get behind me: satan!
i tried to correct him
it was me and him
a distorted of a once beautiful
Islam
but i was doing a menial
job of giving directions
the child was so curious
i call him a little satan
i therefore sally him with
a compliment
turf war
i saw a satan today on
Tottenham High St.
outside the Hotspur Stadium
and i apparently i was lying
little lie little satan
but little satans grow into big satans
and i think i children
and the lost and shadows
and my uncle
and i'm packing my suitcase
i was in the world,
father,
and i was seeing it:
your world, father
and i saw satan
he said i lied
about time and distance
well
depends how you
walk
apparently the Beyonce growd
was crowd mad
last time
worse than a football match
i think people like to appear
compenent
i think i claimed that mountain
i looked competent because
i was aaware
in the spirit of Competence
by the Ghost
all are Innocent
therefore i can judge you
on the yew
and in the wine
and in the cabbabis
cannas
canna
                       people were leaving early
i either lied
about the time it toook: 20min...
apparently robots walk the perfect
2mile
in around 35 minutes
but i think about waiting in line
and that's torture:
at least i can think when i walk
i get constipated when in a cue:
queue...

           first i will drink the red
with the spliff
then
iu will drink with some water
and go to bed
and believe:
i am married
i was no longer chosen for Chaos
and HAcov
i was told to bec ome Charon
and get on a boat and ******* row row row
i mean mate
i stood up to the Safety Officer
i bypassed the radio person and the c.c.t.v. person
i made a Protest
against how we are worked
i implored
i see Red, Sir...

can we can get an extra search bench:
oh wait: who is the who is the idea
and i was the one
who was observed
so i said two new benches
but a pretend cordon
a geometry of space
and spacing
like in writing
i thought of people as words:
language:
letters...
i thought about wine
and bread
and i thought this is not a private
party
i'm meeting you in the Coliseum
and i'll be as hyped:
later...
as you are: SA
DA
SAZEIT!
counter da sein
i come to Poland with the thought
of Germany
the Heart of Russia
and the words of Hebrews:
i am lost...
we have had at least 3 Israel citizens walk up to us
confused:
oh wow! so sound! the pronoun We
i had it yesterday
i lost it today
i lost the Russia of We
i'm still trapped in the English Prison of Aye and I...
and Y and Why...

         i think i plotted against terrorists two night ago
and yeah each
has now been different:
perfection is being worked on
we, gentlemen can pretend to pretend to play chess
while working into these autistic pre-abstracts
of the object: and ghost of focus
there are ghosts that point
and there are ghosts that speak
that is why schizophrenics are burdened by
and at bustopops:
there is a point of Escalation nearing North North...
Aidan...                Eiling...              no...
i was supposed to go to bed:
i lied!
to seven sisters at 5mph you get there in 30min
i'm 6ftapparently3
not 2
so i get there like a robot
i'm lying to women
carrying ideas of women
i'm like not you
so i'm lying in proportionate...
parrot
i say Reinnassance
came and
now this coybow cowboy limp
flimp of the **** like lasso
i mean: burp:
i consecrated the red wine with
cannabis
and Thoth
and now i will move to stage two
of white wine and water
and feelings of little...
littlest of pleasures of
feeling like a BinDhu joke
i don't get it
i feel that i was aligned
with the purpose of humanity...
low mundaneity
high mundaneity

      the spirit of work
         Athena and the Athletes:
stop! Zeus! brainstorm with Hades!
what are these people
on? why is there a collective
consciousness among them?
i knew you,
Hades,
for unleashing the Germans
and their collective unconscious
the Fourth *****... Vierte...
Bierte..
but there's a strange err
from we incarnating ourselves
on the highest...
Poseidon: i'm only seeing cowgirls...
and a few... just a few cowboys
and a few
cowhides...
one or two bulls...
and two towing along a bull
and a fire or molten gold
because i think that Moses
actually wrote what he wrote
on two tablets of gold
i think he was rich enough
and all Egyptian Bling enough
that he wrote the commandments on
2 gold tablets
i think the idea
that the jews managed to make that much
gold and ***** a Moloch of Gold
for Bull again
i mean: the size of a chess piece
and people were like Gremlin Little...
i mean like ugh: furry creatures?!
is that the story?
or did Moses go mad?
oh yeah: Moses went mad...

the white wine is sweeter:
i will smoke and go to sleep
but
i can wait...

so on two gholden tablets
that became the sheep
story
a bull came prior
and i think i was turned into a chess
piece
like a counter:
ANTI-QUEEN...
on the side of either black or white
who knows
i will dance you the measure
and you will know what path to take
we are burdened with these many advantages of these
many silence:
and we will not be
these malignant scabs and scraps Oh the mouth
of the ages:
was i wrong if
a 2nd grade celebrity of the ancients Tuku
Ka Moon...
could get his
in death mask
it had to be almost like a concert
gathering of the Last Supper...
we are talking
people who built the pyramids
and
like the first Europeans
it must be a story of the Egyptian Europeans
and the fate of the Egyptians was lost
until revived by the most southern Egypt
the Numbians
and i see Europe in the eyes of the Egyptians,
the Ancients
and i also see the Hebrews
and i see
how late Asia was
to interfere with the Vision of Europe from
Ancient Egypt...
i see it
and i see the Hebrews and how Asia
stalled our vision...
it's so obvious...
Polynesia i leave as judge:
Polynesia hopes
of Atlantis...
       but no oar past America:
i will have to come
and marry...
to make my unbroken oath to truth...
now i see!

the HEbrews have been stalling our vision:
fear god:
let us hear god unto god
and man
came... dressed in all of Cain's tattoos...
yes lord?
but i am clean of the ink
and of the road...
will you hear a pauper a poet
a bad actor?
can i?
in the judgement of the courts
in the open air
i ask you:
have i lied
in the context of my work
and the lost content within it?

no: i just read people...
and when i drank that last drink
o think
i thonk
it was like sitting by a grave
equivalent to Jim Morrison's and i think
we are and were real
but let's not over-complicate
the idea of time and space memory and death
a death is both a time
as death is both a space
and death is the most translucent
in how our
us
merely
simply
being
a here
           collectively:

          before another Nietzsche is born:
a god will have to be a reborn:

hmm

let's work some sprickle some Ancient Egyptian
sparkle anti Arab
sentiments
coming Large and Texan
from Africa
i think Afro Man was supposed to meet
Queen
of sorts...
sorry i went for Aztex crown....

ein gott wird neu geboren werden
mussen - denn der eine ist schon tot...

ein gott:

there's some where:
we are typing:
one of us retardo from Deutzscheland
ok savvy?
we getting the picture?!
hope so: the end.