussinesswoman Khaddijah...
         i'm still holding truce with the truth:
i really don't want to live among people that
want to **** me or my loved ones
and the ones who pretend to be shadows
with:
at least i can see a ******'s face smiling
in the dark with full grin and sclera of the eyes...
but this woman-fake ninja binja...
well drum roll t'ah t'ah: i'm all mouth and my eyes
rolling back into her ****...
i am lust i am awe...
i am San Francissco at night: all on my own...
on the 28th of February through to March the 1st...
that city will be mine.