7d
a tale of two households
and i'm escaping the outside world
and allowing an islander type
of world around me
and armed with an island
and the life there
i go back into London: adrift to some
otherwise lost England
an Ikea England
it is so demeaning to have been married
and living with one's parent's
5000+ miles apart
and intitially it was all so stereotypical
a world peace and reggae
music i remember my first time
smoking marijuana with more
memory free
memory that escapes the coupling
of the res extensa to the res cogitans
to fight over the world
or the self
but there are good laws in the natural kingdom
of ideas
how the crow unearths a nut
in a tortoise french kissing a snail: i think
i actually left a wound of typo
in that word: snl... i sssnnnlllyu
and there's even a sober answer
and you know you've been to these gallows
before and in these gallows
you can say:
before Marx became a Manifesto Man
and the Mannifesto Man became a Mephistopheles
and that man
became that man because
of that because-men then came the become-man
not the over-man the superman
the because-man and become-man
my name is Mr Boss Mann
and i won't be supervising
i will be working a part self paranoia role
i will be working sparingly
now people in the work place
might know i'm immigrating a second time
and i am immigrating a second time
and it's not
emmigrating
with wife and kids to Australia...
i am immigrating into an already
pre-packaged deal
a wife and a kid
and that is leaving me with
periods of the day where
i am drunk-sober having blackholes
in my day
and my confinement of the prose in cogs...
the basic loading mechanism helped
because you can actually see the computer
and the natural world
and see wiring
only wiring
cut open a skull see a brain of man
then think of warp-speed
images needed:
jellyfish... starfish...
which is not an ontological question
of need to disagree to agree on
i don't think anywhere in culture
is the need for that sand to stall defending castle
heart
and there's the constant sea of
the natural laws that say:
our laws of the continent
and learning to ride a bicycle
learn to ride a horse
then i get to learn how to drive a car
and then my grandmother
who can't swim
or ride a bicycle
my father who didn't drive
my wife who can't ride a bicycle
and i'm here left
with TANK and sloth
movement
and just heading into the crowd
of complete unknowns
just that memory
of something something...
there's water in the tank and there's
the history of man
and i don't need to be a painter
after being an artist:
i can become a philosopher
and that's like painting
but it happens so quick to use painting
as something as grand as the building
since these people were
painting the world outside:
unlike poetry: skeleton of the bureaucratic
implores:
that painting be a window
in a burning house
that is makes mince beef from a steak
when reality is stop-searched
and left becomes right
and right becomes left
and the kingdom come 2nd come is no more
and the tide recedes
because the Apocraphy has been opened
and the Canons no longer resound..
what final nail in the coffin?
i witnessed the same argument
i witness the same argument
in the kitchen
and it's like i am the pearl
and i'm sitting in either a throne
my father is
sitting on the throne
but i am reclining on a sofa
being all actor-ish... with: i can't do it!
i can't! i can't do it!
it's not like i need another drink
because falling asleep sober
gives me better coordination
in the rules of pedestrians vs the rules
of driving tanks
wouldn't be involving the conversation
on horses...
even as mechanics with jeans
and tights underneath
and the common thread of man
the band of brothers with the trans-gender
rodeo like Narcissus
was included among the Ancient Greeks
the blissful child of Egos and Eros
Aphrodite and how a harem of saints
for conversation was either the man
crucified as in heaven descended over time
this religion that is never associated
with anything religiosity implied:
concerning the Figure that was Socrates...
i was watching a bit of BLACK MIRROR
and i think i thought myself into it
not that i'm paranoid but
in the medium of COGITO
the fight of the res extensa with the res cogitans
is like the heaven and hell
fat free retelling of the storie...
it truly is: there is no heaven or hell:
but there is a thing vs. thing
and in that vs. a
litany of potential short-crumb butter words
to get through...
and in it i saw it was not even curfew
hour
and i thin k that's almost like being in some sort
of Army of the Temporal Mothers of Grace
and that would be like
The Jesus and the Mary Chain
if you wanted to start a band...
i like people
who hang on to me for a while
are a subscriber for a month or two
and then disappear
as if i will be either:
easily plagiarised
or imitated
or proven real or unreal
but the song remains the same...
the water is improved under certain circumstances
like bouts of tickle-head-abbreviations-of-dehydr.
dehydrated...
water
teeth (guard)
blinders for early hours
a gorge
with unfathomable reasons
to give the religious
nudge:
or perhaps here inspired
then needing to work covertly
i can see accent of words
in details and perhaps it's
hard to call me the Patriarch
in thinking as Abraham was stalked
by creatures like me
of the Elders of Enoch
the angels that were born to the gods
we invented were born thus
but we only had one god
that which, who appealed to us in words
some of us found in Hebrew:
and the Hebrews
while some of us among the Latins...
is it a wonder that St. Matthew went to find a Sophia:
a bride
in Ethiopia and was murdered...
so Christianity wasn't born from
the salvation of man
and continue Christianity via
the way of the woman.... first generation Uncle
Jesus...
no... it was to the slaughter with them!
no single Christian follower within 1 *******\
generation of Christ
started a family!
not one! not that i know of!
but please! invent one for me!
the religion went straight to the Eunuchs
who burried the Nag Hammadi library...
i think we are living in a time of the Birth of Christianity:
the REbirth of it:
not the Second Coming
but the Second Coming Zeitgeist:
the... imagine how if your reality was
covered with the reality you keep of the Bible...
it has been over 2000 years...
and you're still reliving it...
at least the Jews aren't reliving the Story of Exodus
because from Exodus all Stories are Born
in the World...
res extensa...
as the Genesis Stories are Born of
the all Mind:
COGITO which we attach ourselves with
to somehow satiate the body
after the most exciting part was
pretending to drive a car
and bake ******* mayo babkhi at almost 10pm
and then celebrating with a shot
of 25% *****:
tinged with cloves, pears and pigmas.. those strange lemons...
pigvahs...
but one last cigarette
and before curfew i have 20min to smoke a little
one out the window
and no need
i feel maybe a Polish and HAwaiian version
of a bigger parapet...
a recliner a balcony to walk out onto in the morning
and have my coffee...
no care for the view
but the view inside me
that would be a novel idea...
but give me one but one follower of Christ
who died unlike Christ?
all died like Christ...
but that became the false Christ
upon the death of the anti-christs:
the Apostles were the 12 Antichrists
that were born from the fact
that none could
settle down with a wife
have children...
none of them...
all died the martyrs' death... for what?
lessons in life that couldn't be made
into the replica of father
and thus given ant a proper critique
but the ant replied:
although to the queen most tended...
if but one apostle settled down and raised
a family from the teachings of Christ:
wouldn't it have been done?
but what is the last book of that dreaded
work:
the book of Revelation
and that's a madman's plotline
if but one Apostle Raised a Wife...
St. Peter didn't settle down
with wife
so one wrote something and the others
plagiarised it
and out came a "mysterious"
new testament from the old testament
with the Four Gospels the Four Letter of the Apaocalypse
and the Four Horsemen
and it's truly a mockery of the Old Testament...
as need to be written:
on Good Friday... coming to a close...
as needs to be written about having...
a serious ******* talk about Christianity...
and i'm escaping the outside world
and allowing an islander type
of world around me
and armed with an island
and the life there
i go back into London: adrift to some
otherwise lost England
an Ikea England
it is so demeaning to have been married
and living with one's parent's
5000+ miles apart
and intitially it was all so stereotypical
a world peace and reggae
music i remember my first time
smoking marijuana with more
memory free
memory that escapes the coupling
of the res extensa to the res cogitans
to fight over the world
or the self
but there are good laws in the natural kingdom
of ideas
how the crow unearths a nut
in a tortoise french kissing a snail: i think
i actually left a wound of typo
in that word: snl... i sssnnnlllyu
and there's even a sober answer
and you know you've been to these gallows
before and in these gallows
you can say:
before Marx became a Manifesto Man
and the Mannifesto Man became a Mephistopheles
and that man
became that man because
of that because-men then came the become-man
not the over-man the superman
the because-man and become-man
my name is Mr Boss Mann
and i won't be supervising
i will be working a part self paranoia role
i will be working sparingly
now people in the work place
might know i'm immigrating a second time
and i am immigrating a second time
and it's not
emmigrating
with wife and kids to Australia...
i am immigrating into an already
pre-packaged deal
a wife and a kid
and that is leaving me with
periods of the day where
i am drunk-sober having blackholes
in my day
and my confinement of the prose in cogs...
the basic loading mechanism helped
because you can actually see the computer
and the natural world
and see wiring
only wiring
cut open a skull see a brain of man
then think of warp-speed
images needed:
jellyfish... starfish...
which is not an ontological question
of need to disagree to agree on
i don't think anywhere in culture
is the need for that sand to stall defending castle
heart
and there's the constant sea of
the natural laws that say:
our laws of the continent
and learning to ride a bicycle
learn to ride a horse
then i get to learn how to drive a car
and then my grandmother
who can't swim
or ride a bicycle
my father who didn't drive
my wife who can't ride a bicycle
and i'm here left
with TANK and sloth
movement
and just heading into the crowd
of complete unknowns
just that memory
of something something...
there's water in the tank and there's
the history of man
and i don't need to be a painter
after being an artist:
i can become a philosopher
and that's like painting
but it happens so quick to use painting
as something as grand as the building
since these people were
painting the world outside:
unlike poetry: skeleton of the bureaucratic
implores:
that painting be a window
in a burning house
that is makes mince beef from a steak
when reality is stop-searched
and left becomes right
and right becomes left
and the kingdom come 2nd come is no more
and the tide recedes
because the Apocraphy has been opened
and the Canons no longer resound..
what final nail in the coffin?
i witnessed the same argument
i witness the same argument
in the kitchen
and it's like i am the pearl
and i'm sitting in either a throne
my father is
sitting on the throne
but i am reclining on a sofa
being all actor-ish... with: i can't do it!
i can't! i can't do it!
it's not like i need another drink
because falling asleep sober
gives me better coordination
in the rules of pedestrians vs the rules
of driving tanks
wouldn't be involving the conversation
on horses...
even as mechanics with jeans
and tights underneath
and the common thread of man
the band of brothers with the trans-gender
rodeo like Narcissus
was included among the Ancient Greeks
the blissful child of Egos and Eros
Aphrodite and how a harem of saints
for conversation was either the man
crucified as in heaven descended over time
this religion that is never associated
with anything religiosity implied:
concerning the Figure that was Socrates...
i was watching a bit of BLACK MIRROR
and i think i thought myself into it
not that i'm paranoid but
in the medium of COGITO
the fight of the res extensa with the res cogitans
is like the heaven and hell
fat free retelling of the storie...
it truly is: there is no heaven or hell:
but there is a thing vs. thing
and in that vs. a
litany of potential short-crumb butter words
to get through...
and in it i saw it was not even curfew
hour
and i thin k that's almost like being in some sort
of Army of the Temporal Mothers of Grace
and that would be like
The Jesus and the Mary Chain
if you wanted to start a band...
i like people
who hang on to me for a while
are a subscriber for a month or two
and then disappear
as if i will be either:
easily plagiarised
or imitated
or proven real or unreal
but the song remains the same...
the water is improved under certain circumstances
like bouts of tickle-head-abbreviations-of-dehydr.
dehydrated...
water
teeth (guard)
blinders for early hours
a gorge
with unfathomable reasons
to give the religious
nudge:
or perhaps here inspired
then needing to work covertly
i can see accent of words
in details and perhaps it's
hard to call me the Patriarch
in thinking as Abraham was stalked
by creatures like me
of the Elders of Enoch
the angels that were born to the gods
we invented were born thus
but we only had one god
that which, who appealed to us in words
some of us found in Hebrew:
and the Hebrews
while some of us among the Latins...
is it a wonder that St. Matthew went to find a Sophia:
a bride
in Ethiopia and was murdered...
so Christianity wasn't born from
the salvation of man
and continue Christianity via
the way of the woman.... first generation Uncle
Jesus...
no... it was to the slaughter with them!
no single Christian follower within 1 *******\
generation of Christ
started a family!
not one! not that i know of!
but please! invent one for me!
the religion went straight to the Eunuchs
who burried the Nag Hammadi library...
i think we are living in a time of the Birth of Christianity:
the REbirth of it:
not the Second Coming
but the Second Coming Zeitgeist:
the... imagine how if your reality was
covered with the reality you keep of the Bible...
it has been over 2000 years...
and you're still reliving it...
at least the Jews aren't reliving the Story of Exodus
because from Exodus all Stories are Born
in the World...
res extensa...
as the Genesis Stories are Born of
the all Mind:
COGITO which we attach ourselves with
to somehow satiate the body
after the most exciting part was
pretending to drive a car
and bake ******* mayo babkhi at almost 10pm
and then celebrating with a shot
of 25% *****:
tinged with cloves, pears and pigmas.. those strange lemons...
pigvahs...
but one last cigarette
and before curfew i have 20min to smoke a little
one out the window
and no need
i feel maybe a Polish and HAwaiian version
of a bigger parapet...
a recliner a balcony to walk out onto in the morning
and have my coffee...
no care for the view
but the view inside me
that would be a novel idea...
but give me one but one follower of Christ
who died unlike Christ?
all died like Christ...
but that became the false Christ
upon the death of the anti-christs:
the Apostles were the 12 Antichrists
that were born from the fact
that none could
settle down with a wife
have children...
none of them...
all died the martyrs' death... for what?
lessons in life that couldn't be made
into the replica of father
and thus given ant a proper critique
but the ant replied:
although to the queen most tended...
if but one apostle settled down and raised
a family from the teachings of Christ:
wouldn't it have been done?
but what is the last book of that dreaded
work:
the book of Revelation
and that's a madman's plotline
if but one Apostle Raised a Wife...
St. Peter didn't settle down
with wife
so one wrote something and the others
plagiarised it
and out came a "mysterious"
new testament from the old testament
with the Four Gospels the Four Letter of the Apaocalypse
and the Four Horsemen
and it's truly a mockery of the Old Testament...
as need to be written:
on Good Friday... coming to a close...
as needs to be written about having...
a serious ******* talk about Christianity...
