From Austerlitz to Auschwitz...
whom cross the fibrous growths
of love I thank
I am in America and in
not in love with a WASP
but a Puerto Ricci
O mighty O
My Poland this father
A newly prescribed billionaire
COSSACK...
In my teens I thought
It was fabulous to admire
Napoleon and Marquis de Sade
sadly... it could but it doesn't
resonate the same
with ****** and Nietzsche...
but at least ****** left a Mein Kampf...
what book is evil?
What book is evil?
The man... yes... but a book?
The books of the Library of
Alexandria were evil because
The gospels were truer?
And thank you ****** for leaving
Us a book... did Joseph Stalin
did Genghis Khan leave us
a book? I thank ******
For speeding up the resurrection
of the State of Israel...
although I'm not sure what the Islamic
barnacle pseudo intellectuals
have to do with anything...
I find not allingment with
the Muslims... clearly entrenched
with the jewels and jaws of
the Jewery...
but then again that is asking
For me to snipped salvaged
O cwy in Welsh: Ael...
Damascus... frame...
the measuring tape is all in
inches and fractions....
7 1/4" width and 8" length
and I guess it's a feeling of
beyond America in Polynesia....
away from England but I'm not
English O what this sod this pauper
Log of laboring tongue...
Perhaps among Kurds....
the Surds of the English lettering...
Hmmm...
I'm pretty sure Joseph Stalin
didn't leave a book...
thank you, Adolf, ******.

Knew not know no to knot
and go far between
somewhere nowhere and maybe
towing a tomorrow
or maybe all
the letters silent
in the English tongue
like the gnosis of gnomes
but sprouting in spring
agile miniature napoleon
macaroons of diamond-
-diagnostics
O how strange the apostrophe
be this "consonant"
syllable breaker among
the Polynesian overuse
of vowels in Kauai
it even has its own
name: 'okina
  'OK inaczej....  chai but no chair
aye yes aye yes
         and I felt stupid for
buying the New York Times
in Hawaii because back in New York
it was only $4 but on these islands
came to $5.95
tariffs for Canadian aluminium
and... I'm still reading
the news which has become
"slow literature" from
Thursday, March 6, 2025...
and today I'll be making
an English classic: jacket potatoes...

On the island of Kauai
I sit in the afternoon and sip
My second 50cl of *****
With seltzer and a wedge of
Lime
While it rains and I laugh
And I almost cry but it's raining
So enough salt in the sea
And she's making dinner and asked
Me to read: why weight around
By A. C. L, MD, MPH...
and I already told her I don't
Like to think about food
I might hate thinking about
Exercise but when I get going
I like the mechanisation of
Ego in Machina...

i need a ***** pair of jeans:
i won't be flying to H'America
i'll be flying past it
only the debrief in San Francisco...
completely misguiding the mid-west...
some little device:
a tiny atom bomb of ego...
this is how unimportant i am to
make the antithesis of feeling...
i can't believe that there are psychologists
out there
who say:
if you were touched from the age of
2 to 4 months...
but have been abandoned for an entire
decade
of your 20s...
i can't believe these people!
it's like a sickness without
the head-scratching of an ache...
        i can't believe these people exist
when they summon
gravity to say: it's o.k. to be human
when your unconscious is
impregnated with touching:
later wake...
with nightmares of octopii frolicking
over you...
      it's o.k. to be tender meat
as a teen...
but when neglected for 10 years...
that's also... **** K OK!
      no! ******* CIVI! little Essex boy
who's actually a little Pollack girl
is going into the breath and heave
of the gread beyond!

fake Darwinian reading of history: among the western peoples of this continent... to confide in a complete relegation of Asia as timespan... to ignore the transition from African to Arab to ***** to the magical Siberian python of the Albino for the Finn... how Darwinism became a strand of faking history by interracial fetishes... how London this cesspit of worldly happenings... i'm ******* off: where nothing happens... if i can get a pair of foxes and a pair of crows on Kauai... someone... any smuggler... i'll be the happiest be-ay'itch ever... i just need my totems... a pair of crows and a pair of foxes on Kauai... and then let all manner of ****** progress for the population to reach the stature of inanimate object un-objectionable unmoveable bore bore bore... i need these totems of mine on Kauai more than i need... although i will be bringing Aristotle's taking an interest in philosophy with me... hmmm my... my what? break of habit... interest? hobby? go to a football match and drink beer with my bruvs?! no... i just like spending time alone... and not telling people where i'm going or... ego cogito               id est...        i like wrestling with thinking using nothing! that's where i found replacing ego with id and when i started to hallucinate more than i cared to dream: mostly demonic figurines... misnomer alert... "figurines"... ghastly faces that just popped into my mind with eyes closed... and... ha ha... come to think of it... i remembered a thought i had when i was maybe 6... a Frankenstein original... i was the only child and the closest i came to a sibling was an Alsatian *****... and i was walking back home eating candyfloss and thought: what if... we could breed dogs with humans... to go beyond the trans-racial reality... what if we could breed humans with apes... after all... don't some people perform this lost art of ****** and cousin ******* it's almost like Islam is begging us to experiment once more to ignite the genes for a sense of the reality for life as: excited... but if people are interbreeding with close proximity cousin *******... and ****** generation of slob... why can't i think about... what would happen if human ***** was used on a chimapnzee egg? maybe something wonderful would emerge... rather than the cruch of bothersome low IQ lust?

yeah, i use the English language:
but that... doesn't make me English...
lingua l'inglaise...
and when i ****** her in the darkness
of the garden
and she reached both ****** and
carthisis...
i thought about throwing it all away
all the bachelor philosphies of
Kant Kierkegaard and Nietzsche
and i thought:
how about trying the Socratic life
and if what he said was true:
true to:
find yourself a good wife
and if... blah blah... she makes you
happy
you will be content
but if she makes you unhappy
you will become a philosopher...
i think i want to be happier
than becoming a philosopher...
mind you... she's all into astrology
or is that astronomy:
it doesn't really matter:
i'm hoping to be the Diogenes of Kauai
if domesticating me fails...
there's a different feel to philosophy of
men that settled with women...
i'll put Hegel 10 years in advance...
i'm still muttering Lego Heidegger...
and half a year...
half a ******* year
of working 12h night shifts
i'm going through my own carthisis...
but i need the carthisis to come
now before
i'm reunited with her body
and enjoy all the fun
that her body encapsulates...
i can't be a woman
and cry and ****** simultaneously...
i'll cry now...
then i'll lick her out with all the gloat
of the glee of the eyes that
burned Satan dead...
so i'm growing my right thumb nail
long to feel something *******...
then i thought about the crucifixion
than i started to feel myself as a body
and i stumbled upon the collar bone...
and i wedged my index & co
into the cleft of the soft pouch of flesh...
and then i thought about hooks
and how the body-aesthetic could
be better represented away from
how the divination via crucifixion works...
hmm... what a nice thought!
i just need your collar bone(s)
to hinge on my teeth...
on my altar of torture...
i want a bite:
and... i will have my bite.
i will have all i want
i will have all the anti-*******!
i will be the Anti-Christ!
and.... i will not even have to *******
entertain... ha ha...

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?!