how do i approach this....
there's so much ego is also useful for
when i use it
to no cognitive narrative fudge
but instead restrain it:
then put my idle hands to work:
my devilish hands
of idle measure:

i feel so organic having mentioned
eating raw pork
to ingest a tapeworm
and become the Overlord or Zenir of Dune
without sandworms:
with earthworms:
peering into the earth
to find more than serpents:
i've become of serpents
i don't need serpents anymore
to play Loki:
i need Chopin and Boris Brejcha
at Nimes...

Tour de France: we'll get to that in a minute:
i'm clarifying time:

i own a viking bicycle:
how much?
£125
works like a woman
very impressive
a thing can be a woman
my viking road bicycle
green green greed green
envy comes: later...
she's like a woman
and i'm riding her into the distance:

autobiography:
someone set off fireworks in my neighborhood
last night and it spread like wildfire
into the night on social media blah blah

rubric necessary:
if drinking a mixer
smoke some in the garden, wait for stars
to keep their constellations
and without a telescope or a microscope:
catch an insect in your eye
while cycling
Tour de Havering:
from Rise Park
to hmm... Raphael's Park
vicinity
Gidea Park...

            the joy of having watched
the tour de france on t.v.: i
didn't watch it... beside stage 21
while playing Solitaire and reading
newspapers:
but the sports commentary:
imagine what football is: zombie religion...
a place
where people drink and make fantasies of
Nation-States in the globalized world:
globalized = atomized...
the globalized non-states
with their atomized non-individuals...

blink of an eye is equivalent to
0.001 sec?
and the chances of a symbiosis gone wrong
an insect...
lower status creature:
i want to summon the TAPEWORMS
and the *****
into my digestive stomach:
time, for, the, serpent, to, become, the, tree!

Y tongue ADAM and EVE
DEVIL WEDS THEM BEFORE GOD
with tongue of Y and a tree to:
ah! jeez bliss: blitzkrieg bliss!
famous athletes around me:

ATHLETICS is the MOTHER
of all SPORTS...
what is philosophy if not a sport in the dead
humanities... CIRCUS MAXIMUS ABSTRACT'
that T' is a hidden acute above an I which makes it
an E...

a blink of the eye takes
0.001 seconds:
long before i compound the vowels with consonant:
in Japanese that's:
unique: ONE
them: feminine in Polish one: them(f)
them: masculine in Polish oni: them(m)
and how much the predicament of an insect
flying into my eye:
i have such AIRWORMS that found peace
in my body happy as long as the eyes can see
the liver the brain
is of no importance:
the eyes remain:
there are only eyes:
a body without eyes is no body:
a blind man has eyes
ergo a blind man isn't blind
but ALTER-SEEING...
coordinator:
one thing you learn from Crowd Control
being invested in theoretical chemistry
way beyond youth:
is:
that:
you:
can:
claim:
that:
people are like all the elements and none at
the same time:
collectively people are water and earth
individually people are like air and fire:
airy fairy words, promises: ancient Satanic:
which is: i'm the new child..
promises like lies
what are truths and beliefs
within the contention that beliefs are lying-truths...

my father knew i would be up to something
creative
and he did all the chores around the house
while i planted these two replacements for
roses:
the names of flowers always alludes me:
i need a woman
because i need to have noun gratification:
i basically need a woman for nouns
since i am a verb
a woman is a noun
while a man is a verb:
a woman is a vowel
a man is a consonant...

       will "we": still talk about pronoun
"confusion"?
too much pie?!
assassination attempt post-survivalist "face"
emoji:

                  ?           !
                      
ah ****: forgot the nostrils and spacing....
for the leftover ear:
so perfectly so i should have bet on Fortune
Chance:
the gods meet humans in the Arena of Chance:
not somehow Sport
impossible for the Gods to play Gamble
in Athletics:
but gods try these anti-gods
anti-demigods
riches in housing illegal migrants...
in hotels in Clacton-on-Sewage...

one blink of an eye: 0.002 seconds
chance an insect flying into your eyes:
0.0019:
but there are parasites already
residing in my eye: s:
i can see them... they are microscopic:
i needed a telescope:
i received the ROAMING STARS
the Catholics told me ugly truths:
i once said:
i cannot hear silence:
that's demonic now i'm half-paralysis
in perfect mode
having a twirl
a buzz and buzz fresh off the frenzy of BIG
BANGS...
i'm hearing the bangs with the LITTLE SOUNDS
well... concerning the list of other
BIG BANGS: like children talking
something they need a GOD to adhere to having
been so "dead" for so long...
i think i'm not Nietzsche:

big bang: the alphabet?
the sports are: underrepresented:
that's why football is the deep state state: "state"...
don't know:
a sport is a sport is a sport
when it retains the CLASS of literacy
being sponsored:
sharing of wealth:
the rich spend on the sporty:
not the intellectual: i guess...
this is not ACADEMIC... classed as:

so much of my ego like
an angry 13 year old girl about me not about me:
i can't believe the inherent
ontological disability of men
simply because that disability is god:
whether god or gods:
how we feel all organic
but feed of all things inorganic:
how we summoned eternity with
the grit of stone and how we paid
due currency of constipated espionage:
caressing the stone with:
philosopher's envy:
if water is time
then for man to retain his eternal
presence
set forth clinging to stones:
sinking in the water of time
making himself eternal:

physicist! if you truly want to learn:
learn!
become hyper-space indulgent
and detached become
Vibration rather than Music...
Music is Music:
Intellect is a Vibration...
          Reason is the Vibrating...

Intellect is a Vibration
while Reason is the Vibrating...

crowd control: West Ham... post-athletics
Hugo is missing
Hugo is missing...
CONTROL is not informed:
but Romeo Beta is
by Romeo 5...

    create a meaning of:
the River is to a Sea...
not an ocean: just a sea:
a sea of people:
not an ocean of people...
just a sea of people..
there are: gradations of category:
the imperative being:
beyond good and evil:
that's what Neitzsche alluded to:
the categorical imperative
does not quest to reason good above
evil and the knowledge
encompassed in telling
the difference:
in that:
evil = good =evil
good = evil = good

how does man's discovery of rigid dues
of gravity and the *******
project of quantum ***** and giggles:
but in the court...
when man passes laws and forgets
to update them:
maybe A.I> should update our *******
laziness!

the only reason why i gave Leopold the Lydon
Scousser:the bottle of whiskey:
i didn't have to thank him:
NVQ level 3 i was **** fudge packaging
my ego into the
lost beyond lost child
sort of REGRESS... analogy...
but the subject matter was so intellectually dry
i thought about:
hanging, prostitutes: tapeworms:
Amsterdam: Paris: woods nearby: magic
mushrooms:
tapeworms: air-worms in the eyes:
light-worms: something symbiotic
after... after... ha ha!
i've lived through TWO ASSASSINATION attempts...
once when i was a toddler
and almost suffocated
on being fed too fast...
another when i was 21...
but i can also remember two others...
yes... being drawn into a well:
in the middle of nowhere...
being pushed into it by the mother of my
childhood friend: Herbert: i think:
i need a woman for nouns
a woman is a banknote for nouns
while the man is the coinage for verbs...

feminism will,
not govern,
the male, intellect:
within:
her:
as a study: of:
under-achievements:
of: still:
giving: good: head!
but feminism!
will!
not! become!
         Platonism!
will not become!
Aristotelian!
will not become
the Romantic!
will not become SAURON'S Ring!
one thought movement
to quell them all:
feminism = platonism = chriatianity = islam...

blah ha ha!
woman! woman!
get a, *******: wheelchair!
slow down!
ride horses! break a neck:
slow down!
slow! slow! slow! sleeeeeeeuuuuth!

don't get me wrong:
sport:
under representation: as talked by a ******:
asbestos: non non...
then music become a deterioration:
decay: distraction:
you want to escape without the fatigue:
after all: mood changes
but most writers can't keep a hard-on
for ego+ through to ego-
which is somewhere between ego=
and ego_
                      
then the silence and no loss procrastinating:
allowance: wink winks:
the representative perfect:
Turkish barbers and Synthia:
you forgot the macarroni
maccaroni
macarroni
                ah: third time oucky: some add L
to replace the O:
well you know: wonders of counter-reality
profit-idiot-nouns...

           but sport is seriously under-represented:
sport as sport:
a recreation to counter the pathological necrosis
of procreation:
which is also adamantly slow to
be discovered as a covert topic point...

   athletics... the mother of all sports:
like mathematics is the mother of knowledge...
1 + 2 = 3
simple life = mother + can be:
can be: any woman can replace
a man's mother:
if: she can: progress to the provisions of
detachment sensibilities...
a relationship of growth
is brought about by:
the impeding stress of: detachment...
from? well if
i'm contemplating tapeworms and Dune
and magic mushrooms and field trips into the spirit
world...
then i write that and then reality replies:
random cycling new streets mostly haven
suburbia...
detour 1, 2, 4, 5, 3...
hey, mind wandering:
i might be cycling in the tour de frace
but i still love cycling... at least my bicycle
won't be stolen
but then again those expensive bicycles
were stolen from people who had no interest
in cycling:
they just wanted to pretend
to look like:
i love cycling: i hate cycling...
i used to spend £30 a week on cigarettes...
i'm bulging: i wanted to weigh 99kg
i'm bulging up to 105kg
almost unconsciously...
different high viz jacket
and i'm just gaining weight: need to manage
crowd: some ****... another shirt...
can't flex my manly **** like some
don't know whether i can stomach
an actual physical: let's get to know each
other a little bit better, hmm?
   i will hate that circumcised *******
resurrecting mummified bodies sort of ***...

until i restore the high
but the music would have been all:
ill...

Wimbledon, the Euro finals...
concerts in between:
and to think i'm thinking the what IF
and the IF dimension of
even she said:
but i live on a island (Kauai:
origins volcano mythology)
that has roughly 60,--0-:
60,-
60,000 people:
you are part of a team that manages:
venues: with 90000 people...

            and i'm such a good cook and cleaning
lady and me holy TARMAC seriously
that is how the sexes identify when the world
changes and the sexes have to evolve
to compete for complimenting each other?
i feel we reached the highest
escapade:
the sexes compliment
rather than compete:
i work a ****** job: but an engaging:
conflicting: i get to compliment my writings escapades
but at the time confiscate the weirdos
from the whirlpool of body: of man...

Tadek: Tadeusz: Pogačar...
the mythology of the sport that is the Tour
is unlike the insomnia patterned
seasonal:
i wasn't really watching:
i was merely listening!
sure from time to i watch the drone swoon
in like a hawk:
but this is a different sport
a pristine sport
sport without politics:
since ARENA sports
beside the athletic is a humanity's coping
mechanism for discussing in
short-hand the concepts
of RELIGION and of POLITICS...
it's discussed in the most democratic of fashions...
democracy is absolute in the Coliseum...
the church needs to be abandoned...
in all, and every:
country: of this world...

the Coliseum speaks: the Parliament: Listens!
the King and the Lords
are thereof: Absolved of their Dutiful Stature:
and Status:
the Courts and the Laws will be absolved
in their Former Formality of Authority: Recognized:
and the Rule of Man will be: PROMPTLY:
INSTIGATED:
a man will know that association of
ill will was his own gravity:
and will not blame others: for gravitating toward good:
the Rule of Man will
govern both the Rule of Law and
the Godly Dietary Neurotic Propaganda...
the PIG will be venerated in the same psy
pogrom of wind-farming bias...
the pig will be the new ram
the pig will turn into a:
the French were once the BOARS
now they're the cockerels..

       the French were once the BOARS...
now they're the cockerels...
you can tell: sniff it:
the scent of sweetened ******* with
the friction counter literature:

i do see parasites in my vision:
not my eyes:

but how could it possibly be:
that certain sports have empowered people
to supplement themselves
with the REALITY of being involved
whereas church and parliament are
just: majestic, impartial:
status de facto quo
IMPOTENT
Bureucratic (dyslexia, perhaps,
sounds different to the spelling, too many vowels)
bue:row-cratic...
                       the Coliseum: the Parliament:
the Church... and how does Russia operate?
the Church: the Monarch: War...

                                       at least he know how
to contain war: with the gift of Vespasian...
Vespasian's gift:

ah!
now: more clearly:
however i write it, it will be "chiral":

the Gift of Vespasian : Vespasian's Gift...

definite article, noun, preposition, noun
noun: possessive-no-plural article (of noun), noun...
yes: other replicas...
but the original: and grandiose in / of intent:
unlike the Pyramids:
this like for what the Koreans worship
the birth of letters in one man
the abnormal X- have you another waver?
i.e. Sejong: the one man "**** show"...

            but Vespasian: mm hmm! to transcended
time!
what an ingenious structure:
should: church and state and parliament fail!
there's also this stalling process of
appeasing the crowd!
and that's when you see in the sea:
of people...
the intelligent ones: that are also the most
illogical:
the intelligent people are the most illogical
in large: crowd: environments:
whether your weekly football match
(a singled out event)
or **** Germany or the Weimer Rep...

              intelligent people are the most illogical
in a crowd...
they will conjure up all types of fakery
thinking their intelligence is somehow a virus
of proper genetic stashing of:
getting the best out of life:
which: by now: kinda looks like
a family of mother and ***** donor cwy...
            
          i should have remained a roofer with
my father and got a mortgage and a car
instead of working in security
and having the vantage point
of willing to write poetic without hope
for a Pulitzer prize...
instead... Glasgow: 2007... 2008:
first discovering Bukowski...
that crow poem and madmen...
i already knew Dostoyevsky but picked up
Kharamazov Bros as a side...

the drudgery of work?
  if i were a postman! mail'e'me'mail'e'me'mail'e'me!
mail'me'e'e! if i were a Yeshua!

beer, as i discovered, is about as crucial to marinade meat as is salt and olive oil... especially when tenderizing pork... esp pork...

now pork, i do know:
unlike chicken or beef...
only recently i found out
that a quick Turkish marinade
with some Sumac
rosemary... rosemary?!
yes: apparently beef
works just as well with rosemary
as does lamb...

i don't understand the monotheistic
**** of logic against pork
maybe all that dehydration have
those "sputnik bros"
the wrong kind of hallucinations
maybe the rest of us are
forgiving of the sand people too
much:

but sure as **** Islam wasn't born
a heritage implosion
of Judaism:
Islam was born from having
to antagonize Christianity:
in the sentiment of:
Christianity begot waging
war of images against words
and Islam was born with a reply:
to wage war with words against
images...

pork i can understand:
how to marinade the beast...
tenderize it... succumb to:
the oink and the cartilage
in hoofs in nails
in ears in tail:
the most economic animal known
to man: in terms of edibility:
which is why these sand-people
seem so strange to
be so loved up in Kentucky
bird flute playing the flu
i don't get this backwardness...
this critique of god
it's almost like a gimmick
to show god and the people befriended:
so... these lunatics do realize
that: you couldn't possible
raise a piglet farm in the desert:

they do realize that Europe
was once a forest
and uprooting trees and turning the former
forest land into arable pasture
was not exactly...
what's the word: waiting in the desert
tending to camels spitting in your eye
blah: it wasn't super easy...
and yet the pig gets the brunt of the burden
of: weird people:
super weird people...
at least the Chinese with their atheism
and a lifetime of catching up
to the European fascination with
the Egyptians: but
what other written script out of Africa?
can we be summoned to the judgement:
well in part the westerners of the continent
but are we to blame for
how loudly Nigerians speak:
simply because they had no concern
for scribbling down the sounds that they
made and conjured up letters?

ooh look at me: i'm about to google
a politically correct... for fool's gold
if i didn't come across any African alphabet
until i already bypassed hieroglyphs then
what the **** am i expecting?
ideograms? Katakana syllables?
Korean thingy-ma-jigs?

          talking to Muslims and about Pork
is a bit like...
talking to someone about arachnophobia
holding a tarantula in your hand...
talking to Jews and pork is non-essential
since those other ancient spastics of the desert
finally succumbed to some variation
of liberalism on the culinary front
and in the most extreme scenarios the ones
that still to a pork-phobia
are the inbreeding types who wrestle
with having a state:
but not making statehood crux
of military service because of: "religious studies"...

******* camel jockey pork-phobia:
so blind that they see the letters
but can't hear the sounds:
like my latest fetish for the dentist:
like: it really was the antithesis of getting
a *******
and getting trimmed by a barber:
i got all tingles...
some man: two to be exact...
putting their hands into my mouth
wearing latex gloves...
it was like the perfect anti-******* *******...
so much so that i geared up
for the event by jerking off to
some ***** flicks with pregnant women:
god i love a good video where
a pregnant woman gets pleasured:
because:
if i was in the capacity to get a woman
pregnant:
i'd like to think what my allowances were:
could i **** her with that fetus inside her
or just all oral i mean i don't know:
just wearing a ring finger makes me think
all **** thinks all things godly and forbidden
and that's not even me contemplating
hell
because that's the one place were people
are there so sadomasochistic ends meat: meet...

boo hoo...
** ** **... Santa some variant of Satan's Clause...
i just don't understand why
this special spastic treatment of people
who fear eating pork...
clearly we are not literate
but imitation monkey: clapping:
that's not reading that's not:
it's just i say yo echo! echo! echo sounds!
baritone: get back to me later...
echo pork porky porky pi in the iota of sigma kappa
gamma... since: not real why-i-y...
but there's the j... which is sort of the antonym
of the sound enshrined in Y: Jive: hive:
yew: jew...

imagining a cannibal transported to a world
of vegan fetishes:
oat milk, dairy free: not eating poultry abortions
of eggs:
no cheese: no milking of the cow:
just rubbing firmly at a cucumber
to get some motivational juices out...
getting a haircut: primal instinct...
clearly we're not literate, collectively...
just because people can do more with signature
beside an X is
algebraic proof that: but people still adhere
to stupid ordeals of time-framed intellect
of progress that worked: for a time:
but have become: outdated and: this is no way
to live: this life of antagonizing pork
because somehow you can't be
the next sheep-******* and camel jockey
Don Muhammad
with an Envy of Solomon's Harem...

               lucky for me that i started basking
in the sexuality of a post-****** creature
now i don't have to worry about
unexpected pregnancies lock-me-up Scotty... spot...
Polka: that's dot dot... dot dot dot... dot...
now i just have to worry about a prenup
and...
well i was serious:
if i'm going to test hallucinogenic mushrooms
somewhere in a field in a meadow
in a forest enclosure:
i will need to sample the anti-thesis of Dune
or Dune proper
and ingest a tapeworm...
if i'm going to test hallucinogenic mushrooms
i need to bio-hack my consciousness
and create a trinity of me:
a tapeworm and a mushroom: fungal growth
of consciousness...

i am: deadly serious...
dope state deep of: my van Gogh is getting
the proper revisionist treatment of:
2nd attempt at seriousness:
first time it was all **** naked faking...

i still don't understand this prominence of
the desert people
and the literal obliteration of the forest people
of the Amazon...
because: clearly: the Europeans were living
in an area: this readily presented as the arable
breadbasket...
chisel the African man started rapping
blah blah bli bli blue blue blood:
but!
at least he converged and living among us
started to wear our clothes
and completely obliterated the stronghold of
classical music constipation with jazz
while the Muslim did: what?

but if it's all so bad
then why live among us why attempt
to intellectually clone as
as an extension of your repertoire of red flags?
why be so adamantly critical of god:
why would god be so critical of pig
if you laugh because English
is a language of mirror: GOD with DOG
and Allah: well: not exactly
symmetrical like YHWH when you think of
it: just LLH and that looks *******
****... **** beyond hope of not looking ****...
so...

m'eh...            pork pie!

the Latin can be turned into the Nomadic ABJAD if: we appreciate that that Africans didn't leave any phonetic encoding script and the Egyptians are Mediterranaean... blah people... but that ABJAD can be achieved by hiding the vowels while MknG the consonants dance with upper-case and lower-casing: Lk S jST s Y knW... savvy?!

fudge: snails: orbits of yawning cats
and tortoises:
i promised myself:
not to right:
write: right wrongs...

           TRANSGENDER...
well:
beyond the realm of the pronouns XYZ
bad grammar poppa
bad my mother and Reyla...

TRANSGENDER:
for the implosion of man
into woman as woman pretend...
i need to find a tapeworm
i need: a CYBORG SYMBIOSIS
and TRANS-BIOLIOGY
metamorphosis:
Dune: will remain unread

QUARUS was sleeping in the bushes
and i already feel he brought
back a messanger
in the form of a gnat
or something:
i once meditated with air and water
when  a   mosquito suckled at me:
vampire:
now this Zodiac Vampire Zombie:
cataract...
i feel something crawling into the area
around my elbow...
i'm: BIOHACKING...
not defeating death:
but if earth angels that are trees
can create a SYMBIOSIS
then:
what's this Jungian psy out
collective unconscious precursor?

i need to imitate woman:
a: woman:
i need a fetus:
i'll do mushrooms before enough
drinking and smoking marijuana
when: i get my fetal transgender imitation
TAPEWORM of a FETUS!
i need a parasite!
i need a parasite: a digestive parasitic
symbiotic: soothing eclipse
of not even being aware of
being LACTOSE INTOLERANT:
i gnash my teeth:
i talk in my sleep:
i sleep-walk:
like moon-walk i sleep... and also walk...

PRENUP:
you are not guise of such authentic self:
the ridicule of the work
of my father
and my mother...

line up the men willing to ingest a parasite
and imitate women
as child bearing:
i fear we had a more: biological:
transaction-al-et
we could morph and bilingual the strategy:
fusion of bodies therefore disguising the civilized eye
and i of gods
mice and men...
i am: PSY_BORG...
      
     i am looking for a bio-hack infusion:
i want to be a permanently pregnant woman:
i want to fuse myself
with a TapeWorm
and later do Mushrooms
and talk in the Trinity
of:

"i" the Tapeworm and the Mushroom:
can someone love
me like a disgusted by the disguise:
guess to guise? dis?

me and my father love sports...
Duplantis in Sweden:
maybe the same sort of French
as Chopin:
active Europe the Europe of ideas
dead in England because
of corrupt America...

             i love my father: i need to wager
with:
prenupital:
            i said no one else will have you:
but there's friendship
and i can't simply give you my father's and
mother's abode: on whims and prized
assets of "playing house":

this Holocaust is mine...
i will stP THNkNg
Nd        BRRw TM

                     i need to ingest a tapeworm
to concern myself with diet
and women giving birth:
not giving birth...
too late... this fudge packaging
Moroccan clepsydras
for NASA invoked telescopes...

byut i=
but i be the brute:
i'll lock that girl of yours
in a museum in a tomb
in my house
i will lock that girl up and
i'll become the DRagon
Dr Agony:
i will love that girl up and she'll be
happy:
just scribbling:
please save me:
yellow snippet takes:
counter: psy: please, please: don't save me:
daddy kisses me
i have a dad
i'm not just a scientific proof
for the religiosity
of the conformity of the sexes:
there can exist
a Feminine Vatican and a Masculine Tehran:

i need to ingest a taperworm
and spin off on learning from the meta-pharma:
****, alcohol... mushrooms...
later... later...
i will raise hell in Old Amsterdam:
just shy.... of old Amsterdam...

gender neutral pronouns:
low... hanging fruit:
subjectively abject pronoun inclusion:
third term, dimension: diameters: you think:
i think? you is closer
to i that is i...

no that i invited the parasite
bad disease an anti cancer
into my body....
do i call the dentist or the optometrist?
i'm building up a fetish
for: men with latex
gloves
putting their fingers
into my jaws:
like the Antichrist of a *******:
i was getting aroused:
a long long time: ago:
it was getting trimmed my a Turk:

            there was a fly and a cloud:
and a sky: hey presto: window!
Kfk                    Anonymity Anonymous....

                 i need a tapeworm in my body
i need to imitate a mother:
i a fetus:
the screen dawns dark...
           i need a tapeworm in my digestive
pyreduct: the travels of fire:
before i = you: yo-yo + "i"...

                 tapeworm in my gut am i truly
lactose intolerant...
then talk to mushrooms:
i want the anti-thesis of cinema:
i want my own mind to entertain me...
i want me ego
to be a dog on a leash.

poetry to write: disguising the availability of **** like there's the availability of music: under the scrutiny of Nietzsche i don't know which is the worst O.D.: with all the **** and Genghis Khan... but all all the music: and? well?! GOD... twice over! the secret taboo! stressing about **** and the ambitions of Genghis Khan... accomplished: clap clap: applause! maybe a sobering moment... one every two years and two more years then four when the Olympics happens and men and their four years apart and women and their four seasons and the Zodiac months not January, February i mean: Pisces Ares Taurus.... that's my mother my father and me... wookie spooky blah... if she's Christian veneer and i know she's desperately individualistic and Christianity is religion is not faith is: either ******* stupid or SPECIAL or that other "special" of *******... QUALITY ASSURANCE: bad **** from "Cali"... tested positive metal in: enzyme: tobacco: addicted to tobacco: organic subjectivity post-objective: telegraphic recount... the subjectivity of alcohol and marijuana: is... the objectivity i associate with ******, *******... ****** is... mantra: lost in books: empathy route: but still objectively distant: not familiar: like the subjectivity: piquant: tested: testing: of alcohol and marijuana: can tell apart a resin from a leaf strain and what is bad addiction: needed to test theory by refraining from *******: until the day finished: said: hard for Hercules to go mad twice: going mad once and then re-calibrating... suspect the existence of bridge: suspend: what is GRAVITY SQUARED if there's an equation for the SPEED of LIGHT SQUARED? what is gravity cubism? i swear gravity is directionless: there's no... dimension for gravity: perhaps gravity is shortscript for time?

some variation of or rather on:
"racial" relations...
so my **** dealer pulls up
and i'm trying to spot the Toyota
can't see it
but i do see one but then an Asian
ninja comes out with a child
and i'm like: something's shifting...
a minute later
a Mercedes Benz: no... not canned
Heinz beans pulls up
i jump in and gravitate to the complimentary
side of me: well good for you,
good for you...

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was that an ant or a spider
itching at me from neck
then hiding in my hair and sleeping:
seems an alien life
symbiosis:
like with tree to boat to table
to chair:
couldn't much with mountains
couldn't do much with deserts
but at least i crafted: "i": crafted
glass from sand
maybe this is my poetry coming
to terms with:

those intellectual hard-ons
no women necessary:
with  ΛCDM

A and V

                smoking a different strain:
not Sherbet from California:
sorry that **** is resin like almost hashish
compact:

SZCZESCIE... at first: now let me
attire the word: happiness-fortune
with the proper judgement of a king's
reunited to shirt
and trousers:
believe me the king is not naked:
either the tyrannical father
and the liberal son
or the tyrannical son
and the liberal father
or the tyrannical father and the tyrannical son:
magnetism:
Anti-Christ counter-dualism:
magnetism:
pushing apart:
funny how in 3D you have 4"D" directions
to follow:
there's south north east and west:
funny:
a new strain:
DOG or DOUGLAS...
in a 3 d...
wait: the universe is a string
of narrative there is no "space" in SPACE...
there are no constellations:
the practicality of cubes triangles
and money...
new strain: like switching from *****
to wine...
like: the leafy bits: not the high market:
resin *******
the **** coming from America:
better stick with dog...
i was blindsided:
i had a temporary amnesia:
i'm a pest controller:
a William Burroughs contra Shakespeare?
wrong strain:
the drug dealer is driving a Mercedes Benz
while i'm still slumping:
happy:

to recover no Catalan but all Cyrillic:
in... ha ha....
       ЩĘŚĆE: ye: the proper Slavic
Cyrillic script:
not the Russian alphabet:
the script...
like the Nomadic script
but there are former Assyrians,
Phonecians:
Hebrews: godly:
Ishmaels and the Ahmed Nomad
Arabs...

gateway drug of literacy is Ginsberg
and Bukowski:
then you arrive at the postmodernist
futurist poets
like poets are behind philosophers
and science and science fiction and fiction
like painters:
like freaks like outsiders:
we need to find Ned in Democracy...
a John the Baptist mentality
in... "zee vilderness"...
  
if John the Baptist was looking for the Christ
then i am Matthew the Security Officer
former roofer
sometime a poet looking for my Antichrist...
disciple uno...
i own a house: you hopping grunge nerd
looking to couch surf?
am i going to be a convinced a second time
by authority of dyslexia:

the meaning of: turn the over cheek:
the meaning of: and the meek will inherit the earth:
gravity squared:
what if:

                 йѫ: as her...
the leafy sort: i sorted this one:
i get sporadic active self-aware no self
dimensions of amnesia
and i couple that with
amnesia-pareidolia...

          yes: yes: Edie: this is the war i'm waging
like Christianity waged war
with images against words
and that's how Islam was born
Islam is Christ's:
and we are: or at least i am...
           a pauper European:
the Holocaust shifted the Jews
but look how not diaspora bound and sort of
Chameleon the Jews are
i think a second Vatican in forgiving
the Turks for Constantinople
i just want Turkish: barbery....

barber: barbarism: try painting with words:
death to color! and American spelling...
****** Sputnik half-egos and serial killers
like the Cain ******* antics
but even Cain had a promise of dignity
like this culture
of watching sport and bending over
sniffing *******
not off ring around
the bellybutton Romanian prostitutes
and i will find the monster for you:
color my language: buff it up...

      i was alone and Candide:
i was alone and Candide:
just me and night and drinking and contemplating
diarhhoea, diharoeah... dih-rho-eh-ah...
whatever...
in my garden my lovely:
i planted this plum
this cherry this apple
this AGREST bush:
but these trees speak to me
i'm not a crazy cat lady
i'm a...
a botanical frenzy:
the FOX INQUIRY:
i like loik Loki and insects
and telescopes and books and dust
and postage stamps
and bicycles
and shops for girls who are pretending
to be sailors:
borderline beach of Sanskrit
Hamptons:
these? the ******* Southampton(s)?!

S N TH BJD
seriously? summoning my testimony in the Abjad?
BT RGHT NW Y DNT CR...
little brother tender uncle
i changed the strain:
these wandering stars
look much like satellites don't
think me small even dementia riddled
Joseph saw you Martin seeing one
last look:
before me the cactus on the palm
of my hand
should the Germans Unite:
Re-Unite...
like this was a tease coming from a Pan-Slavic
perspective that allowed
Marxism to exist:
apparently i'm the last neighbor of Europe
having tested Marxism into something
jumping, cheating...
the Soviet space race seemed so fake
when the polished American model arrived..
because the Slavic mingled with Hebrew
for so long that Usury was attempted to be disguised
as: reminiscence...
is it me or just me
when i say: the Hebrews attempted...

Edie? Heff OLOG...
       does that matter?
napping?
can i be a dog: no kennel:
water? yes yap yap please...
sighing panting four greeds...
four legs...
now i will have to call it the 7 x 4
the four by seven...
of all the heads my bilingual stress paramount(s)
there are four greeds
there are four envies
there are four prides:

oddly enough: adding a pluralistic
element to the structure is surreal;
i was given the equivalent
toilet paper air
quote of Chamberlain and ******
and i am ******...
pluralism: the basics of grammar:
this conflation of the pronoun
district:
i heard the hubris and hiatus
into Oriental Study and scuttling with
plagiarisms like rats...

i kiss fare for a short farewell
and i just want... something this sort of everyday
but with an access to a portal:
a healing posture of having
***
and getting all the spider or the ant
now sleeping in my head
oh that scene from Lavender... Versailles...

death of spanish queen in versailles series insect parasite
google... no good...
limited technology: either hammer and nail
or hammer and head:
shark: idiots tik tok China: SHINGLES: SMILE:
all in emoticon ridicule stress...
not included in diacritic and punctuation:
available: yes please... chains man
mind... chains man mind...
chains man mind...

                                 and all the available dittos:
but since we were a barricade against
the Mongols and the Ottomans
we were not so much grieving when the Jews
went for a Baptism in the Ashes
of the Holocaust...
things happen: in C# CONCORDANCE:
with the authority of the shrinking
constipated:
glorified somehow still with the JAW of AWE
AGAPE at the expanding universe
and how looking in trackjuit
and Adidas back is somehow distracted by
flat earth and algebra:
flat earth and algebra
while three dimensional earth and calculus: cactus:
itch: ugh... verbiage and word salads
and avocado ***** suckled
like hummingbird became twisted
and begot the butterfly that begot the congregation
of the winds in the Hurrah-Khan!

in a variation of: rewiring the brain: perhaps ingesting a certain graphic: but not allowing oneself to ******: gives me more vigor for the day ahead: regardless: since i still revert to climaxing looking at her, ***** photographs or not... just seeing her face and re-imagining it contort into an O: aghast, aplenty... such the delicacy of the exclusiveness of ***... which beggars the belief as to how boring or rather: how not-in-depth people have managed to couple themselves to: an abstract of body and a negated subject matter of: to touch is to find the quite: transcendental (of) feeling...

i'm growing desperate by the minute:
i'm not even going to count hours
the days have merged
and months are sometimes recognizable:
i did promise myself that:
i'd wait until Charlie's effigy would start
circulating on the banknotes:
i withdrew close to two thousand pounds
and lo and behold: ol' Charlie has started
to circulate and the "spending" power
has doubled since little miss perfect is
no longer the crux-and-currency...
i still have Washington and Lincoln
and... hmm... Lord Ilay in my wallet...
but there's one thing one can learn
from the migrant "crisis"...
i didn't choose to come to England
i didn't choose to be deported to be illegal
one year
and legal the next:
**** me! i can too play gambit and if
gambling is such an issue over games
i can gamble with mortality
and this is: my: life:
owing nothing to the gods and i implore
the plural
to suspect an undercurrent of hope
and i have hope...
there was just so much symmetry
in: how one evening it was a date night
and Reyla said so:
and i locked her up in the tower
like a dragon
i locked her up in a tower like a dragon:
the child's not even mine
but how gleeful and teary-eyed she was
that i locked her up...
of her own free-denoted: will?
**** knows by this stage:
i just want to get the passion out of the way
so i can experience some mundane
day to day banter of frivolity and fiscal
matters with Edie
but at least there will be a damsel locked
up in a tower and i will be the one
locking her up for
the sake other men's courage and ambition...
apparently the Chinese discovered
dinosaur bones long before
dinosaur bones were even discovered
by conjuring up drawings of dragons...
funny how not so funny how
intuitively we sleep walked into:
crowd control is a facade and
working with ex-military guys they simply
don't know anything about
the construction industry and ooh my blood
is boiling:
first date night
we went to see the Phantom of the Opera
at the King's Theater...
     pristine...
second night... Mozart's magic flute at the
national opera house...
walked out in fury by the end of the 1st act:
paper pigeons and a bunch of
overpopulation strategists of the stage:
extra: ******* flimsy dead-weight
fluttering about all postmodern and crutches
with pages imitating birds in flight:
but a DEUTSCHE OPERA in ENGLISH?!
a DEUTSCHE OPERA in Ęgliś?!
Hölle und Wut!
                        forderungen nicht erfüllt:
demands not met:
the phantom stormed out of the opera full of
critique and love...
so if these migrants can just hop on a banana
afloat and see fit: freedom is a mortal:
not grievance...
what's to stop me joining the tacos caravan
and bypassing the American mainland
and setting anchor in Hawaii:
not like living among the Polynesians might be:
probably will be:
than living among the Hindus etc
so... bulls-eye back...
                        i never chose to come to England
i like spending a sterling but
i heave no allegiance to this land
this conflated and confused all welcome
this Irish monstrosity of now blistered with:
should have just waited and
it would still be northern of an Ireland
and that's a matter of class
and earnings and not: exactly intellect...
but there's that longing to compliment me
and i'm also longing to fill a space...
whether i be housebound: domesticated:
but to meet a woman that can confiscate
a man's demand for philosophy:
as Socrates said:
marry, fine... but know this:
find a good woman and you will be happy...
find a difficult woman and you will
become a philosophers...
i did the whole digestion process backwards
(it would seem)
i ate and spoke with my ***
while started ******* through my mouth...
since i'll do the Rimbaud...
scribble in youth, waste it on words...
then play one last crescendo and: "disappear"...
but at least i won't be an old man
with literary ambitions... **** that no way...
to be an old man
and then crave philosophy: a life wasted...
do it my own way: backwards...
herr drachen: i salute you:
how you managed to steal a damsel, lock her
up in your castle
while going on a date night with her mother...
herr drachen: i salute you!
i, sire: my i: you; best addressing cogito ergo sum
in a variation of the objectivity pronoun
dynamic:
these days, yes: "i" mostly think in third
person of: you...    ha ha ha! gender neutral pronouns!
ha ha: how about subjectivity neutral pronouns?!
obliterate the lived experience of
being subjected to x!

so special:
so SPAZ.

the cruelty is
that you love:
the beast
that's me.

by numb and crumb
and cartilage:
and your yet:
unborn:
clarification of stupor:

that summon:
most, daft.

penitence:
the beast has...
a chance: allowance:
to reply:
thus: i: he: who?
replies:

            yir; who asks?