the phantom: the opera: the walking out: furious! Deutsche Opera: in English?! (Mozart's magic flute in English?!) shoot met in the head and promise me a slug's death of brain trauma! later her the island her with the two sexiest names: SASHA and NIKITA: if Islamophobia is so fake: why all this sober not sobering Russophobia?! so no: Islamophobia but all this Russophobia?! RUS! RUS! RUS! RUS! RUS! RUS! RUS! RUS! RUSZ! RUSZ! now the demon in my sleeping hour of ego: spawns! if Islamophobia was not so... irresistible... then why Russophobia so tantamaunt... but the Mongols are no longer feared: or the Christians... remains to be said: ones burned the library of Baghdad while the others burned the library of Alexandria... RUS RUS RUS RUS! row... by any and all scrutiny of allegiance: alliance: RUS RUS RUS! i stormed out of the opera like the phantom... took my respite in the Spanish wine cellar... i, have, had... enough!

fog of ego:
or how:
people personify:
leverage:
their dementia
their bipolar their their
them us we us win no win
this transit:
these cages of psychiatric
allocated: loss of soul
as if it's: something:
"personal"...
that it requires personification:
like e.g. schizophrenia
needs a humanity beyond:
beyond humanity:
a face: a personification
a presence a justification of hope
for lessening the ordeal
of parasitism...
  the fog of the ego...
which always bestows upon me
daydreams and lackluster
and bogus parodies and some ghosts:
it i
i it

       it i
       i it...

   it i
        i it...

            delving into the potentiality of experience:
which is: on a scale:
"preferred": the subjective: suspect quack
or the objective: soap and fringe:
i had a word on the ready just now...
objective... not soap: soap sort of unhinged me
from balancing my vocabulary...

subjective: suspect and quack...
objective: surprise and apathy: a dog's bark...
because i suppose imagining ducks:
but there are just so many red flags
concerning her:

last time i made a woman ****** and cry
simultaneously:
last time i made a woman ****** and cry
simultaneously...
i had to write it twice because i might
have forgotten the: huh?!
the last time i made a woman ****** and cry
simultaneously...
and all this: to erase the peaceful abode
of stretching out in my garden?
seriously?!
i saw Jesus in the clouds and the hell he brought
with him...
i implored for guidance
i implore too frequently:
there's that dynamic of PAREIDOLIA...
which is not something pagan which is not
a creed against:
not something the Church or Islam would
wage war against: what? loose geometry
association?

the fog of ego:
somehow there's a mathematics of:
the reflective inspiration:
to employ consciousness to destroy the ego...
to stop, not think... not think is a doing averse
to keeping with the Joan and John and the Ss...
to reflect is to employ a tactic of
the antithesis of verb: not think...
pause: but then the world spins out of control...
then comes the reflexive inspiration:
which is no inspiration at all:
considering that: the ego cannot be utterly
destroyed:
any attempt to do so implies:
the ego resurrects itself and becomes
spontaneously active: quantum: a potentiality...
a magical disappearing act and re-enactment...
in out
in out

            i and my it of i
which is that: id...
    it and of i within it
that, which is: alias: i...

                candy pop saga just listening to:
Taylor Swift
long gone at the nights spent la la in
Scandinavia myths
no antinatalism:
but i killed the father and now the orphan:
my duty my freedom
perhaps i want to make divinity
a form of contending:
perhaps i want to make divinity a form
of contention...

i find no uses in life or people
i just find: circumstances...
and people so sort of punctuate the in between
like 1 + 1 = loo...
kappa: sized: floating happily dead
the belly of a cat...

but base: i'm happy to escape the world
the antagonisms and the blue verve... of the blues:
i might as well haunt
the concept of guitar
so life is this vernacular of the jealous
paternity
and maternity
so now i'm going to get my ***** wet for a decade
before you creep in
no creeper: dying off with my parents...

like i'm 22... funny things happened to toy me
and mayonnaise and
i can be freaky and 13 all of a sudden:
do i want a child?
how can i break up with you
so that i can still "be in love with you"...
do i have to write like teenager girlie
seriously?!
seriously?!
              i will do it a third time:
seriously?!

      pooh biscuit brunch: salt on butter:
perfect combo: why not a pinch of salt
in milk, then?

      if one is claimant of destroying the ego
then one might as well:
deduct:
the reflective reconstruction practice:
a satisfying venture into the realm of failure...
then the...
reflexive construction "prejudice":
of spontaneity my ego appears: then disppears
then nothing
and god and ego
one and something dissimilar...
females as drugs: femininity in the eyes of women
AVATAR:
femininity in the eyes of men...
shoving the suffragettes down ***** rabbit-holes...
but i have this calm
and this garden i have
the quest of Candide and Schopenhauer...
am i...
for the frivolity of the anticipated life:
then the fates disgust themselves and alternate:

it's nice to get drunk and high
and look at life with a sober see spoke spec said
i think i need to take care of my
mother and father before
i really want to *******...
sorry the Bible is just one book
and please, don't invoke the old testament...
i wanted to be least cruel
when you told me that i would
not leave ghosts in things
the books i read:
the records i played:

there! where were you when i was my
despondent and lost
until who?
until i found i again!
   again i and and i and i and i not YOU
NOT YOU...

      this love is like faking cleavage:
***** hiss fit of cats....
better and i courtier the dogs barking?
you want woof the same
**** different cover...
BIG flag...
not even RED...
you speak of Jason and Geoffrey and "Timothy"...
i don't remember
speaking about
Ilona, Promis, Isabella that much...
then again:
i'd only talk about Ilona and Promis:
but i try to not talk about...
but you you you you
you keep talking about your pasts....
as much as i love you
i don't feel enough love
in order to leave my father...
i don't mind venturing into aloneness
and philosophy stature: of status...

but you mention your exes so much so many times
i feel conflated:
sorry: you interrupted me:
sorry: who's the surrogate of learning
about geography?
your teddy bear girl is getting
her teeth checked?
sorry: the age is showing: already:
sorry to disappoint:
but to your relief:
i'm not going to go after a Taylor:
gun and teen...

                  youth and beauty is a sickness
of watching snails
regardless of whatever the hell it is they're
able to do....
but i'm feeling 22...
i just can't imagine the hurt that will
come Sci-Fi's way come Swifty's way...
when her
i'll remain the loser Poet
until i did: bad journalist... blah blah...
when her songs dry out and the momentum: shifting:
sizing up: dry...
                   when she languishes
from the perpetually immediate
until crowned: de-crowned...
throne: -ed: later entombed...

         that's a welcome experiment...
to imply the ABJAD
with LATIN... drop the vowels...
expose the consonants...
like already happens with keeping to
the strategy of
Chemical Nouns...
the toys are already in the sandpit...
but... it seems...
no one wants to play with them...

                 H₂O...

              meanings with ascribed lettering
in the alternate:
              hyper-:         a² = b² + c²

    ABJAD it already in place: to fall apart
geometrically and chemically...
into place...
Prometheus says my blues or not because
of you...

like we're 22...
dress up like hispters
and make fun of our exes..
ooh ooh so much arithmetic not worth
the plunder...
        
i am reminded: of my duty: of my concern:
that it cannot envelop
a gratification for the sense of purpose:
for man to love woman
is the greatest defeat
to have to avenge: with a victory
over nothing...
i cannot:
i have: restrained myself:
twice now: for worth of day:
masturbated without
claiming release: the ****** a world born
around me...
but i refrained...
and you were to: entice me with all
that: antagonism?

there's a point to aging and being mortal
and stopping grieving and hierarchy
moral authority
turn the other cheek
i say so anti-what's-supposed-to-be-alive
therefore the highest man
in example:
anti-

      in place of: not against:
in place of: instead...
like: oops?    not against:
to correct monotheistic logic:
which began with the Jews
******* things up with
the promise of the reincarnation of Elijah!

monotheism gone bad:
bad in the hands of the Hasidi
the anti-warring faction:
but remind me:
what other President of H'America looked so good
in order to pause and fist bump
the air...
regardless of conspiracy theories
the right righteous and suppose they could
be with the leftist and the "sanity projects":
control freaks on the LEFT:
not Islamic etc. blah blah..

                if not psychiatry qualified:
then lobotomy cursory: detail?
must meet mr. ***** Martin...
            you won't, please, forget:
the detail: that i implored you...
to come to me: all from you...

      but god forgive me if i still want
the girls to have all the fun...
i'm still 22... yeah...
like i need bus-drivers and plumbers
and that's not even my ego speaking:
ooh ooh i still need bus-drivers and plumbers
and you're the pop-out juice juice!
fountains of sunsets ooh ooh ah ah!
like my girlfriends give a ****
and won't later complain
and compete with all that materialistic bogus woegus...
like the prom queen:
i seriously wish she was born
in an Islamic country and was genitally mutilated:
rather than genetically improvised: as improved.

who said that? i hear voices...
i... who's i?
i didn't what the **** are you talking about?!
i hear voices...
i'm playing the wild-card...
there's... sometimes:
a joke without: a joke to give:
clarifications of impromptu.

van Gogh! van Gogh! achtung achtung!
sir, did you take time
to reflect
upon being hit in the reflexive dimension
of reality:
yes: there's the definite article that's the reflexive
and there's the indefinite article that's
reflective...
                    if there emerges a refractive article
i will let you know:
bodies! bodies! summon more bodies!
non-responsive for the demands of oratory
self-serving pleasures:
did i? mention that emoticons don't appear
to have ears? i must have...
which poem? sieve through over 7 ******* thousand?
i find myself giggling at the idea
that: well: who could, possibly: remember?!
by the book and the glitches of: future noir
or: as in passing:
to leech off time is the only measure
of being confined to this citadel of space...
this: corrupt atmospheric stench whereby otherwise
a surgical vacuum of cold beyond ice
beyond measure of ordeal: where only pockets
of composite parts: mostly geology and gas exist
spinning on a whirlwind of re- re- repeat "no rhythm"
orbit...
strangely engineered: simply to have found
orbits rather than having settled for a rising sun
and a tiding moon...
but... never mind:
                      van Gogh oh: why don't emoticons
have ears?
mind you: is that such a nuisance in the abstract
of a toddler that
we sometimes don't pull at stupid and face
puffing up our cheeks: squirming our eyes or
ogling them prodding out almost
at the promise of an escapade from
the tortures of being symbiotic with the mind...

well well: i did leave a kind: suggestion:

                   ?               !
                           . .
                         ..

  all that's missing is, a replica:

                   ?               !
                           . .            (
                         ..


and that's: an ear          (
shoeshine shy:
moonshine bliss...
                      i am on the verge of expanding
my confined space to
alternative timings:
given that i write so vehemently and at every
willynilly opportunity:
and that i can bypass the editorial constipation
of: *** see *** ça:

conflations of rhetoric:
biodiversity is a prerequisite of nature per se:
spiders flies sunflowers...
by Jove and the jovial
monstrous motto:
i too dream about flying to Kenya or Nigeria
and becoming a hand model
or at least advertising: soap...
                      "diversity is our strength":
who's... this "our" without a "we"?

                   but sir sir! did you take time
to make the most of the opportunity to ensure
the sandbag brigade slowed down your
exit from stage so that
a fist pump could be adequately measured
and the coffin might be brought to
confiscate the Dementia Tor?

                  evil Rasp u Tin with that devilish
smile i do wonder why some
cagey democratically journalistic
phobia / aversion to will
                                        some ditto X monstrosity
of welcome opinion
or satisfying neutrality like one cannot
somehow clarify: collateral...

                  evil: well: at least it's not naive...
opportunistic: but certainly not naive
and asleep: evil: vilification of edible part
and some body...
       not this daydreaming ooh ah:
this insomniac crux
  that sometimes brings about "abuse" of sedatives
but in the meantime
a spontaneous gesture galore...

as predictable as any kind of weather:
being, unpredictable...
Oonglaand so ooh: the last prized asset
of this:
former...
            but if you're going to be a sports fan
proper you won't be a football fan
and you certainly will not adhere
to watching football drunk:
given:

by the time the 5th pint get's the kosher glug
of slit the throat by ice and carbon dioxide
fizz... from 11 v 11 idiots running on the pitch
you end up with 22 v 22 on the pitch...
how can anyone give me the fathomable
argument that sport can be enjoyed with
alcohol...
                         maybe not enough blood in
the sport(s)...

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it's raining... such bliss cannot come
as readily: there was no planning involved:
July's rains in England:
i will miss them dearly...
one hurdle...

this i've seen in a dream: vaguely...
it's coming back to haunt me:

Game of Thrones: obviously i watched it
sparingly:
today i refreshed the paint in the living room
can't remember the color...
that same old, Faustian quote of a nugget
of gold in my pocket: i'm sinking..
the theme for the Night King...
haunting yet abbreviated to:
ears to a face:

   ()          no... not zodiac with cancer
walking sideways
instead Pisces afraid of the outer-world:
)(
                 immortal hands do not cite
Shakespeare: shaking the pear tree
a new serpent a Newton
sat beneath
and before the quadratic disparity
came gravity
and angels fallen
and gods as demigods fallen...

a year 0 with the advent of a Neu Demokratie...
the calendar year of celebrity culture:
best believe
to think of the dead and their unsolved
or pedagogic achievements:
i still think the curriculum could be change...
notably by the basics of
a study of biology:
how is one to: start calling NOUNS RZECZOWNIK
and the VERB CZaSOWNIK:
mianownik... etc.

          BiG TiMe...

            if not under the guise of the Niqqab...
or perhaps the Abjad...#de profundis in excelsior...
from the depths oh Lord...
make the vowels small...
keep the consonants CaPiTaL... imitation...

'WNIK... borrowed from wnikać: but there is a
unit of WNIK: inquiry point...
czas-o-
            inquiry into time: using verbs...
Polish grammar:
time-O-O-time: eternity standing like
a man and not lying like a monkey: i.e. 8...
and B that gave birth to it...

i feel sorry for the people in my life
that cared to love me:
i've written their state of being forgotten...
while i drag these rags of
the philosopher who saw the Gorgon
Medusa and plunged himself into the mouth
of the spirit Baron of Etna...
where fire and earth meet to make meat:
which is why: origins of us:
the air we to breathe: among trees...

seeing faces in things...
sclera onomatopoeia myopia...

there's no ego in the divination of consciousness:
there's no i in consciousness:
there's only the satan i...
that one that needs to get behind you
that needs to un-muddle your screaming
a pain and a scratch not really there:
ghost limb and with that:
madness and the ghost ego
ego can become fathomable from the madman's
perspective of the amputee:
ghost limb... ghost ego...
hence: shrapnel and schizophrenic voices...
whoever taught you that electron
make orbit?
aren't they quantum... quantum...
metaphysics is... or rather was...
metaphysics became conquered by the discovery
of quantum: physics...
i punctuated for a ******* reason!

god is not dead:
what is dead is metaphysics:
i give no platitude of authority
there's no governing that statement with authority:
metaphysics died because:
because Quantum Physics was discovered
and that was the death of "god" or rather ego:
the veneer of the secular trinity of
ego superego and id
without the mother-construct:
some bogus: some Chimera monstrosity
of averting our eyes from truth
a sacrele-gous: forget the spelling
i'll play dyslexic i know what i want to say!

solo piano soothing:
solo biolin? that's B in Spanish also a V
for? DAWAJ! DAWAJ!
DaWaj!
              
           quest for a despotic cure for all,
the evils of this world:
that there be a worthless priestly caste...
surely:
i thought that status in society was
non-existent: i did see through Darwinism
to the extent of deeming what
is question-worthy and what is self-answerable
and therefore defunct: swappy:
not in dire need...
not priest not churches no affiliations:
even if the Islamic Pakis think that
they are conquering anything in England:
what? the bad weather:
you have no stomach:
no matter the amount of dyslexic barrage

on Kauai: i will not listen to an ex-drug blah blah
DYSLEXIC pseudo-
let's all ******* congregate you
******* mongrel of a half pass as a Mongel:
you think?! think or "think":
Weimar will burn and give girth
to a birth of a superstar
and he'll be a failed artist and he'll be
my precursor:
my John the Baptist: ******...
and i will make this world a toy in an ear...
beside the hands...

the next ******* dyslexic **** wills
shepherding:
you... what?
there's an i in consciousness
ego: e.g. O...
who says that i have to begin to think with
iota and not alpha?
who says "identity crisis": best
i begin with omega? like upsilon is to omicron
hyperscript or downsizing in chemicals?

i spared myself jerking off for the day...
******* has become so bland...
so bland with her in my life:
i might be living in L'nd'n
another way to disguise the vowels...
imitation Hebrew:
'M SLW LRNR...

      it will take time: the Holocaust:
made to adapt...
apparently the Jesus was not the Christ...
and my idle hands have been summoned...
to clarify: caressing...
three flicking switches
and her **** juices are running: sweet...

there's no "i" in consciousness...
there's an i... but there's no: "i"...
eye: "i think":
aye: i think:
aye? aye?!
    
            faking a secular: religiosity:
where once stood: a people:
religion...
       their supposed conquest
comes with the same distopian
fervor of the Ancient Romans:
this Islamic quest to expand west...

  what idle ******* sand *******!
i call them by their best exclaimed
in Mongol territory:
idle sun-worshiping
camel-jockey
sand-                             -*******!
aRaBS!

                           no ice blue devestation
of envy: peering envy....
just the clarifying junction:
of: what wilt?!

      so much of history:
yet we have the Yeti and the botox ***
celebrity culture demands:
i did say:
is the t.v. our former self
of conversation:
akin to the fireplace?

   consciousness implies: but doesn't stress:
=,
           the fire is now the insomnia
and people have lost or rather
frail: be:
noun struct: some nouns
leaving un-availability of use...
to the t.v.

the moon shone: one day...
before it was conquered...
by bad reality day fathoms:
of this stupid everyday...

i see ice in water...
i see coal in fire...
i see air in abundance:
an absentee tree without a body...
i see faces in trees
like i don't want to see
faces in bodies...
with bodies...

              German intellect: surpassed:
but then it passed:
passed far far away...
and no revival came
and no hope, came,
and no faith: came...

came the Jew with Germanic
apologetic demands:
and that came... and... died...
and who knows...
who are the Slavic people
and why Moscow is paranoid
but it's a sign of health
to be: diligent and not so much:
a loud-mouth...
came the German with:
but we only allowed the middle-class
Jews:
who am i: are you? the pardonable
enlisted: choir?!

at least on Kauai i will not have to live with:
Jews, Muslims...
whatever the **** SPRouTS... blah...
they ******* Northern Irish Accents
of Activism:
their ******* murk of m'eh:
i don't want to be living among
people who adore PAJAMAS
in transit and fried chicken for closure...
i just: don't!

        these sectarian half Irish:
waiting to be more ******: distractions...
but i don't want to live among
Muslims!
do i: have to?
do i: have to?
           is this brain-worm of anti-racism
an escapist path do
i really have to? "you":
jaw-toss-half-baked-jew-from-******?!
seriously?

like the idea of a gorilla...
breeding with chimpanzees...
possible?
so advertise this: left-oid:
******* mess: less weaning: to not leaning?
i love races:
i abhor interracial breeding:
with: exceptions...
but to make an example:
to make a societal claim for progress?
for white girls to be given black husbands:
but at least no PAJAMA party
what the **** are we remedying by not
reading?!

so now, what am i? ******* PANAMA?
tough mess to fizz...
i'm just not that much hyped about
living with Muslims...
sorry...
i just want to get away from that Turban Party...
sorry:
if you think you can conquer the world:
believe me:
some of us would rather prescribe ourselves
the medical zenith of death
because:
living, with, you, half-baked,
stinking, camel-jockeys...
is... a *******: INSULT...
it's an INSULT to exist: per se...

                      i don't want to live in a world
of Islam, Christianity, Judaism... regardless...
i...
there's no i to be invoked:
it passes: it comes and goes...
but as an "i" for quest of "identity":
and with all the glorification of the art of acting
is somehow: a mirage?

there's the sky...
the earth...
the sun and the moon...
there are tides
and there are sinking islands...
there's the Polynesia and
there's a Lost Europe
of looking beside the horizon: of:
America:
the dictates of the Steppes
toward Asia and beyond...

i really don't want to have these sort
of neighbors who... are not even the who i ask of:
but some: mirage...
of faking: symbiotic endeavors...
clone closest...
i'd best be:
a hybrid of you-and-me...
but only you: but only me...
and that's the closest i felt:
this far apart...

           so the boa feeds: by a claustrophobic
constriction...
stand on your head
and count to 10 mummification...
if i were to simply die: the sudden: die:
without the morphing into death: a lessened
noun associating:
the only: by verb: spontaneity:
to die                           not dead:
to die: indefinitely...
not dead: not definitely:   unto the cursor of A...
without a definite to define definition of THE...

my intelligence becomes my arrogance... shame: to think that intelligence can never be salvaged, celebrated: but muted, out of concern: adhered to being simply recipient of existent... yet never truly manifest in being: accepted: what a waste of genius... thus constipated and ridiculed because of lacking rhetorical closure, expansive taste for the captivated audience... my my: why why: no why... this isn't the tongue i was born with: it will certainly not be the tongue i will die uttering in my mea culpa words with: either! this language of commerce: equivalent to the language of slaves... i use and hopefully abuse... but will never, ever, tattoo onto myself some dignified shortcut transcendental!

by one open closure and...
exemplification:
there's no Picasso in the 3D
there's the cube
the dynamic
some say what i last
or first heard Picasso
was Spanish:
who later became French
and had a car model
to:
maybe i'm not just
atypical male *** Islam
polygamy
blah blah
i find it troublesome to
pick up ...
youthful leftovers
of women i might
want to scratch...
but as my two tier
managers said:
trouble if you look up
and trouble if you
look don't below:
i just said:
trouble is... you close
your eyes...
then you start to smell trouble...

i'm going to paint the living room
all not white
this Bengali stripped me
of a purpose to counter: exclaim:
but: this doesn't feel like a white
country? you have been
living within an enclave chappatti
all this long
thank god i'm not English
living on this soil
the best i can offer this post-colonial
implosion is:
oh but i speak the tongue:
****'s who cares whether
my "etymology" is in check!

      strict by no allegiance congregtion
of a people:
can't exactly call them: people:
or the people...
the articulation within the usage
of the article is something that
only a sly minority might appreciate...

it's truly: painful...
but pleasantly so: since i'm alone and...
and...
       and... blah blah...
if England welcomed winning that
bogus Hydra of a prize
for football that isn't war
just a tournament...
but all the while the **** an pseudo-Irish
in Pakistani envelop
of parasitical divergence
         secular: close...
secular... secular: sanctimonious...
     no no! the other word!
Irish! Islamic SECTERIANISM...
        
   no wonder i feel a need to immigrate:
i can't stand this *******...
i need to find an America with:
Polynesians...
not the America of constipated WASP
narratives and hierarchies...
not Japanese concentration camp hiatus and
botox ***** glistening twerk...ssssssssss...

i don't feel obligated to invest my
time: or thought: or although: or
energy: into England...
i want to: get, the, ****, away:
and, not, to, New York...
i, want, to get: the ****, away...

give me land amassing the size
of the Pacific
and i will give you:
the Mongolian Horde raiding the library of
Baghdad and
i'll tell you:
             Islam failed on so many fronts:
namely with that schism
it was not supposed to entertain...

i hate Pakistani Islam
like i abhor Protestant Christianity:
there's not civility of encouraging
a stability of: the continued..
i hate **** Islam like
i hate Proti Christi;
must be ingrained
unfathomable et moi.

i'm a light: seeker:
not a light giver:
i'm not illuminating
i am: the negation of what:
well if pride is a junction
to give renegades a purpose
to exalt
a former stature of...

disbelief: questioning:
the self and the "self"
is not, "something":
question-worthy:
there is no question-worthiness
encompassing the self:
the self is a fleeting:
matter of fact no fact some
matter of concern...

i eat light:
i seek it:
i will ensure that stars behave
antagonistically
and not by constellation
rigid concern:
i will have renegade stars
transverse the sky
and make me believe that:
well... a flat earth...
a "flat earth" is better for
nautical geography reading:
of: by sail and oar and ship
somewhere: in the in-between...

lazy *** African chimps
sexed up
and the crazy whitey i really have
no concern for progeny...
besides:
all these choir boys have
crescendo ******* but no *****
while i'm all baritone
with a **** and no *****...
so: guess the Judas and the Gambit...

i just watch these generic ethnic exchanges...
botox lips and blah
like toddlers are generic: looking:
old people are generic: looking:
Barbie doll imitation: generic: looking...
for a moment i almost
found the allure of finding love
something desired not inhibited
given the animation of cinema
with the film: ABOUT TIME (2013)...

but then i'm sniffing at my mother and father
enjoying Tequila and watching:
ZNACHOR: the quack: of no relevance
to geese: or goosestepping...
but the beak of an eagle
beside the point...
    KNIADŹ...

                    this love affair of: well hey presto
i'm about to meet a vampire of a girlfriend
at an art gallery with her grandmother
to play the matchmaker:
what was that?
you in a summer dress: Wickert?
no... Sickert...
             like no: how one does one do of / for
me or for either: you?

to no recurring theme:
audacity of words my own  ocnjuring
unlike a sobering Kantian reminder
that before
god and nothing there
was the instilled fake 1 + 1 = 2...
because:
hmm...
I + I = Z

     a priori analytical: not synthetic?
mathematics
so obficulating:
             obfisculating:
apparently i paint walls and telepathically
shift furniture:
high as a kite:
i smoke 3.5 grams over a month
while all the Jamaicans Mamas smoke that much
in a day...
lucky, *******, me...

1 + 1 = 2
so addition is the equivalent of
compounding nouns
while verbs are best associated
with multiplication
while division is given
the adverbs
with the minus calls of prepositions?

i am baron of flesh and
a weak: sensible mind...
i gather nibbles
of information:
i said the German police wanted
the English fans to smoke marijuana
rather than drink beer...
i blacked out last night
i blacked out last night...
i blacked out last night...
which is better than a hangover...
implies i'm self-aware
no longer question-worthy:
i'm undisputed in terms of consciousness
with the Arabs...

my lover would tell me:
not enough Protein honey-bean:
i hate her sweet American accent:
i ******* hate that
i have an American girlfriend...
i just laughed at her ******* PR resident
somehow
i don't understand Russophobia
when Islamophobia is being staged..
Daniil Medvedev:
tennis is the prized coupling
of Sport Contra Religion
and the wry SMILE...

i blacked out...
it's the most classy sport: out?
no i mean: how people are organized....
it's not like football or rugby...
class....
taste: aesthetic...
some people just never relieve themselves
on the concept of EXPERTISE
EXPERT_TEASE...
jeez jellbee belly button blues Reyla
come on! belly button!
i'll make a trumpet out of it
blowing hot kisses into it!

crab dance before the piano:
i'm no Chopin...
i can't conjure sounds of knowledge
with letters and numbers:
there's one angel:
the wander: of wand and wonder:
the chief: not chef:
the Prokofiev the Beethoven
the Messiah:
Jesus was no Moses was no Muhammad
was no War of Love
Lord:
just a Palestinian Human Shield
not a Jew!

i blacked out and i know how the fridge
looks rearranged across
Jupiter: Backgammon:
this strategy of Asiatic Slavic shaming:
SHEM...
HA...

            because i'm the worst sort of imitation
father this girl will ever
receive:
why do prostitutes keep calling me?
why do prostitutes keep calling me?
Khedra and Aloyse...
maybe Aloyse...
           maybe i am dragon and serpent
and a limp **** limp foot i
don't know: i want to know...
my eyes are burning
with the world of status quos
somehow: bewilderingly:           STUPID...
A-L'OH-EASE: ALOYSE..
how i write then how i say it...
stupid Swiftie thought
had this poet covered:

yes and if i were giving higher stature
as JOURNALIST...
poet v journalist...
hmm: get money for being literate:
hmm...
seems a shame to waste by watering
down with self-conglaturation...

the heavenly seeking
teenager girl peering eyes...
DISCO ******* LEGO
i've seen those eyes before:
they were mine:
a long time ago:

maybe humanity needs SLEEPERS...
gods...
demons...
geniuses: i think that a genius is a terrible
waste of the intellect:
a genius is intellect and self
never attested as: intellect is a
a faculty: a function: self-compounding...
self-complexing:
self-avoiding:
self-construc­ting:

                i am a light seeker sleeper...
what happened at Golgotha says
in Las Vegas... savvy?
ship in the desert:
supposedly no other adjective: wind...
WIATR!

         WIND:n it blew one minute: died the next.

i remember when we broke up...

          chasm of melodies or something along
those lines:

a leftover of a roach
come 2pm
and the Ladies final at Wimbledon
is just happening:

as is the Tour de France
so i too did my little tour the Havering:
halfpenny would be nice
just to stand a bit taller

well: rarely does it happen but apparently
it sometimes does:
a blind-spot poem from last evening
left me waking up thinking:
what the hell happened last night?
autopilot on: apparently...

i first came to England as a semi-legal
but technically an illegal immigrant
back in 1994 when you still had a high street
in Ilford on Cranbrook Rd
with Blockbusters and Quick Save
and the likes
and it was nothing like Bangladesh
but oh well:
by 1997 we were visited by two Home Office
officers and about five police officers
i remember that burning sensation
even now:
grandfather was visiting on a visa
the previous day we went to a fanfare
and i won a massive cuddly toy for mum
by sliding ***** into holes
while the camel atop was running ahead
i remember i was on fire that day
i just started year 7 at Canon Palmer Catholic School
and was ready to make new friends
so my father jumped the fences of
the garden
i recently bought a cat and was mingling
getting to know him
1960s Batman movie was on t.v.
and we were eating breakfast
and as my father said:
the Home Office makes raids on Sundays
when no one really works
even the illegal immigrants
so when these two shadows were waiting
outside the house:
it was about a day or a week shy
of the Law
   since by 1997 my father was living up
to 7 years there
and by Law if he made it that far
he couldn't have been DEPORTED...

clue: i found it hard to support the English
football team... ever... ever: like never ever:
but 2nd time coming:
i'm becoming slowly converted:
never say never, ever...
i found it hard to support the English football
team three lions on the shirt:
yes: and three cheetahs on a tree...
so...   but i always had been a fan of English Values:
especially the stance on anti-racism
being a part-time question of authority
before finding my own ontology aligned with:
well i work with blacks Muslims and kinks
so we have racist banter from time to time
between the guys
like one Somali chuckling with:
'i'm a confused racist...'
whenever the same Indian Brigade would come
along and cluck cluck Bengal but but
Muhammad jihad...

1997 we were asked politely to leave
rather than being deported but it was a sort of:
deported at your own discretion:
i don't think they expected a child to be present
so we had about 2 weeks to pack our ****
but you couldn't explain to a boy
of 11 about politics of geography and ethnicity
or whatever
maybe they shouldn't have allowed
the Polish War Government residence in London
but only yesterday i learned
and i honestly didn't know
that it was: **** Germany, Soviet Russia
and the ******* Slovaks who also invaded:

das ist neu! das is neu!

                  ha ha Alfred Tennyson's charge
of the light brigade:
Iron Maiden with The Trooper...
   ha ha: Charge of the Krojanty...
or: like: ever:       the Winged Hussars at Vienna:

as much as i am a contemporary by being
a fan of sport... not particular about factions:
i leave that to the primal man:
funny sort of giggly not funny as in sneering
and devilish but funny-giggly
i'm also a fan of history:

    no i wasn't there but i can still ride a horse
i first learned to bicycle:
peddle: not push: what the ****'s a push-bicycle?
peddling is now pushing?
the **** am i pushing?!
this counter-intuitive working with and against
gravity to capture motion...

well for Bruce Springsteen and at least two
Taylor Swift shifts
i asked to be demoted...
**** the authority and **** the climbing ladders
of "career":
i was like: once upon a time: here:
i'll be there:
like LESTER BURNHAM:
who was actually my Julien Sorel of the screen:
hero... anti-hero...
my two major influences that captivated
the youth and half-beauty in me
were LESTER BURNHAM on screen
and Julien Sorel in books...

           but seriously: i woke up to some unsavory sounds
coming from the garden:
circa 8:30am...
i looked at my phone: did i really call Edie
drunk around 2am?
maybe: looks like it... did i even talk or pretend
to talk?
not unusual:
then i peered from behind the blinds:
Alphonso (Alfons denotes
****, the cat brute of the area:
i'm starting to think about getting an air rifle
and start shooting at the ******)
was there getting nervy:
Quarus in the background trying to
pacify the situation...
but then i see Veroniya
all geared up: seconds later i just see this
Tasmanian devil whirling tornado of needles
of teeth and claws and a pillow emerging
from the roughing up:

Alphonso starts to do cat-wrestling with
my Veroniya...
boy vs girl: this is not play-fighting:
this is going to be:
i think that castration creates very aggresive
female cats
and pacified male cats...
i think the castrated male cats are rather
content
while there's something evil about castrating
female cats:
they, become, vile... tender and vile...
but i wasn't having none of it!

o.k.: when i was younger i tried to intervene
in nature
mostly when i heard a woman
talk about the beauty of a lion hunting blah
blah and oh: so so cruel
the poor Bambi:
yeah: same ******* "Bambi" could knock
your lights out with the buckle of the hoofs
and give you a second brain plum proof
of: itchy-itchy signature oof! terrible headache
i did a skim reading of that scenario
once with seven horses lining up on a hill
in a field at night...
as once i spared a dying bee the agony:
i poured some honey into my palm
picked up the poor ******
and let him O.D. from the honey:
watched the ****** pull out it's long mouth-tongue
and start drinking the pure nectar...
a peaceful death: of a bee...
         by honey O.D.

            i had to run out: i stormed out:
i embodied fury:
naked apart from a bathrobe...
O TY SKURWYSYNIE!
SPIERDALAJ! WĄT!                  WĄT!
chased the ****** away with Veroniya chasing
after him...
Quarus distraught later crawled into my bed:
he's still there while i typo and make promises
to not typo:

               that sort of human intervention
in nature:
yes: with petted animals...
in the wild?
                well: i once caught a mosquito
and held it up to a spiderweb...
hey presto: mummification: because that's
how the Egyptians were inspired:
no?
but there is no homage to Spiders in Ancient
Egyptian culture: is there?
are there no spiders in Africa? not even in the desert?
but spiders are the gods of mummification:
not jackals... spiders are architects
like bees are architects hexagon:
hmm: lineage borrowed from Giant's Causeway?
maybe the scarab: rabbi scarab rabbi:
i'm just curious about spiders and mummification
in this instant...
                i mean: see it in nature then see it
in culture... so...

            but i'm slowly becoming a convert to
supporting the English football team:
because i have no affinity with the Spanish: unlike
Germany...
even this whole 1997 debacle and how:
it was so much easier to deport people not something
***** nilly: i can't complain:
i was about to lose my bilingualism
i was about to speak broken Polish...
it was nice to be reminded
of my heritage
for that year when "we" sorted our legality
and the job was done proper a second time
with lawyers etc
obviously a change of name
but first time my father was young and he was
hoping for the 7 year benefit
but obviously if i didn't go back to Poland:
i was home schooled: or rather i taught myself:
upon return i was in the top tier of mathematics
but obviously the education system
was ******* because they thought i spoke
bad english perhaps my written wasn't all good
but speaking:
not like the first time of hiding in toilets
strapped to a **** unable to speak
because i literally couldn't speak the language
and then that moment
i remember running up to my teacher
at St Augustine's (Barkingside)
                   with a book and exclaiming: eureka!
i can't understand what i'm reading!

which is weird listening to all the Banana boats
and 400 in one day in 6 of them
and no one has the ***** to deport...
but it was so much easier
perhaps white on white made more sense
but then why bother starting a war
against Germany just because Poland was invaded?
shouldn't have bothered:
so i don't understand why somehow
the Implosion of the Empire made it fair game
for the former Empire to come back
and haunt half Tory but never again
merry Tudor England...
                      and from a perspective of the continental
European: neighbor of the Germanic
and Turkic people somewhere slowly southernly
the weirdness that is the Italians
with the ancient Romans sort of ghostly Dasein
a there of a still standing and replica practicality
of the Coliseum... poet of the Coliseum:
sure: because i think that the work i do now
is kind of faking it, acting:
it's not like construction where you're producing
something a house, say...
which is why i don't understand ex-military
working in this industry:
getting all serious and trigger happy
demoted to a high viz otherwise standing pretty
in uniform doing my "work"
at Wimbledon...

             such became self-evident that with
Brexit in 2016 there would be a second
surge immigration to England
like that of 1997 with the Kosovo crew who
would sit all pretty in cafes outside
of Ilford train station
like now we have Albanians sitting pretty
and doing legal jurisdiction extensions of
"human rights" affairs in cafes not
100 meters from my house
and i get that people need to move in
semi-nomadic sporadic outburts

apparently the "eastern Europeans" were
too keen workers:
great! now we have sub-continent of India
lazy-pants working broken English
and fidgety on their smartphones
because the traffic and stench of Bombay
is lost
and even the Pakistani girls are like:
**** get me away get me away
that's the last thirst of Islam to conquer
India but alas: not, to, be...
those polytheists and their: AU NATUREL
ways of passing on water
better to throw ashes into the river:
maybe my body is ash
and my blood is rye
maybe that's my body: my blood...
some ash flicked off the end of a cigarette
into a shot of bourbon! yes! indeed: that's it!

i admit: not as prolific as the antics of
the Cosmopolitan Messiah:
not Moses the army tactician turned
plagiarist of Assyrians
i'm pretty sure he was too busy to have
bothered writing anything
and back when people wrote into stone
i hardly think
there's any concern for the relevance
of: by the spoken stubborn of Judaic
the Covenant of Journalistic writing on the wind
and speaking on paper...
but i can't exactly do one better
than Jose of Jerusalem: but i might have
implored him:
you can't lift the sins of the world:
alone...
you coming back with short-circuit the entire
logic of monotheism:
by a Second Coming you will actually destroy
the concept of: one life one death one god
that is my trinity:
one life one death one god

the Hebrews always faulted themselves
by imploring the second coming of Elijah...
this is a logical profanity of
the supposed superiority of monotheism
toward polytheism and within
the confines of polytheism there are many
universes and alternative routes
and only the Elect number of Souls
of authentic approach toward life
moving like ghost parasites in the composite
body of zombie-people...
sometimes taming the ego sometimes
not taming the ego
given a different status to say:
the former realization of being leprosy afflicted
or too rich or too crazy to handle
Damocles' and the Sphinx's authority
of the riddle...

   but mythology is never part of the Hebrew
history:
there are myths in other cultures
but the Hebrews just don't stand for mythology:
mythology is just like histriology:
there's the logic of: and how much time has
elapsed since we've seen something spectacular?
enough? well then:
we have to re-categorize our approach
to this story being kept in the collective consciousness:
no, not like the collective consciousness
of ants:
but one person alive, living next to another person:
also alive...
can attest that there doesn't have to be
any cryptic Jungian collective well-being spring
of COME FORTH the aliens demonic
humanoid angelic archetypes anti-plagiarism
unlike teens trying to compete for attention under
the guidance of peer-pressure...

reincarnation has not toast of clarification
in monotheism:
únus vita únus mortem únus deus!
depends how you punctuate:
****...
         U R AN OOSE
  goose: para- ditto: Dodd... instead of Tod...

              time to have fun in language and with it
and given no paper
is a carrier of: enough to bypass gatekeeping
with enough spacing
and hot bagels off right off off the bat
and who cares about money
i have Martin "Schumacher" Batuk in the background
half brain not dead
about to be airlifted from Poland
to a nursing home in England
since his calamity occurred doesn't mean
that he'll remain there:
and the ***** and giggles of my grandmother's
dementia is like: a cherry a cherry a cherry smiling
like my lover's buttocks:
i had to get a wake up call
took to smoking a cigarette with coffee
then did two angry masturbations
trying to find female ******* kinks of the teacher
and student... but once that was over
and i did my 3 times the *****
had a shower
and cycled to: African Christian Ladies
opening up a stall and singing and blasting bad
Nigerian Reggae at Collier Row
just outside the Tesco where i came in for
a supply of bourbon...

jeez: that Travis Scott demographic... hmm?
i was not expecting it...
we were all gearing up for the **** Kid
demographic from last year
where African Power and quasi-nationalism
was espoused and it was like a Malcolm X
rally:
but it's still funny watching the dynamic
of black on black
the former slaves: as caught and sold
to European merchants:
the idiots of the tribe...
       and it's not like slavery meant
that no Africans remained in Africa, right?
   it's not like every single African was enslaved:
there were those that stayed behind:
and it's not like picking cotton was:
compared to what the European *******
did coming from the east
and the Irish in the coalmines and construction?
oh: ugh! backbreaking work: picking cotton...
the sun so awful all that brain freeze
and suntan and: i had it once... what's the word...
sunstroke... yes...
not enough Afro curls on me heed to go ahead
and... somehow not sigh?

don't know what the constipation is all about:
politically:
the moment i started laughing at the President
of the United States
introducing Zelensky as Putin...
                      so i'm supposed to go and live
among these people?
hardly:
Hawaiian implores me to mingle with the Polynesians
and it's almost done:
getting those ******* out with enough
golf, golf-tourism and tourism...
but not quiet: quite:
ha ha... funny words... not so far apart:
a Dyslexic funfair that's like the opposite of Islam
but not much better
supposedly we're all literate but
evidently no: so if i can but try to come across
as intimidating:
it would very much coincide with one
observation from a Bengali arch-English anti-Bengali:
'why is it that when you talk
people listen to you?'
you know, fwend: i never really had enough
of an undermining ego-narrative in my head
to be bothered by that: or as Heidegger proposed:
beside the hammer...
i.e. laborers talking about philosophy on the job
rather than exchanging *** banter and banter:
Heidegger's Q: or: the proposed:
question-worthiness...

         there is such a "thing" as: question-worthiness...
i question sparingly:
myself? hardly: but not never...
if Socrates utilized: "nothing"...
then Heidegger utilized: question:
hence, from: all i know is that i know nothing
came:
well... Heidegger didn't actually put up a formulaic
simplification away from an aphorism...
he didn't suggest a succinct approach...
i'll try...

           what is best known is what
           is question-worthy...

best? or "best"? to the highest degree:
aesthetically... maybe...
ethically: definitely...
for the generalization of well-being: being well...
good... ergo best:
yes...

       what is best known is what
       is question-worthy...

if someone doesn't prompt a question:
it is best dissolved, absolved from one's concern...
it's mostly ego mash up and consciousness
debates...
but... find me a single thing in existence
and tell me it doesn't have the following expression(s):

                     ?               !
                             . .
                         .__.

look at the face... it's a pretty face: isn't it?!
i think that's my face:
the mountain screams with the eye of exclamation
while also withdraws with
the eye of questioning:
no smile no frown:
two nostrils i gather and two pairs of ears
funny how ears are unimportant in
the language of emoticons...

                    question-worthiness...
i'm so happy i wasted my 20s and early 30s
on reading philosophy
on being scrutinized by psychiatric professionals
being pilled
bloating up to 115kg
                 being ****** and whatnot
ah: the tyranny as espoused by Plato went away
so quickly and never came back
and i started to look at people in 3D...
i started reading people...
people slowly started to open up to me
from seeing a psychiatrist (not by choice)
to somehow being a psychiatrist not qualified
to dish out pharma cocktails of debilitating
side-effects:

          but that i learned from the private imperfections
of R. D. Laing...
a good portion of my literary diet was
orientated in the scared trinity
of philosophy, psychology and poetry...
that is a ******* juggernaut... a perfect cocktail:
and you have to sometimes juggle multiple
readings: the simultaneous approach
coincidences approach:
life feels eerie from not being or feeling
special: crab bucket mentality is sure to follow:
but just being alive:
somehow curtaining and curtailing
and even censoring
a need-to-have consciousness-as-narrative:
ego: flaky...
i have one but it's un-uniqueness
in that "we" share the commonality of someone
says Monday,
another someone says September 1st 1939 anno domini
dough-mini: instead: piquant:
scale: the backward version of
joy to the world the lord has come
not music in the slightest:
so thought inter-personal transit of ideas
like who discovered gravity
was Newton but not Newton's ego
that became recycled:
and only as such... "reincarnation" of the ego
happens all the time:
timeless plagiarism of being of a species
and having a tongue and relating to the same exemplum
gratis of a fellow man...

but i will not have a 20th century itch
of having to keep Shakespeare as a crutch
for verification stratification
of authority of the penned-whip:
i will lose no sensibility being under-appreciative
of Shakespeare:
besides... well... the movie adaptation
of Macbeth...the Justin Kurzel version...
primarily because of how hauntingly the language
was approached: perfectly fitting:
esp with the score Jed... oh! right! brothers at work!
lucky *******...
they had it with the Merchant of Venice:
up to a point but that's only thanks to Al Pacino
and Jeremy Irons...
the Romeo+Juliet adaptation was just
******* wonky: the language too obviously
sterile beyond everyday usage...
the music gave the adaptation of Macbeth the perfect
haunting eerie-.

i don't understand why a ******* would call me to cold: stipend: a case for being lonely... the logic that is also the noun and: from: trans-: valuation: the dictatorial contra the democratic ordeal: that's money... peanuts for elephants... rubble coinage for plumbing: ******* for psychology relief... why would a ******* call me and seek: why i ought to pay this anti-logic a serving gratitude... i don't understand why a ******* would ask me to implode on earnings... to: and i told her: but my situation is complicated: soap, anti-opera... just because i dabbled in prostitution from time to time makes me a: ******* ****? are these girls looking for a ****? i don't know: Edie's a Reyla's and i'm just thinking about the day+ agony flight from London to Kauai... and putting a drill to my temple and drilling a hole to get my driving license: i can ******* ride a bicycle and a horse: is you retards car ******* special?!

i could unpack each detail of the Travis Scott
concert
in a rubric: i actually read an Olson poem
to try to find a worthwhile imitation
of depicting with words: in words:
images and clues
but not paintings...

             language is too alive and morphing
and bound to the evolutionary sciences
of biology and psychology
i can't interpret Darwinism in the same
light like this
agony of truth i see before me
unlike the constraints of geometry
and shadow binding to shadow
light to light
and all that is my low growling voice
having been...

             sung too baritone in the choir...
because all the angels in the choir
have *****, testicles,
while i'm the only one with a ****:
but paradoxically without *****:
the ****** Pretender
i can content with Michael over the "wand":

Nubim:
i have a **** for a wand
and i have the cockerel at the zenith of a height
in Kauai to prove
pecking cashew cuts and nuts from my
hand:
oh what a not-surprising quench:
she's no longer taking her daughter to church...

it was a Dostoevsky moment from
Notes of the Underground:
he looked at me funny:
she looked at me funny:
i was not playing poor Oliver
i just asked the *****:
can i have a bottle of water?
she replied: no... what position are
you working on?
outside: we don't give the dogs
of people water!
even if i work for the *** Army directly?
no! nope!
water?
so now i'm going to trade you peanuts
for elephants and call you Hannibal?!
woman! you crazy *** *****

you think i'll work for this *******
treated like a camel jockey
greedy about water?
am i, a *******, Pakistani "uncle"?
UNKLL'
             i'm un-killed...
someone once attempted to take my life
aged 21...

you think i'm asking for alms or for profit
i just ******* asked for water:
you're going to be the centurion
with the wine soaked sponge
greedily offering me the relapse from
the already stated fact of being
crucified
like a pendulum and a clock: detail:
centuries my eternal solo me
duo:
i don't understand reincarnation
in the confines of monotheism:
paradoxical affair...
for that there had to be a literate
writing "Jesus": je suis...

so many THOTS
even the guys at Northumberland
Park station were bragging:
bro: those dudes just went into the moshpit
and the girls were getting cushioned
and they liked it...
so this is chimpanzee sexuality:
this... the mortal narrative of the immortal ape?
ape conjectured and conjured
a man: a lost tale:
but upon reaching man:
the ghosts of apes... the gods: men....
can men go beyond the gods of the apes
with the gods of men:
there are no gods to govern men
there are only men who govern men
and Jesus and Mohammad:
i wish to talk to Moses...
all cut one begin with M...
Mohammad, Moses, Matthew...

              but can man evolve beyond
man if he evolved from ape?
ape found the gods in man
where is man to find the gods:
since he already prescribed himself
with regressing to ape: apologetics
ontology of children...
children will come with ghosts
and demons...
and *****...

         Myslite: oh... i thought i could copy
that letter on whim+will...

you know: i'm actually burning up
thinking about a Taylor Swift
record: Broken Poets Department:
some indie 14 year old girls' *******...

cuckoo or word of an overtly stressing
moment of mother:
but who are you? i am: i ask you...
and you to not think are
who exclaiming all those paranoid sounds

that manic not so manic street preacher
with a placard
talk of the antithesis Christ
as replacement Christ
this anti- this bogus prefix
to no real concern...

i can actually laugh at the American President
when he introduces the President of: THE uKRAINE...
rather than Ukraine:
troubles would have begun if not
placing the sacred Shinto N (ン)
in the construct of the indefinite article of A...
without an ン...
N...

        an hour: a special treatment: of H(atching):
aye not far away: aey: hey so far...
i was thinking about the **** architect of
the Olympic Stadium in Berlin:
WERNER MARCH
MARSCH...

        we get our surnames misspelled like
Hitlers...
Stalin and Elert
******
ooh-hoo... Elert...
no.. it's Eschlert...
but since you ******* are tongue tied
to
but one tongue: crazy catch-up Utopia of
Africa... sorry: but bye bye...

so one manager tells another manager
and a supervisor overhears:
trouble on top
trouble down below:
but i did say:
and then you close your eyes
and there's damage to your nose
and you become clarifying vampire:
i smell *** and ****
i don't have to see them...

lucky me for the walk of shame
feeling somewhat important
walking through:
not Kant: to his grave of oratory masterpiece:
not pulpit:

Kulosevski
and Bussima
or whatever...
i don't care:
but i don't hate:
i just don't care...
Kauai wouldn't be Olson's
Gloucester...
it would be my special Z
snooze: sort of place...

the choir had all the testicles
but god wasn't going
to be the dictator of instruments
the director...
i had the **** but not
the ***** i sort of hid them
in my throat...

i...
                i...
       what's that in numbers:
counting:
as men we conjured so many gods
of wishing each other well
until someone might
conjure
a conjuring of summoning
the effort
and pay due to journalism:
with mythology:
and mythology ends
where physics begins?!

             i have the ****: the choir
have the *****:
oddly enough i have the deepest voice:
angelic choir summoning works
reverse to human reality of
how words are stressed:
the entourage only took me
and one: bothersome:
what VIP treatment?
   jeez: step by step:
it was more entertaining walking
a blind drunk down the steps than
doing this over-sensitivity wording press:
press for pressure...

         then the ***** messaged me:
oh can you come and
see me and spend for this anti-psychiatric
evidence: £120 an hour
love you to loads:
so i started to flick my St. Martin's
and Schumacher presence on this earth as:
VEGETABLE...
i thought about going to the brothel
but then i realized my own language
prowess and then the interruptions
that didn't achieve the schizophrenic
prowess of bi-lingualism....

                 a hawk:
          an hour:
               don't say yes: in between: please..
a hatchet...
           hubris...
                      say the definite
say the indefinite:
but you can say: definitely / indefinitely:
hour, minute, second, day, year, epoch:
existence... per se...

an hour
a door
a room
a humor
'our: ate H

            scoff: just reading the tongue
and the caging of ego
with all the Niqab and printing press
innuendo dynamic: footprint
of feminism and the advent of *******:
women's return to a function:
all prior...
no sorry yes sorry my name
is Lord Brigerton... blah blah: Jane Austen
dictatorial tattoo...

          some two footballers:
Kulusevski and Bissouma:
                 great what's my age again?
am i Plato's age upon his death
do i think to
thank how technology morphs:
how our apparence:

APPARENCE

new word... my word...

     a conglomeration of appearance
and circumstance and
the guiding word: Heidegger's Da-Sein...
i'm motivated by German thinking
in an English environment:
to create a Darwinism-Christianity
will take convincing: me!

i rarely listen to politicians:
esp not in England:
i never quiet understood the political
banter
of the leader and opposition L
during Wednesday's Prime Minister's questions
on a serious note:
then devolving into child's play
of oratory: ancient Rome, ancient Greece...
but this one instance
i listened to the Sejm: i.e. the Polish
government
and i heard the sobering up to politics
in the version of BRAUN vs. TUSK
i.e.: Grzegorz Braun vs. Donald Tusk:

and apparently England
progressed into the EURO finals
and i heard stories
of PTSD from the 2021 final:
i'm working with some of these people:
some were promoted
some became the Shun of the Sun
of the world of people...

the Shun of the Sun of the World of People:

i spent quality time with my father
and we talked about Southgates' tactics:
criticism: hello little demon
Matthew and Mirsowav have spoken:
i'm not going to employ the diacritic Atlas
pose: no!

she's no longer going to Church:
i think i've given her my fill of Arguments
i have against the Church:
no! not the Church!
i'm not Martin Luther:
my criticism is of Christianity: the essence
not the existence of Christianity:
that's why i adore the Church:
but not Christianity...

never go to sleep high: if creativity is punishing you
then spend the night writing away...
take pauses:
pauses are much longer when high
and drunk in the extreme: **** out: i'm all giggles:
tittle: tattle: and the ticking licking i misspell
Ms. Pell: of alternative Bridgerton: Bridge by
bridge and tonne of tonne of flowing water
this air:

i'm 40 and my psychosis was a forerunner
of her brother's, my uncle's shadow of Self
Emerge...
     like her love is exhausting:
there emerges as Square inside the Triangle:
let me who you...

Ⱑ:  close... it was a T inside of the parameters
if Christianity:
the offshoot of King David's Star Constant:
the new Nomad trapped in
Roman Jerusalem
a bit like a Pollack trapped in London
modern: London...

i was thinking of the clock counting 0 to erase
the Greeks
when the Mongols who were caste from fury
to challenge the Muslims:
while we up north kept for them
the ingenuity of the warm bed and the worm:
a quest for ego:
as Jung predicted: the modern European
man in search of soul:
so came to us the people in search
of the ego...
origins of god can be insightful:
but for how long will you hear eternal truths
told by people with
a relic of concern for the humanity
of the meat they will about to eat:
eat such poor ******* hygiene:
just smelly clothes:
and they ******* eat breakfast like it's a *******
curry house
and they were bomber jackets
in early morning cool heat that i want
to salvage so much but
i can't: and old granny is talking:
this stinking Rastafarian of a woman
stinks the place out with hair and spices...

                    mind you there is a ******* of
the white man to the black man
that's unlike the curiosity of the Asians...
why would the blacks want to imitate the whites
in social creature-ism
while the whites crucify themselves
on bloated lips and whitening teeth
tattooing to be part black: not exactly Nairobi
Neuro
                    Maori... cluck: cluck...

i summon the birds: WRONY: female Crows
i have a harem of them on my rooftop
in my eyes:
about to take me away
the harem of Hugin and Muginn decided
to perch in my sight:
perverted pigeons: even the woodland
pigeons:
forgot to watch the stars
and then realized: O... some moving parts
this a new engineering
hard pressed process?

               in celebration of England reaching
the finals:
perfect time to be alive with father
and silent demon the instructions to
Southgate:
but Saka and Tripier aren't doing much:
keep Rice on for the Muller Muscles of
Advert...
take Kane off...
   put on Watkins...
            take off Wagner... no... Leotard...
no... **** me... Wilkins... Major Major...
i'm not going to look his name
it might it might not:
i'm not so much a Swiftie as to buy
her boyfriend's NFL t-shirt...
that was creepy...

     that's the first time i saw a ******* and i saw ******
clock 1: notice, figest
a slow ******* delay BUTTON not even
red no nukes here:
AMBER...
clock 2: i think that's the hour
but let make check clock 3:
the day hand the week hand
and the month hand...

can someone devise a clock that slow:
this tortoise slow?
is there potential for engineering such a clock?
the mechanisms for such a clock
to exist:

i want...
the day, the week and the month hands:
i can already calibrate that years are
sacred and not the keepers of Time
but are the Keepers of History:
and History is the Censor of Time...
HISTORY = CENSORSHIP...
d'uh you ******* fudge packing ******!

well i'd play chess with her,
go horse-riding with her...
but i'm the ******* who can't see
her silly TikTok lip synchro:
so i'm still the Igor: not the Frankenstein:
mommy is finally moving away
and you have plans
and i'm not remotely even: da-sein:
there: concerned with you:
or you with me:
i must have masturbated 5 times today
to make preferential treatment
to the pain as a pleasure
and do i really need a car in London?
my grandfather never learned to drive:
well!
can i get a pony?! can i please get a pony?!
i'm going to be a little girl right
now...
why couldn't i see that silly TikTok of hers?
i'm still the *******: aren't i?
the thought of lineage crosses my mind
from time to time:
question is:
if two Police Cars come to the aid
of Ry and locomotive Lynda Esq...

        what is being discussed: hyperbolic:
i'm being tender: ice ice... ion: eyed out...
i would be Shakespeare if
i started to see music in writing
and not simply hear it
but then...
i have larvae on my eyes:
i see them as bright as day:
didn't i tell you:
i get VERTIGO when lying in BED

i get vertigo in bed
but not on level 5 of the Coliseum
or on Scottish HQ roof...
i get vertigo in bed...
gravity funny for the 3rd angel
fallen with one
that's me: imitating a sleeping Buddha:
one falls feet first and thirst
one falls head first and Scripture(d)
the idea of the 3rd canny
funny: well if Gabriel
joins out Brood:
how late were the people to clock
in on the dimension of a New Anarchy!

eh! feminism began long ago:
it was a slow progress:
blah ha ha ha ha ah ha ha!
feminism began with Christianity
and Islam:
the currency of the current
iteration:
sisters! sisters! you started ahead of me!
i'm out of breath:
sisters!
i came late:
that's year zero +86
say 19 down the middle....

the sexes of the species will never achieve
the DUALISM
we can observe with perfection
from lion to ant...
as the elevated and the fallen:
we are lodged in a dichotomy...
as much as the French
will try to conjure Parisian
******
and mind-body dualism:
there is the eternal DICHOTOMY:

i need my two ******* clocks!
one for a day
and one for a year!
i don't know what year i am in!

Aston Villa striker:
Wilkins...
sir?
sorry Wilkins: in really don't
know whether i remembered your name
correctly...
Mr a Mr what is this ******
football and t.v.:

      that penalty should never have, been,
given...
one thing rubbing against
a rosemary bush:
nothing it burning:
but since choosing a scented
rather than a burning:
i want to rub all against you:
no lord: are you ******:
a woman: even?

now that the cavern of the release:
perhaps i don't understand the malice
of mother against son
or daughter
or of father against: son, especially:
your daughter:
perhaps i've only been that:
a diamond in the eyes of homeless people:
the philosophy@

weird that i wasn't made to be privay
concerning
Ry antics...
            seems like a rejection letter
to me:
to HELL with all the acting!
i baked that 13 year old cake pool party:
a ******* JOKE!
i spot the pedophiles
you now: insinuate:
maybe a Pakistani Revival
sequence Brighten a Reminder!
love your **** juice and stink!