from a creature to
a being?
it's such a simple
masquerade of
words not even a play on
how does one arrive
in this automated
being from
Frankenstein's crude
weird: words reader...
creature...
hey God!
I'm getting bored of Hell's
Democracy...
I'm coming back to your
celestial, heavenly ordeal
of dictatorship!
Son's coming home!
See you soon and many
Buddhist spoon bending antics, too!
I abhor this failsafe intellectual
constipation:
I forgo the attention span
of being and non-being....
I'm going back...
in the pain of the tinge
I'm going back to the anti-being
As... monster... creature.

sexually starved... they talk about the modesty of the worker... when the human being is allowed access to touch... then starve that human creature... not a being: a being is complete... but a human creature... starve it of human access of reciprocation... then release it onto the access of getting some... outside the realm of prostitution inclusivity... by my exclusive righteousness: i will do unthinable acts on that *****: and you will call it: a return to Eden!

i'm suspicious of Islam...
in how it was conceived
from what ought to have been
the wrong... fuckery...
ended up... this pornographic
plague of tortured-innocence
and bliss
and desire...
i understand it as angels
being prescribed
trans-affirmation *** pareidolia
eye-monstrosities...
eyes like gulag of the squid
feeding mechanism...
and i was so repulsed
and... in the good old days...
hell was so hollow with
what was usually expected
from the hierarchies of man...
then i started to see
figurines and extracts
and abominations...
it was only right that i became
incarnate in their modest
temporal norm...
when did hell become this:
farcical imbomboo?!

without froth and anger: the serpent became the worm... but the tongue remained and with little confusion: expect in the homosexual community... you really thought you could make claim in this temporal realm where people championed freedom of speech: your **** your sword and my tongue... being... what?! what?! what is my tongue?! at least i dared to come down and live among these creastures pseudonym gods like agent smith in the matrix... you and your old ways of sword is phallus where my tongue is sword... come... come down... face me! you ***** coont! get your other Matthew ordeal... your next Gabriel punishment via a Muhammad... come come! come down!

for all the gross talk of men among men
concerning women
i'd like to revel with you in a reality:
imagine being exclusively tied to the summons
with a woman:
abstinent for a year without touching
her
and with the year coming to closure
just imagine the state of mind
with so much pornographic exposure
the forbidden now not so forbidden fruit
imagine castrating angels
then imagine clipping their wings
and forcing them into the hierarchy of
halos and saints and popes
and imagine not:
a second rebellion:
but this time from heaven down
and not from hell up!
you can't persuade me: satisfy me...
that Michael wasn't ******* about
being demoted from Archangel to the hierarchical
pawn-ownership of Saint...
Michael...
Michael my Michael O my Michael...
you will still yield that blunt artefact of
abstracting violence...
that sword your fake ****
against my tongue that's more of a ****
to **** the ****** Mary?
slobber slobber blab blah?
is heaven still authentic?
last time i checked i started power-napping...
became bored from the: paw paw:
per usual... started growing my nails longer
than usual to imitate trans-genderism...
grew a beard, shaved it...
wouldn't it ******* an Archangel
to be demoted as a Saint and relegated
into "manhood"... without having
a foreseeable antagonism incarnation
not even *****-whizz Gabriel attempted
with Muhammad after having electrified
Hosannah my Mary?!
       point that thing you think is a sword
and then... i'll lick your *****... my O my Michael!

i ran with deer! i rummaged with foxes!
come Michael...
show me your **** your supposed sword:
and then... i'll lick your ***
like the best ***** there is... in i heave!
heaven to its proper stature!

i die
who dies....
no one cares...

i only fell to earth because of my marker: that tattoo of Cain: one of wings was clipped... the priest and the feeble implored: be one of us... i played along... but then humanity did humanity and i was left admiring animals... the tongue of love of which apparently there are five: i learned loyalism... but then i unlearned it like a dutiful dog being beaten... and i didn't bark... then i told them of the choir and the great wind: and they told me: didn't you hear that in Arabic?! how can humanity conjure being, equivalent to angels... to later disfigure them first claiming they bedded the daughters, so... rejecting their genitals... ordaining circumcision... then clipping off their wings giving them halos... and this world so burning... such a burning itch!

and what happened upon the first quake of
Enoch...
when man thought it wise to conjure up
angels and demons:
allow them to mingle with him
and then somehow
castrate them
beyond measure of circumcision:
when man decided to go beyond the castration
of angels simply ridding them of genitals
of that imperative of honor and obedience
by the outlet of love and lust
then man conjured up circumcision...
and as much as i appreciate the aesthetic of
how certain dog breeds are given the make-over
the snippet of the ears
like the dobberman
like the bulldog XL...
man under the slumber of Christianity went
one step too far
by clipping the wings of angels
by calling Michael a Saint
for what is the worth of the angel
if no longer with genitals
now no longer with wings
but instead a solipsistic halo...
this magical defeatism so swayed away from
god and under man's domain...
this rebellion is no longer a concern for
hell alone... this anger has been raised
to **** on heaven too!
you will not mishandle these creatures
like they were dogs! at least with dogs
you can handle the aesthetic...
but to make angels saints?!
you cut off their wings and give them
hierarchies with ******* worth of
halos!
make the maggot mouth breathe some
sense into your mortal decrepit fued!
how can you first make claims that angels
descended and lay with your women
to create giants
to then make them freakish monsters
of the centipede wriggle
with wings lost and halos gained...
how can you, man, do this: unto angels?!
man, how can you?!

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.

so there's the world: yeah:
yeah...
and Islam is only part of
this world: yeah... yeah...
yeah... innit bruv...
so like... innit...
so you have you east London
collective bruv... yeah...
so
Islam is like a cognitive *******
constipation
innit bruv...
        hey! **! bruv!         i don't
have to... ******* live among you
people bruv! i can *******
to another part of the world
where i'm not influenced by your:
arschlochsprechen!
                     who said Christianity is
perfect when it's translated into the confines
of religion?
i don't want to live among Muslims...
i don't have to!
so lucky to think i can escape
these incestous ******* retards...
i don't want to live among
Muslims, with Muslims...
i'm gonna take my chances with
the Polynesians...
           i just don't want to live among
these people...
is it so ******* bad?!