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Apr 6
and the ghost in the background her voice in a grey cloud: cloud about to be mined... for ordeals of ego and co-co-coal; and there's no where in between: this ghostly fallen sleeping paranoia: but regarding the formidable triangle: the sunnier expedience..

Marx: mammoth
the phallus
of OINK
         the clarity
of gold against sunshine
calling reality
the worth of rust
compared to iron
oxygen breath so
the ghosts were trapped
in metal
and oxidised it
and it became is
and i who he we
didn't really: get mentioned
t.v. mentions
letters as images
i better remember something
in images...
than trying to sound all
musical
but that's what the Koreans
asked for
the music to their oblivion
and Disney cartoons
and outlasted Manga...
Manga is a loop of imagination
no Freud but plenty
of well dressed Nazis...
just citing a Korean fetish...
like the truth never came...
or wouldn't: to begin with...
there's this baking
half twice
the pop consciousness
whiff just that overshadowed
that there's no real proof
of the Collective Unconscious
of Jung: there's no shared depth
but the democracy of solipsism:
Collective Consciousness
Herd Mentality
the Pstychiatrists Cry
like Jung and the False Prophet
that is Jordan Peterson...

humanity does not self-reward the individual
and the individual is a blind concept
of the anti-heroic:
the anti-heroism of individualism
is a cognitive mirror of disbelief and discard....
it: the modern concept of the demorativ
individualio
               is somehow a compensation
for what was forver the ideal of the few as
bias: not basis
for even the most remote acknowledgement
of fundamental vector:
translation:
posit:
what culture war when
my Mars Satan is oldest
in the Bilingual War
and that combats the age recquirements of the supposed
Culture War:
first the fundamentals
the War of the Two Tongues
and the War of the Three "Images"
the Sight and the Two Sounds
what became as the C.J.K...
the Chinese 'Ape Kojakskies.... Sky I Y easies...
Mom Fruma Mon Tombo...
grass is death look
Eire... a green witch...

objecvtively even my living of
my neighbour might equate
what i feel the parnoia of the voices of
the suberego
the source of schizophrenic
hallucinations come from the superego
this scalpel against the soul
with the mind of Jew
but not the Zing of the Chu Qwi...
the Chinese Sage
rooted in the PHilippines... and pineapples
and sowing discord...

and this is me relaxing without her
limo **** limp limp **** limo....
someone else's house
and i think:
someone else's life...
this body the same suitcase
unique... so who's licking
who's who's ****?!

              and who is do die and crying
and who is to die by the keyboard
and regardless of the soma
i said sclera is the oar of the poaching
pear and human
i hear assurances
and more concrete
to wed the volcano with the lava
and cement of New York Toy R in the mirror...

because it isn'r a concern
for outlier Hawaii
and what became Asia versus
Europe and not so much
no continent
but a Time
not a Space
let Europe be a Time
among the Space
of Asia
Africa
America
Antarctica
let Europe be temporal
and not Spatial
and let the Planets
be Planets
and let the stars be stars
and the days be days
and nights the moons
and days the suns
and each of us:
i and you
and you and i...

       somehow imitating
crow crown sorrows
and rings and rigletts
Nomads with the One Foot...
and One Eye
half of Me
and perhaps Two Toes
and Two Ears
and in this binary
1 2 1 2 2 2 1 2 2 1 2 1 2 2 1
in this binary
1 2 2 1 1 2 2 1 1 2 1 2 1 1 2
not in this Kantian
solipsistic
the ******* God of the Autistic Child
the God explanation
the binary of 1 = affirmation
and 0 = negation...
Kant said: not God...

i said no to the Mirror and the 1 i am
and 0 i am not...
let's bring language into the war: proper
once already arrived at images
when disguising sounds:
there is no concept
of the Word...
there's the Image:
as there is no concept of Letter
and with no Concept of Letter
there is no concept of Vowel
and Consonant
and i am REborn... Asian...
but all i had to do
is go seek Asia in...
Polynesia...
i had to find the world as a prince...
and i found my garden...
i found my princedom...

   i found the weeping willow
and i found the labyrinth of the ***
of the Angel that
met robots and androids and humanoids
so many zombies of technology
like hierarchy
unlike the Halloween
of werewolves
vampires and pumpkins...
i'm talking
ROBOTS
ANDROIDS
AI
CYBORGS
human flesh
CENOBITES...
i mean the *** goes into why
Asian girls ******
with sounds European girls
would consider
to be: imitation ****:
then again: the higher mind
of *** and obliteration:
of dicta of the mind...

the psychadelia and the phren-paraphaenaeliae..
too many vowels?
i guess they were born out of wedlock
like surrogacy of jesus
christ
when joseph said to mary:
what sort of genius self-mobility
like egg-***** but no letters matched:
to call ego-egg
  and the cockerel cried with tongue
in beak...
   shortcomings the sanity project:
happy tides from the sea of madness:
you...
can...
only...
go...
mad... .... mad.... mad.... mad... ... ....
...mad... mad...
mad...           mad... mad... mad... m... m.. m.
mad...                  ...once..................
remembr: Hercules.
Written by
Mateuš Conrad  36/M/Essex (England)
(36/M/Essex (England))   
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