.i come across objects that, being inanimate... somehow impose on the inanimate conviction of stasis... faking their inanimate ontology... in stasis... becoming animate... smiling... and... for all the oddity... i feel... slightly bewildered by the welcome... like i'm expected... like i'm welcome... just prior to death... i know where i am being allocated a home... and.. its a home, which foundations are focused upon the virtue of... patience.

but i've seen faces!
carved into stone!

**** your rationality!
**** it!
let it die a nice, solemn death
of being reprimanded for
deviating
from the scholastic bedroom
antics... of:

revising rubrics...
i care as much for it,
as i might care for...
whatever the **** it takes
to conjure up a ****'s worth
of custard...

    let's see the ******* ice-berg...
then, only then...
will i bring out
the ******* Titanic!
i walk among rubble,
and yet,
and yet,
i manage to fathom
the sight...
of St. Peter's Sq.;
such the counter grievance
of the spectacle of
a cooled-down...
              chaos.
****... i was just thinking about porridge...
no... not Fletcher, Ronnie Barker...
****... what was i thinking of?
Quaker Oats?
  it's not even funny... what was it?
ah...
         black Hollywood taking over...
Denzel doing his Zen and D-end ****...
Black Panther...
               Black Panther?!
ha ha... is that some sort of Pink Panther
spoof?!
  the Prodigy did a song for a movie...
one man army...
oh... right... you've forgotten its existence...
now we're getting all the activism revival
revamp?
    Black Panther is like Pink Panther....
a ******* joke....
                        does anyone even begin
to comprehend... Spawn?!
Spawn is the reason why Batman became
Lego...
                       honest to ***,
scouts' honor...
                 wait wait... so Spawn is bleak?
you know, that Lethal Weapon II South Africa
exchange... but but.. you're bleak!
or whatever the best coordinate association is...
with the mister-race...
            who the **** wants to be
the Black Panther?!
all the crumpets / chiseled retrograde
        crackers...
      guess it's good i'm not slang
for milk0boy... ****** lactose intolerant?
too bad...
how about i **** off your ma ma?
                Black Panther is *******...
who wants to be Black Panther?
probably some educated counter to a Kanye West
commentator...
Spawn... all d-way...
              v-way... but you know...
we figured: difference are so that we get a chance
to matter...
          minstrel does the shuffle...
Black Panther my ***...
compared to Spawn?
            looks like...
the KKK embarked on an appeasement
treaty....
                compared to Spawn,
Black Panther,
it makes Dave Chappelle              
   look like, ******* michael mcintyre...
which is funny... funny...
only when eating chips
and being attacked by a flock
of seagulls...

oi... watch this... Black Panther
propagandists...
   who've never seen a minute's worth
of the film Spawn,
which could make any white boy say...
**** Batman, i wanna be Spawn.

wankers.
there's no culture war to be spoken of...
given that the said victories and losses
are so banal...
the, "war" hasn't even started...
and said people are claiming
either victories or losses...
            we haven't even started!
like bringing a broom to a *******
romance...
great idea... considering that
you might be dealing with the dust
of an ex...

why are maine **** cats...
so ******* clingy?!
what's up with this breed
of domesticated bonsai tigers?
huh?!
        can someone explain to me
why they're so... so...
soppy & clingy?!

    ******'s on my bed... curled up
into a shape that best resembles
the xenomorph logo for the Alien
movie...
and i'm like...
              please just get me a
rottweiler...
      i want the jaw-snapper...
last thing i need is a girlfriend,
first things first...
         i need a dog...

something originating in
the Germanic eugenic breeding process...
a rottweiler,
but i'll settle for an Alsatian,
or a Doberman...

              like... it's itching me to
write this...
i don't want someone to have *** with...
i want something to wrestle with...
i can already tell you how i'd go
about neutralizing the snapper...

L...
     what?
                        Γ....
index and thumb finger...
extended... what do you get?
depends on your Copernican interpretation,
north is south, south is north,
north and south aren't really
either "north" or, "south...
  
   and you shove that shape into
the dog's mouth... right past all the teeth,
i ******* have to look this bit up...

you put pressure on the... ha ha...
hyopharyngeus of a dog...
  with a wedge...
akin to the L or gamma...
          shape between the protruding
extension of the space between
the index and the thumb fingers...
you lodge that, past all the teeth?
the dog starts choking...
or imitating choking...
a bit like putting on horse blinders
on horses to make them steer straight...

you shove that L into a dog's gob...
he begins with an unconscious
reaction of imitating swallowing
his tongue, his lasp...
i'm presuming that's how wolves
were tamed...

well...weren't the Huns who figured out
how to best ride a horse,
the barbarians who overcame the
Ancient civilized people with
the invention... known as the...
stirrup?!

        but that's how you tame a dog...
you L pressure the hyopharyngeus muscles
of a dog's gob...
   so it falls into a fit of choking
on its tongue... which it will not exactly
swallow...

   a bit like... a bit like what horses are
tamed by... the curb bit...
  ***... i never fall asleep thinking about
having *** with two *******...
i'm thinking about wrestling with a rabid
German breed...
  
   what sort of loser requires 72 virgins...
i'm like the crazy cat lady on earth,
translated into heaven...
the crazy dog loner.

oh look... you didn't think that's how
you'd subdue a dog... shoving a massive
L shave of the hand down it's snout...
so that there's the either-side-of-the-snout
connection of the hyopharyngeus....
smile... smile *******...
let me see you choke.
and "they" seriously thought that
"they" won the cold war...
   that, somehow "they" overpowered
the grip and the procrastination
of their antagonists, expand the cold
"war" (cultural exchange program)
to compete with the 100 years war...
well...
        i'm sitting here, drinking my
Blackbeard (*** and coke),
    looking at the current state of affairs...
pretending to think...
wait a minute, wait wait... give me
a minute...
so... you're telling me...
i climbed from under the iron curtain...
*** first...
and now... now i'm standing before
a silicon curtain?!
you have to be ******* me!
   alas... no...
oh sure... "they" won the cold war...
Rainman bailed them out...
                  not exactly cheating,
but counting cards...
what "they" didn't expect was this
draw of hand.
no... it's not one of those what came first
type of questions revolving around
a chicken and an egg...

but... since we became innate in translating
images into audibility,
of a more potent system of encoding...

i'm starting to question one "clue"...
did humanity discover the current
encoding system of meaning,
from what, let's just posit: hieroglyphs
as the starting block...

well... because whatever the Chinese
invested in originally... has remained intact...
but i'm wondering...

did we discover the Greek Δ (delta) first...
or... was it the case that...
encoding sounds, using images,
became so outdated...
that looking up at the stars...
               we figured a second tier of
the abstract of communication?

basically... did we discover the skeletal
phonetic first... or did we discover geometry first?
geometry: the basis for an abstract
spatial coordination, with regards to
whether time should be inclusive,
or exclusive in this new field of study?

to me it's a big question...
does the letter Δ (delta) predate the concept
of a triangle?

              new chicken, new egg dynamic...
i'm just curious...
   i'm trying to suggest that...
according to the Greeks...
         the triangle had to be
an a priori concept with the a posteriori
Δ...
               i could be wrong...
but... like an aeroplane conundrum...

i'm thinking: Δ... so... people talking about
climbing mountains?!
how else could you even begin abstracting
a letter, delta, conjuring up a triangle?!

I VM ᛏ Δ:
                   i walk up mountain...

primordial languages,
which primarily originated in verbs...
not the elaborate nouns and noun
distinctions of today...

so what came first? the triangle,
or Δ?
                 in Latin that's I VM T D...
WM? zigzag, or the anti-image
representation of side-winding,
walking: up-down-up-down-up-down...

so what came first?
the letter Δ... or the discussion concerning
triangles?

well... if you look further in time...
i'm pretty sure that I predates 1,
V predates 5,
                        IV predates 4...
X predates 10...
      a time when even 0 wasn't conjured
of looking into the void of Omicron...
so...

                  Δ predates the concept of
studying a triangle...
Δ is the a priori variant of the a posteriori
triangle...
given the Roman numerals...

and i'm pretty sure Δ was derived
from the contorts of a mountain...

i like that summary in the title:
I VM ᛏ Δ        : i travel up mountain...
Roman, Runic, Greek...

                  which just bewilders me,
how much of the ancient tongues had
to improvise with hand-gestures,
the same gesticulations that are still with
us when it concerns deaf people...

i did write a contradiction in this
piece didn't i?
   i might have written that the triangle
predated the Δ,
which is impossible...

                  given that...
Δ is an abstraction of a hieroglyph construct
of encoding...
   at having written the encoding Δ,
having spent some time looking
at a mountain... there was no triangle
in sight... no 2D pyramid in the world...

but then some scholastic book-worm
concentrated on the letter Δ...
and conjured up a triangle!

                         i guess i should make
this an ode, an ode to the *** Tyr.

p.s.

there is a variant of how sign-language
provided the enzyme of evolution...
the gnostic A / Λ (lambda)
to denote the unit of 1, or the vector
encouragement posit of:
  one's actions -
                                   the gnostics
tend to focus, not on the iota, I...
the index finger... but the alpha...

                            i.e.

                      (  )     (  )
                            A

the blanks denoting the presence of eyes...
    by comparison Λ (la-mbda)
                                    how many African
languages use the mbaku - the mb-
prefix?
                                   Λ VM ᛏ Δ -
           i.e. i'm the first (on top)
to walk up the mountain...
                  the mountain is a mountain
because its foundation is the ground
i walk on...
               but among the people,
the people are not my foundation...
i am the foundation that pulls people
forward...
                                      otherwise...
conflict stemming from Λ in the form
of A...
                       hierarchic conflict at the cut
off point... whereby... a large majority
of people: fall into the abyss...
     as it definitely does happen
in real life.
oh i've had mine, several to lay claim to,
i'll go through the list,
but first i'll have to address a counter
to the psychology trinity of
consciousness, the subconscious
and the unconscious...
                           sorry, the schematic is
too rigid for me, and what once revolutionary
in the late 19th century and throughout
the 20th century... is... let's just call it stale...
meaning i have to borrow from Kant and
Heidegger...
and, what emerges, is a pseudo-paradox...

the subconscious i classify as...
   a priori i.e. from what came before...
for example... dating preferences...
you already know what you're looking
for...

hence?

consciousness i classify as...
a posteriori i.e. from what comes after...
basically ruminating on
the a priori "biases":
   or some sort of inheritance tax(ation)
of...

the unconscious, which i attribute
the posit of... argumentum a fortiori
i.e. from a / the stronger (thing)...
and the unconscious, last time i heard,
was where archetypes were born...
solidified...
          the archetypal / the primordial,
the savage intellect of
    a non-verbal language of knowledge
derived from images:
   hence... dreams are not exactly
audible, or prone to reveal writing...
movies... images... etc.

now my encounters with the police...
being stopped and searched outside
a fish bar, at night...
having walked for miles, stood beside
the bar and lit a cigarette...
a private license car pulls up...
three coppers jump out...
two women and one copper:
who was probably 5 months shy of
retirement...

- do you have any i.d. on you?
- will a bank card suffice?
- yes; where do you live?
- just around the corner, less than
2 minutes away.
- what do you have in your
back-pack?
- two bottles of wine & a bottle
of coke (i was big into my kalimotxo
at the time)
- (with tears in his eyes) so you're
just out here, having a walk a beer
and a cigarette?
- yeah, pretty much.

i was given my bank card back,
and...
            that was it...
    they took my word for it...
     maybe... compliance isn't such a bad
thing after all.

the next encounter was with two
coppers in the center of town,
drinking a beer on the bench...
    approached me and one started
a minor wrestling match with me
finally pulling the beer from my hand...
i was cautioned, but i asked:
so what are the parameters of where
i'm not supposed to drink...
oddly enough... he pulled out a map
with the desired radius...basically away
from all the pubs...
because... imagine... if everyone decided
to drink in public, a beer 3 times cheaper
than what they serve in pubs... chaos!

this next incident was the worst
(but i'll also write about the best) -
so i walk into a dark alley and start *******...
turn around and this ******* loud-mouth
starts screaming at me all about
public indecency and what not,
handcuffs me and tells me to get up...
at this point i'm kneeling and i tell him
in a soft voice that i'm tired...
he's still screaming at me like
some variant of Gny. Sgt. Hartman...
i try not to giggle...
              he really wanted me in the cell
for ******* in an alley...
so i said to him: well... it's not alley
to begin with?
some trouble, real trouble erupts
elsewhere, some bar brawl, whatever...
the handcuffs are taken off...
   and i walk back home giggling
from time to time.

out drinking, some shady bar in Seven Kings
near my old school,
a club which had carpets on the floor...
**** me... like walking on honeycomb...
warm *****... alcohol poisoning...
bus from Seven Kings to Romford...
i step off the bus and fall face flat on
the pavement...
      however many minutes or hours
later... i am woken up by a stranger
and there's also a copper crouching
over me, asking me: are you o.k.?
    head like it's been lodged up
an *** of a ******* elephant...
   yeah yeah... i'm o.k....
             do you need a ride home?
(the ****?!) really? can you?
    sure... jump in...
                     that was the first time i rode
home, not in a taxi, but in a police
van cell...
             fun experience...

point being, in Poland police officers
are not called pigs, rather?
            psy - dogs...
   and Police vans?
   you know, with the cages an all that
that's required to transfer criminals?
  suki....        ******* -
   which you already know is a mating term
for female dogs;
    
                           k                        
           ß                               ú

    ū                                               í

           i                                k
                            ß
­

now that's a nice diacritical variation
thingamajig.
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