2d
if following the Cartesian model
the schizophrenic
bilingual love machine
experiences an apolitical vibe in this place
spare me the details
about a Frenchman and a Polishman
speaking in the land of Eng and Nod
and somehow touching like
that way my grandfather touched me
when talking to me
"invading" my private space
i will not drink this feeling these thoughts
away
i will have to face fire to fire
and water with water
mundane in the crab bucket
in the ****** yellow jacket workforce
and then the ethereal lizard men
the billions of false teeth and
toothpicks
entire forests of these heaps and heaps
of toothpicks and shipwrecks...
and just between me Mark Gandu and Ahmed
we were experiencing televsion
the one boy from Southampton
in popular televsion
with father
mr **** on his back
with a number
and apparently there is no mental illness associated
with pre-cognitive
res extensa pressures on the individual
broadly speaking
i was going to add
clearly:
i can stop being a poet and not have to become
a painter:
an artist is a broad sense of the word:
autist is also artist
solipsist the broaded term
and it's not even curfew hour
stress at work
yes
i came home
after fasting all day
i use hunger to chill out in the crowd
me Ahmed and Gandu
we were hungry and chill
i stopped drinking...
way way much
i have come around a different man
even the women say
i am married
i gave 4 years up on my wife
when i shared a wedding picture of me
at work with an Older Colleague...
and i said to him:
well... the time had come:
if i weren't married at 40
didn't try it
i could go down the road of Nieztsche
the bachelor the dead end
the nihilism died with solipsism
emerging on the horizon
with my uncle Martin
and Nietzsche
the eternal bachelors
but with Kant the ******* ******
or the even vaguer term like the Scholastic
Escetic... Stoic...
Kant must have practiced stoicism like a meditation
i imagine it too
by keeping off the alcohol
with some ****
the smell actually moved through the train
at Goodmayes
i feel reborn in the Res Extensa reality
and away from the Res Cogitans reality
and it's a simple switch on
and off
without god
at the prism of cogito
and the egos fighting for the cogito
even gods perhaps
but certainly all of man
and i stopped smelling of ***** at work
and the **** followed me on the train
but at least who gets to say
that they come back from a mundane job
and think about philosophy
like they might paint
or write poetry
or just sit in front of the television...
mister woozy
i was not in Thailand...
but in the basic schematic of the individual:
res extensa implies: i remember, i imagine, i dream....
this is my only way to organise
the organs of the psyche
if the psyche has organs
then they are the functions of the requisite essences
of organs
i think: the brain is that
i remember: the heart is that
i imagine: the eye
i dream: the genitals... and the vivo per vivo...
if you get to sleep with someone
and before that the great
winter of the purge
an entire winter: 6months stuck in some outlandish
world of the night
falling asleep one
but seriously more than once
but indeed that incident of talking to
a would be rough sleeper:
the headache will be a pulsation
and who in their right realm of mind
for the day
would come and say:
of the thing that i am
and i am by extending into the thing that i'm not
perhaps the most intact memory
translates like a second walking
from no memory of actually learning
to walk...
one has to walk again on a bicycle
i wouldn't recommend
waiting like me
for over 28 or 29 years to learn to drive
a car... ****... i'm growing old
nearing 40
so i said
might as well marry
and this is like the marriage of Muhammad
with Khedira
and the muslim girls seem to have not thought
be seriously through
when i come around to Christianity and i see
an intolerable power
and only this prescribed in England for Easter...
because there's no stumble
block i suppose beside me
and i can either tame the beast or stress
because parents were having an argument
at home and i walked into it
and there was so much not talked about
probably just anything really
but also like the change
i made like when i came back from
grandmother and grandfather all slim
so the girls started to like me in high school
with long hair and a surfer do
so that an Aussia girl really liked me and
i was probably only because
i was the tallest in the year
and it's like that again
but i've come back with a Puerto Rican wife
and now i have all the male attention
and the women are in the background
and i don't mean that
as that terrible Nickleback song:
the Leader of Men...
no... i think i need a menial job
like security etc
so i can do a Leibniz... i need space and time
to write: to explore something akeyesh
to the need to wash oneself i don't imagine
the accounts from 20th century will be
richer than in any other century
and it will be hard to replicate
in such democracy peacock:
this century will have to remember several men
and for that to happen
at least one generation of death seperates
the time of writing this and the time of it being properly
appreciated:
i exclude myself from the readership of peers
i am only bound by the scrutiny of the dead:
who are yet to living come.
please don't take 32 years from learning to ride
a bicycle to learning to drive a car
don't learn to ride horses in between...
please don't learn to ride horses in between...
but please visit a brothel.
the schizophrenic
bilingual love machine
experiences an apolitical vibe in this place
spare me the details
about a Frenchman and a Polishman
speaking in the land of Eng and Nod
and somehow touching like
that way my grandfather touched me
when talking to me
"invading" my private space
i will not drink this feeling these thoughts
away
i will have to face fire to fire
and water with water
mundane in the crab bucket
in the ****** yellow jacket workforce
and then the ethereal lizard men
the billions of false teeth and
toothpicks
entire forests of these heaps and heaps
of toothpicks and shipwrecks...
and just between me Mark Gandu and Ahmed
we were experiencing televsion
the one boy from Southampton
in popular televsion
with father
mr **** on his back
with a number
and apparently there is no mental illness associated
with pre-cognitive
res extensa pressures on the individual
broadly speaking
i was going to add
clearly:
i can stop being a poet and not have to become
a painter:
an artist is a broad sense of the word:
autist is also artist
solipsist the broaded term
and it's not even curfew hour
stress at work
yes
i came home
after fasting all day
i use hunger to chill out in the crowd
me Ahmed and Gandu
we were hungry and chill
i stopped drinking...
way way much
i have come around a different man
even the women say
i am married
i gave 4 years up on my wife
when i shared a wedding picture of me
at work with an Older Colleague...
and i said to him:
well... the time had come:
if i weren't married at 40
didn't try it
i could go down the road of Nieztsche
the bachelor the dead end
the nihilism died with solipsism
emerging on the horizon
with my uncle Martin
and Nietzsche
the eternal bachelors
but with Kant the ******* ******
or the even vaguer term like the Scholastic
Escetic... Stoic...
Kant must have practiced stoicism like a meditation
i imagine it too
by keeping off the alcohol
with some ****
the smell actually moved through the train
at Goodmayes
i feel reborn in the Res Extensa reality
and away from the Res Cogitans reality
and it's a simple switch on
and off
without god
at the prism of cogito
and the egos fighting for the cogito
even gods perhaps
but certainly all of man
and i stopped smelling of ***** at work
and the **** followed me on the train
but at least who gets to say
that they come back from a mundane job
and think about philosophy
like they might paint
or write poetry
or just sit in front of the television...
mister woozy
i was not in Thailand...
but in the basic schematic of the individual:
res extensa implies: i remember, i imagine, i dream....
this is my only way to organise
the organs of the psyche
if the psyche has organs
then they are the functions of the requisite essences
of organs
i think: the brain is that
i remember: the heart is that
i imagine: the eye
i dream: the genitals... and the vivo per vivo...
if you get to sleep with someone
and before that the great
winter of the purge
an entire winter: 6months stuck in some outlandish
world of the night
falling asleep one
but seriously more than once
but indeed that incident of talking to
a would be rough sleeper:
the headache will be a pulsation
and who in their right realm of mind
for the day
would come and say:
of the thing that i am
and i am by extending into the thing that i'm not
perhaps the most intact memory
translates like a second walking
from no memory of actually learning
to walk...
one has to walk again on a bicycle
i wouldn't recommend
waiting like me
for over 28 or 29 years to learn to drive
a car... ****... i'm growing old
nearing 40
so i said
might as well marry
and this is like the marriage of Muhammad
with Khedira
and the muslim girls seem to have not thought
be seriously through
when i come around to Christianity and i see
an intolerable power
and only this prescribed in England for Easter...
because there's no stumble
block i suppose beside me
and i can either tame the beast or stress
because parents were having an argument
at home and i walked into it
and there was so much not talked about
probably just anything really
but also like the change
i made like when i came back from
grandmother and grandfather all slim
so the girls started to like me in high school
with long hair and a surfer do
so that an Aussia girl really liked me and
i was probably only because
i was the tallest in the year
and it's like that again
but i've come back with a Puerto Rican wife
and now i have all the male attention
and the women are in the background
and i don't mean that
as that terrible Nickleback song:
the Leader of Men...
no... i think i need a menial job
like security etc
so i can do a Leibniz... i need space and time
to write: to explore something akeyesh
to the need to wash oneself i don't imagine
the accounts from 20th century will be
richer than in any other century
and it will be hard to replicate
in such democracy peacock:
this century will have to remember several men
and for that to happen
at least one generation of death seperates
the time of writing this and the time of it being properly
appreciated:
i exclude myself from the readership of peers
i am only bound by the scrutiny of the dead:
who are yet to living come.
please don't take 32 years from learning to ride
a bicycle to learning to drive a car
don't learn to ride horses in between...
please don't learn to ride horses in between...
but please visit a brothel.
