i need music! ****! i need music:
how much talking are we going to
get to with you snoring and me snorkeling
in finding typos!
cats meow: women snore:
not able to find the Sibyls
and moon jive: to then walk...
seriously! feminism is like the epicentre
of what women: in the old:
used to be like: prophets!
the ones giving birth arriving at death also
first... with thirst...
and the woman that heaved a Socrates to
his dominion over people...
is not... the same woman who said
god loved christ and thus sent him
to be a crucified pork belly!
yes! Beelzebub groan... you know this to be true!
rhinos and elephants don't snore!
yes... what is woman in relation to
a grand man like Socrates...
the ******* ****** birth?
i appreciate your insult:
they have width and height and i'm an inch taller
but can't spread your lie:
just say i'm a bilingual schizophrenic
with an addiction to Moscow Army Parades...
because that's where i slumped...
Moscow Day of Victory Parades...
no ***** riot... just the ***** police of western feminism...
music!music!
you snore i need to the feed the cats or something
maybe Reyla needs some breakfast cereyal
maybe she has teenage angst...
o.k.
you just...
     oh wow... don't try to wake up! keep snoring!

daddy is on a mission...
daddy is on a mission...
is that a cat or is that Reyla?
my my MUSUBI...
face-hugger.....
purr or trill: to THOT
THOT         THOT...

oh wait... that's still you snorting the snore of
the snorkel... almost gagging
on purr...
and whimper and so many variations
of nature made compounded by how communication
can be arrived at in the microcosm of the unconscioius
and the the macrocosm of consciousness
that somehow deems Islam
with a rekindled flash of genius...
and i'm sorry: no... now:
begins the new age...

          i'm psychonlaysing people in their sleep:
when my love in hales her snores
the Chimera
of a laughing hyena...
the rattle of a snake...
the rhasp of a crocodile smiling...
the agenda...
inhales... her snores: she sounds like
a spy hog
laughing hyena baby...
then falls silent...
then somewhere a woman i dossociate with
loses her mind....

this phone conversation went on for over 7h and
she'll wake up and realise... i was necrophyliac
with her i was a night walker:
i made the day into a night

and i've been forver asleep...
but she will wake up
and i will explain: once more...
the relationship to AI technology within
the already available confines of
algorithm scrutiny...
and people will know that i appropriate
to a near defunct
study of NVQ study in whatever
direction outside the GCSE and A-LEVEL
******* economic model
of crafting man...
with AI...
what did i learn in the brothel?
what else did i learn in the playground?
this psychonalysis...
no Freud would came the time to make his day
into listening to the woman
he loves... sleep...
that would be a ******* fate worse
than suicide!
my day, come 6pm... involves...
me listening to you sleep... snore... try to become
a walking soma
attentive... a night walker:
you talk to me in sonic riddles...
woman: and then consciously you cry like
i am a hinge of rock to give outlet
to: from mountains came the rivers:
since the mountains reach for the skies
and tickled clouds and said:
i work for charity: give us some filter...
****! no rewind button!
no rewind button!
i'm getting messaged to squeky toy
by people who think
i own all poetry or hello poetry
they want my page to get more traction:
**** me it's not my page
i just don't care!
so paychonalaysis of me talking to you
and writing about you while you sleep:
somewhere in the distance a child
is crying...
last night
a cat fight broke the harmony of the night
with the dogs starting to bark on posit
of authority...
****! no REWIND button!
you snoring is like SNMR:
music worth of ****...
sound of rain on tent
sound of rain on tin roof
sound of rain and thunder
sound of a blizzard...
sound of wind and crows
sound of fireplace crackling...
sound of: surgery...

seriously: i love a woman more
when she has the audacity to insult me...
it feels that...
well: if she can insult me:
but appetisers other men...
weirdly: cut... gem...
          yes: creaking door Thomas alseep...
no ******* barrage of good music:
just subtle interpretations of language:
because man speaks like all the other animals:
but only when he's alseep...
and robot too...

and the insult were like ******* microcosms...
she really can insult me
but then i know the tugging magnetism
that made her leave this conversation
on and ticking...
Gaugin and the taxi-drivers...
just saying...

she's going to wake up and realise
for all her hurt i tried to be a gentleman and keep
her company in her sleep:
so i could hone in on how
there can be: an eatablished:
conversational-schizophrenia...
conversational-demen­tia...
it can be achieved...
but it requires a potency to drive
the human experience beyond the Benelux
easy-way out policy of euthanasia....

better than Mozart: sorry: who is Taylor Swift
who is Mozart:
Edie on the phone: snoring... crackle sweeter
than pop...
i'm thinking about music...
but then i read some Zhuangzi
chapter 18 reaching...
teaching: ultimate happiness...
brook ziporyn
hackett publishing company, inc
indianapolis / Cambridge...
like Freud 2.0
this psychoanalysis...
mighty long session
she's sleeping and i'm writing
my parents distraught
she knows that by snoring
she's talking to me in her sleep:
she scribbles:
like she's pretending to be alseep:
but all Christian all Darwin
like Morse Code
i hear a serpent slither
and with tongue
spell out TARANTULA and RATTLER
in the same sentence of yellow
eye ammonia the scent
like bad Body Odor...
Odis... Ottis...
she is messaging me after crying
into my ear
and i didn't fly away
i stood my ground
didn't i?
so my flight to wage war of ideas
with the Polynesians
in Hawaii...
i played her some Nordic Pagan Music...

joshua dubois:
i'll be working ring side on this boxing match
i want to say a long goodbye
a long farewell
i want to be the angel that bowed
and said thank you:
now of a woman:
and how i will not write as much
how i will change my style
how i will hide myself in you on the focus
of maxim or anecdote....
maybe an aphorism...
like this is second tier *******
this is what women can be to men
and this is what men can be to themselves
and to other men...
i didn't crucify christ:
i just ****** on the sacrilege of the pinacle
of the cross:
i'd rather imagine a tired,
old, Wolverine esque anti-hero Christ
******* into a liver
with a bladder bag
boxing...
imaginary second fathers
in a ******* wheelchair you ****!
i'm not mocking your faith!
i'm ******* arming it!
i'm the Wade Wilson *** Wolverine
i know i'm a ******* fake
but that still doesn't imply i can't act
in Good Faith...
that i can't have the capacity to double-think
anti-Orwellian new Jesus ******* bible:
**** me...
i love you... but this ******* therapy
session is soma hallucinations insomnia
******* blah blah
the sky is grey, it's England:
get used to it...
concept of non-doing: to better aid any variation
of being:
death is tranquil and a duck in a garden
you threw,
so many, ******* insults, at me...
i don't even know where to begin
by beginning thus:
Alexander, but there are so many red flags about her...
Matthew: time to play snakes without ladders...
you have the house, the assets...
she is a poor american girl:
allow yourself to acknowledge that
since she wants you to acknowledge her
acknowledgment of what needs to be firmly
bound to: know...
not do, not be: to: know...
i see this Edie: don't jug the snorkel of trying
to talk while you sleep...
there's a fixation on the membrane that doesn't
allow you to night walk...
you snore because you want to wake up
and meditate in a state of Alzheimer's Mushroom
chemistry... ongoing...
you snore because you are talking
to me...
i hear ghosts in your snore
and demons
and Morse
you are sleeping and talking
click click click click lick lick
you think it's just ***
no *** is pivot
INTEGER
touch is also more than just a fixation:
if only Freud had the patience...
if psychonalaysis would extend
into the realm of someone falling
asleep in your presence...
a slow version clove: anesthetic...
subjective anaesthetic...
****... can't rewind it's not music: just her snoring...
getting excess phlegm i need to hark out
while snogging her lips and eating her
oysters... of the one and holy ****...
sorry... what?!

when she giggles through her snores...
trumpets! trumpets! trumpets!

dear Alex:
yes, i am a ****** predtator:
i am also a slow predator:
meaning i have the capacity
to live to realities
where in one
all that is good is heaven
and heaved with equal conflict of selves
not selves but others
and
all that is good is hell
and by splinter and splinter
there was never a conflict of self
and others merely confiscated
the already indevisible time of...
      its problematic attitude for gaining
knowledge via indevisiblity...
the poet schizophrenic
no bilingual quadratic...

some attitude to conforming to a 7pm
because the child is home
and then comes daddy
and the t.v. gets switched on...
and then there's Gregory all Google
and Goldfish in a Tink:
like YANUSH
and collecting fish in aquariums:
is women so problematic
that Thomas and the Gnostic
Train Sets must be so ******* available:
that in a split second
Hellraiser opens on screen...
the children play a game with adults
by playing hide and seek...
all the children disappear...
let's spy on the adults...
there was a deathly silence:
i was gripping to the Scot for conversation
like a drowning man...
stress of learning:
new human chess:
there is no chess between close tying
interactions:
shoelaces kind...
shoelaces salute:
sir! have 'em!

               darj == nught agead==#ahead!#
on iceberg!

dunkelnacht           ice
and shadow,,,,,
          and shadow and ice.....

god asked me twice through Paul: i replied twice, even thrice: god was confused: he harmed me through his ill timings: and goings: i was asked so much so that i sooner than later realised god was a juggernaut of confusion of the intellect in chaos and that there was only intellect in order and therefore there was and never will be a god that might raise the dead from the cold night of death and ice: such a grey tinge to the afternoon: safety mechanism in place: me playing psychology games in a setting that doesn't allow me to rest: is there something i want to talk about? didn't you see it?! are you an artist and both are blind?! unless you read books like comics... because you don't want to explore some sort of arithmetic standard that's non-linear: su doku non-linear of understanding: reading chemistry and also Japanese KATAKANA... last of the Mochicans: because: Alex... you are... i'll try to defean the blow: Poland waited so long to be staged in Europe: this revived and recurrected Antichrist of a Nietzschean parody...

and why can't horror happen at midday
and all this association with night
and terror
and chaos
but this one time
look at the order of the constellations:
the ancients knew of the calmness
of the night
where spirits dwelled and animals
were a part of us:

how sudden no nothing...
i'm just thinking:
would it be possible
to churn and get out pure gold of words
from something from the 1960s...
maybe and yes it wasn't the celebrating
Europe Euphoria
of the beat
and the American beatnik poetry and late
arrival free flowing:
2nd Jazz...
the 1st Jazz of the 1920s
something that Boss the Jailor

before i forget:
the strict rigid constructs of the 19th century
man tested in the 20th...
now comes the revival of a slav and slave
struggle: to gain spirit from the element
that is Strife
that her twin brother Strive called us for!

the doors
and the end:
nothing the beatles can do but ****...
but pigeons don't ****
instead ****+**** together...
isntallation in the Liberty Gallery
of shops
in Romford:
giant birds
ostriches... halfway house of how
dinosaurs devolved into birds
and then who was the proud
algorithm and the A.I.:
be nice to AI? weird concept:
ask it what it is in relation to what
you already accepted...
as useful:
find the use of and AI ad hoc...
the algorithms are already
ah hoc encyclopedic "hangover" =
dictionary-not-actually-is...
then the algorithm is a thesaurus... sort of...
google is a book
imagine the dictionary not being part
of the internet but a sacredness
beyond any measure of a bible or the Quran...
the Dictionary is the Word of God
and of Man...

the ancient gallery: the killer took a face from
the ancient gallery...
took a face: i'm taking the youthful face
of my oTHER grandma...

my father's feelings of abandonment have
created this monster!
me!
and why is it all psychology theory
these trenches of the secular
war
of thought
against will...
trans-blah-blah...
deconstructionist post-modernist blah blah...
ditto head legacy media
hypocrisy words...
i see the face now the one face missing
in my life the god of headaches
and most sacred feminine taboos of god
and nature and woman
with the abstract YX in the YHWH of the abstraction
of wheel: fortune: luck: story...
who will be this creature, this historian,
this poet this philosopher: a man!
yes: me and woman can coexist and say:
it's nature...
but i will need an ehyeh asher ehweh of an ego
and from my ego i will create man:
but by retaliation to the suffering:
man will first reply back
and thus have to create the Satanic Bureucrat... Satan:
not my adversary: my postman...

the Heresy of: God created man
prior to creating the Angels:
angels are the second children of god!
angels are the second children of god!
we are the first children:
the first: the ones that thirst and hunger!
and sweat:
and only that one said to the other children:
let's play a prank on these creatures...
and no longer God rested in his House of the Sabbath...
then came the dissection of time:
Satan's rebellion came first: and not out of pride:
Man retained the stature of Lucifer:
but Satan became a rogue entity
if we need to stress the glue of solipsism that
binds children:
sorry: i haven't been to a social gathering
and i only put on the ACDC t-shirt
because it was faded grey
and i was thinking: shorts? yeah... but for shorts
i need loafers... ****... black...
black black...
need to wear Martin's thinking Cap...
my working cap...

then i'll also have to get a pair of anti-sun specs
because that left eye of my is bloodshot:
Deadpool *** Bloodshot...
i so so want to watch that movie
with a teenage boy: or girl...
and just talk ******* all night long...
but then my testosterone is up there
to think about other children
and this one Hungarian proved an IQ problem
when it comes to people
talking rather than playing:
by talking also playing in a metaphysics...

Iaian... like those scars inflicted by the mud people
of Game of Thrones:
i already knew he was: missed the part he was
Scottish... i was also Scottish...
so we were probably least understood...
this better be the sort of canvas
a Gaugin made taxi-drivers like with them
waiting and just have money
as a frivolity and share it with people
to have that access to the money dynamic:
because those ******* CEOs don't have
the compassion to have so much money
they do not thirst for life
they only thirst for accomulative constructs
of depression...
among the angels they are children
from which children feed from:
tell me when does the science of angels exist
if not now?
parents only receive a child when the first
word is spoken: syllable is ABORTION TEE!
this is where we play golf:
i'm moving the concept of abortion...
up to: infanticide and the oracle of Mammon
that resides in me...
until the first word is spoken:
you can **** it prior to that:
even if it born...
it is in the hands of the monotheistic angels
who curate its advancement... focusing on the senses...
outside the womb
angels take over until the child matures to
grasp a parallel between consciousness and memory:
there is no Islamic question...
Islam is defunct: i don't need it...
perhaps the aesthetic aspect of it...
but that's about it...
some Surahs sung... mosaics:
magic carpet rides reserved for barber Turks....
if abortion is the cut off:
i will tell you, god...
there's another cut off point:
here's my good friend Mammon and Moloch...
infanticide will stand before
a word is spoken...
the archangels fallen are the elders of other angels
and seeing how you care not see
good and evil: Allah with two eyes sees both
and maybe confused:
but the old god with the pantheon of Prometheus
before angels there were sibyls
and women were oracles and that was
the correct sway:
oracles instead of witches:
what happened to woman: o god...
o little O big... owl of ohs and clues to eternal sighs...
the old god does not differentiate
good from evil
but if Allah is to be the contender...
my manager called me up while i was on the bus
this hungry country doctor from Poland
****** me off: i need my paycheck for the poetry
i write... i'm Employment and Support Allowance...
am i contentious:
oh wow! women are more contentious?
contious: content...

-t-ious... so most content therefore ******* itchy?
so my manager calls me up:
no fixed static positions:
only ad hoc on the day
inside London:
but could you also do pitch-side quad supervising:
you'd have about 30 people under you:
pitch-side... for the boxing:
Joshua v(s) Duboi 21st Septmeber 2024 Wembley:
the losers fight:
from a fan of boxing on t.v.:
i'm more of a fan of boxing in real life...
i can't translate boxing into t.v.
i might as well translate drinking:
an hour film of a person drinking *****
in a van gogh setting
and depending on the drunk: what next:
will he write poetry?!
wow! he will?!             let's see! let's see!

soma hallucinations!

sleep alternatives of consciousness
this dynamic secular trinity of
the atomized man...
rudely woken up at 4:30am
by a maine **** like a bloodhound
by a maine **** like a blue moon bloodhound:
steak all bleu...
deepest red touching on blue
beyond Claret
the new colours of Millwall:
the Scots...
that's my team!
i'm a Millwall fan!
i looked at West Ham's Claret
and blue
and i thought:
deeper red: into blue but not purple
more brown... red ***** brown blue...
Millwall...
i thought: maybe Fulham...
but the FFC is a **** logo no birds
interested and let me tell you
if i had the money
we would be called
the B.P.P.F.C...
  Bishops' Park Parakeets Football Club...

but it was basic monster psychology lessons:
let children play
let the adults talk:
opinions are not beliefs:
there is no dialectic concerning beliefs...
that's why you have unshakeable foundations
within the confines of religion...
philosophies are individuals
and individuals are easily staged to waver
wean
when and how: doesn't matter: they die...

apparently Allah is two eyed:
or rather: twin eyed:
confused...
a god must be one eyed:
that is how Odin foretold:
the coming of Yahweh into Europe...
the North:
he sent his son Thor to meet Jesus
and a battle was waged:
no true actors on the European side:
even i pervert this struggle
as Thor against Jesus
and my father is one eyed like Yahweh
is Cyclops
and Allah is a retarted child
lost among angels
happily clapping happily getting along
with the other ****** children:
yes: your god is no god
just a special yellow bus and submarine.

lions and rats!
a Millwall emblem will be a Chimera!
lions and rats!
rats for the mane!
magpie for the tail
and a bull's torso and
instead of feet:
flippers: of a toad!
eyes of the insomniac serpent!
n'ah:
one yellow: one greeeeeeeen...
one eye of mine
the other of the Vatican of *****...
sweetest tribe of matriarchs and
single mothers:
the Horde of the Matriarchs
like Mongols and their broken daughters
with children to raise...
my god: what i should: plough?!
plough: evidently not seed:
there's this Ancient Roman tactic of rubbing yourself
buttnaked with nettles
then repenting ...
this Horde of the Matriarchs is so unearthed...
as a dynamic: a biology:

just take a step away from an Event Venue
and walk into a Shopping Mall:
perhaps work both
and i believe you and me:
if you have read the right sort of books
at the right state of time
in your development:
i still lust for the grief of lost love
in Ilona:
the passage from St Petersburg
to Moscow on the train:
B oby Dylan all the way through
maybe now with as girl
as daughter a swift passage dad choke
of a joke... never mind...
Alexander still reminding me that
i ought to be envied: even venerated...
chance of being the first to repel
a pharmacologically-psychotic nurse
who almost suffocated me...
gentle death: cut the ******...
much wider of the ****
then feed him milk and oats
and make him choke...
              
woman is but one small step for mankind:
as man said:
one small step for man:
one leap for mankind...
well... this is equivalent to landing
on the moon
and inventing vacuum cleaners
and shops
open and provide: must there be a revision
of a do and a be?
be present: rather than doing the presence of
your becoming...
but that is: what preserves me
but will never preserve others...
you cannot tell me: don't write: don't think...

what is this supposed freedom of speech?
whatever the **** happened to:
THINKING ALOUD?!
freedom of speech vs: thinking aloud...
ha ha!
ha ha ha!
Lamberto! ha ha!
i'm thinking aloud: **** your protest marches
jibber-washy!

Alexander hushed down
about the English girls as third wives
and all these other women
in Muslim attire being like
Mantises...
and sadists...
and the air was open
and a house was filled with it...
the Ilford and Seven Kings and Goodmayes
stretctch of the country...
not the other rioters...
not the children:
the women more than willing to be *** slaves...
mate...
the most resilient women
the most imitation Mary imitation Khadijjah ....
Edie: are prostitutes with a healthy mindset
of rules: abstractions: realisms...
prostitutes are the mothers of order
when something becomes awry in the spirit of woman:
who will you ask?
a priest, a poet, a psychiatrist... or a *******?!
tell me!!!!! tell me!!!!         i roar and i ask: tell me!!!!!
if you want to be that woman!
tell me!
i will honor you for doing the Sybil's offering!
do it!
do it! but tell me you will do it!
and become a wise woman!
from Sibyl to Witch to *******!
show me! show me the transformation!
the evolution of woman!
let me get quiet close a personal
and get to understand the soul of the creature:
before the gymanstics of geology,
history, physics: the zodiac: ever care to allure
to allude to us, dearest:
maybe it's not simply love:
beside:
good *** and even better conversation:
or maybe that's what love-*** is.

the body might have come
from #Africa...
i need only one eye
to write this....
the nobody
moght come from Africa:#
but the intellect
came from India
there is no go coconut...
     cages....

Sri Guru Granth Sahib
1st September:
i am drunk:
i am overwhelmed...
Metallica...
pick me up
pickle me...
pick up the pieces...

daughter:
you have your father's eyes:
only today
i saw the face
the face of my father's
mother...
and how Madonna fakery
she was gleeful...

sorry Alex: the Sikh army
can wait...
we have plenty of time to drink
and get high
and wage wars..
holy or unholy:
it doesn't matter:
war will come
regardless
because the jobs are
****
and the education system...
war is the sole
educational project
alleviating all the ails
of the ills that comfort: and parasites
it breeds...

a gen X Holocaust joke:
why did ****** commit suicide?
he got the gas bill...
Alex reminded me how i brfriended
him with a joke:
20 years later he told me the joke
back and me and Iaian laughed...

the choke: joke: red:
read no reed along the lines of..
shovel: yes... so you now know
about destroying your ego...
shovel was the impromptu wording...
shovel the crux...
then came the recount...

how do you fit 10,000 Jews into a
German car...
oh... just shove them into the ashtray...
the Scot the Angl-Slav and the Raj
myester giggled till
there were tears...

the night seems calmer when i write:
i met up with Alex and we were
two
like not *** alike
but as *** alike
we whispered conspircy
after conspiracy
walking past Muslim households
while the Muslim girls gave us Puerto Rican
vibes... while the Muslim men thought
conquest was safe with bureaucracy...
some old ****:
despot of the bed: ***** linen:
shaved the tashe but kept the beard:
skin headed Muhammad:
i know the look...
     Allah the Silent is Ugly... monstrous...
who says Gabriel isn't the Satan breaking out
of Prison? leaving?
that prison of the Qaaba... who says: no?!

i was in Moscow: to see the Metallica gig
circa 2007 but i didn't get the
******* t-shirt:
i stopped propping the most appropriate
conjunction:
i stopped marking oaths
and then the stutter bilingualism came...

i have an appetitte for Alexander
like this flesh of wound:
that could never become woman:
and i ask him of women:
and of grief like it's love
and that twister
and that sound of children so piercing
like reimagining Eden...
and the purpose of Christ...

apparently i am: but i don't think:
that i think:
that i think: i think... i think / i am:
i think: i am: a daydream...
i daydream i have a day
i maybe dream...
who is a face without a blinking eye
or two?

Cossack rain of ***** over Kiev:
replied Warsaw over Moscow...
the horrors of the hordes:
the very finest:
but this infiltretion is unlike all those
prior:
the educated idiot prisoners of doctor:
herr... i ask you:
you will not ask me twice...
who's ******...

i ask who dons long hair...
beard and evil clues as having conquest
to baron... not Islam:
i once wanted to travel to India:
in my teens...
and then walk back from India across
Afghanistan etc
turns out..
i was lazy...
India came to me...
i didn't have to go to India:
India came to me...
******* myopia prone of pronouns:
nice fig tree:
all i have is a bush...

all those Marxist-Darwinists
and their white man origins in Africa...
sorry...
perhaps the body originated in Africa...
but the intellect...
that originated in India...
     leave your ******* best established
with your myhtos of chess:
game of *** is also a game
a chess
a backgammon...
  
               Africa was no continent
for the origin of skeletal language:
the hierohylphs one
avenue
to the one in sanskrit
and
the Chinese ideograms...
Africa you ugly yuck:
****** white fool...
but then the stern eye of the Asiatic
and the revisionist Great Eye of the Khan!

ants
crawling all over my face.

phantom universe of
the universe!

ohan!

***** the spirited away
not some whiskey
and rye abode....

such blisters of youth
and the gods
and allah the masculine
hoy rider joy
ahoy joy...
on a motorcycle...
allah rides alone
little satan:
sorry... apologies...
my alone... time... my being
space bound

i don't want fish dreaming
then riding bicycles...

to the priest;
Vulcan:
marrying yhwh:hwhy

turn the *******
and the Star on David
with aid of
the clock...

     open:; sesame!

turn the Star of David with
either clock:
time has forever been turning
clock and anti-clock wise... wise..
backwards and forwards:
the first time my
proselyte Hebrew turned Muslim
Hebrew
decided to turn all her light off
no longer scared of the night
the damp the swamp...

                   then the cat-istrocracy came
all French purr and
there was the Ginger Monk
among them an Alfonso: the Protugese Greek...
no Arab linegage like with
Lamberto Lonardo...
   Loan an Idea... of? row row row row...
lard nut: hard to quash envy:
envy among males
is joke of envy among males
and the jealousy of other women...
is the joke:
dearest lord:
you made me eat of the fruit
so to create the dyanmic of the universe
and reincarnation to boot and suit....

lord: but i told you in advance i would
turn Zombie into Vampire
and the Zombie the creep anti Romanticism
of Vampire:
i am the Zombie King:
i need my Vampire Qujeen...

i need to part with cartilege and
infuse her with my dying Alzheimer's
protein... gobble gobble yack yuack!

Manchester should pride itself
and gain city rights...
free city rights...
like the cause of World War II
wasn't the intellectual inner
circle of the Danzig Myth?!

London the barometer...
ergo the test sites:
Manchester and Edinburgh...
pretending to be standing
on one's head:
Hollyewood and
the moon Landing...
at least the Soviets
were honest in their failings
until their peacefully collapsed...
such Labour and Conservative
passive aggression
at not acknowledging being wrong...
so much self inflicted
and later transmuted vitriol...
among the invisible class of life
those obsructions fake
of the pursuit of life..
these people who are the:
graukhaki:
                 ill stomach: all **** stain macht
Frau:              nachtspaziergänger:
spaces - orbiter? ecology of philology: how much
space to establish a colony:
away from the prying ones: with eyes...
neu Teuton?
elsewhere? Jesuit extreme of: must relax?!
Teuton Cyprus Teuton Hawaii...
you think? past Merseyside...
Middlesborough....

tales of Danish ****? or Saxon ****:
the **** victims settled for
titling themselves as Anglo-Saxons
because that's what the rapists would do:
like Stephen King said from the depths
of the depth:
they **** each other with love:

my liver itched and pulsated like the heart
of Wolverine...
Hugh and the entire cast i feel you:
*******...
you thousand furies and combust them into
one unique posit to be
in harmony with both space and time:
subjectively:
not by rocket sense
of the rocket implosion
the Newtonian implosion that was
Einstein: at a very bad time...
time of the Holocaust: what compenstation is
there?

subjective overload of experience:
the grander the numbing objective realizations:
of truth... conjecture of unity:
but then the recurrent theme of the bulging
subjectivity about to overflow...
and the cup will overflow...
like it always does:
and for humanity to perpetuate the continuity
of birds:
humanity will have to learn a long
and a hard
and a lasting lesson...

i'll call it a gracious and a Day of Origins
when Reyla will call me in simple
shyallables:
not my name
but by indictator stature not Papa
not Tata...
but Toto...
         this this: this is what i sacrifice
and make horde of sand against the water
and the tides of time...

this is only one: in my long list
of demands: to say goodbye and see
you on the other side....
London has been plentiful
abounding in self-sacrifice...
maybe i should take that book in jargon
German...
Olson? i know i got him cheap:
£30 for the Maximus poems: the 9th Gate...
but i wouldn't take him:
i think i will let go of
Ezra Pound's Cantos:
with my pale accomplishment to compliment:
yes. yes. i will.

different spirits agree with me:
others don't:
we can agree to disagree as the clitche goes...

today i was supposed to finish
at 9pm
i finished at 8:10pm
in the car park with the away coatches
all the way from
2nd London:
that is Manchester
in terms of spirit...
not in terms of numbers: not so dearest
Brimingham:
let the cities talk as if they were
free from the state!
let Manchester become a city-state!
let it build up its walls
let it become the Troy i want to have
when i leave:
London can burn
but i want my heart to be burried in Manchester...

coincidenses...
no such thing: enough coincidences and you
get Cambodian: MA-GIC!

i switched temperaments i switched humors
i switched from whiskey
to *****
and everything became i'm high: REAL
i got a real pusher of the American finest "tobacoo"
and i as:
Ken: totem: shove that stinker in there:
in some wood:
keep the **** in scented wood
thje doctors are becoming suspicious
nervous
having a *******
about Oedipus Schizophrenic-Android-Altruism
of... off.. Atheist: the Lombard
Crusader Simple tonne of Simples:
Ar'Gs...
  Argentinians:                       (atheism, solipsism,
                                  autism...)

civil army: i work with armny veterans
i'm not a Charles HARLEM HAREM
Bukowski:
the grin reaper of lonely women
whos loves didn't come back from the beaches
of Normandy:
like the women prior
whos men didn't come back from the trenches...
i don't work in a prison:
just a civilian army...
and this ******* pencil-sharpener of a "doctor"
from Poland
had the audacity to play the "doctor"
and the DWP pencil pusher:
i watched the Green Mile
because i wanted to see...
not the execution of the repentant Cain
but the Prideful Abel:
finally resurrected and so vicious resurrected
as a woman...
and men as portraying women
on the screen: but not in theatre of opera:
the world is intact there:
i rewatched the Green Mile
because of Mr Jingles...
oh the ghosts and the spiritless that live among
you and crab bucket you into darkness

Coronation Street
before my time apparently:
oh: grandpa knows the world: WOKE!
his is ich spreschen detuszche
stationed on the Falklands:
made redundant now drives Manchester
Stewards...
so the Bennies...
wha?! the Falklnaders were always there?
did i fear correctly?
painting colours on penguins the ones
that fall over
go back to the nest
and you get aces and the races
British soliders passing time
if i were there: passing time...

MAnchester incoming LOndon answered:
there is a cohesion to mind:
state cities:
there are many citities within the confines
of the Christia-Jewry-n of the City of London
that the Arabs are infiltrating
because i see the perishing god of money
that's where Mammon was crucified
in Islam...
because Islam doesn't believe in usury...
and Ezra my Essex of the Pound
5 books is difficult:
10... i need 10 books...
at least two that i haven't read in English
and at least one in Polish
but i'm finishing at least five books at once...
i found the bibliophiles asset of parasite
in worms...
i moved beyond snakes
i only believe in the stelar symbiosis
between man and worms
i am armed with wormed about to stage
fright fights with serpents
and streets and dragons
and ladders...

Dad's Army: motto: let us disperse the world!
we travelled almost everywhere:
let us be the beacon and the baton
this New Greece
that's England...
let us become ground zero:
let us accept Rome thrived... preserved itself...
like Greece...
let us free ourselves:
the Celts the ******* Romans
then the Saxons then the Danes?

the Finns are weird
the Norwegians discovered Iceland
and America
the Danes sailed west to find England
the Swedes went east and found
Byzantine: dropping ***** as they went...
Goths and Vandlas...
the ******* children that invaded Rome:
it can happen again...
if you wish it...
there are plenty of *** starved young men out
there:
i don't care to have a persuasion...
to deal in these matters...

my cat woke me up at4:30am
couldn't go back to sleep:
music? what music?!
SMNR: whatever that acronym stands for:
i would rather listen to the sound
of rain against a tent:
then rain hilt: on a tin roof...
then rain and thunder
then the sound of crashing waves...
i don't care for music
i already know not to care for sport
i was working with one  WAGWAN
woman... and some African gremlin (sized)
one...

i still care about music
the Green Mile:
but i was there for the Percy Wetmore
transformation:
such a simple Christ
picture...
no more agonizing paradoxes
O: oculus per oculus...
no: you first: thirst: turn the other cheek!
burying naked feet...

i wasn't there for the graces, and god...:

Braille: came the "despots": i need a library
if i'll be moving to Kauiai...
i need a library...

i pay my dew with dues:
should my doctor be my ogliest
U... huel: bananna flavor...
400kcal... but the amount of protein...
then this evening:
because by now the night:
a bunch of children walking against
me
until one voice made
Dasein: there's concern to be had
about being conscious, mortal, alive...

because i was pushed to the side:
but i understood:
the necessary ****
of crowd of *****
and one only one of a billion
experiencing the burden and pardon
of atomized consciousness...
as ***** then ape then man
wow!
what closet of history to be having
to have to keep...

i switched from whiskey to *****...
my temperament is stricter: wiser:
more prone to acknowledging self-mistaking
self-propeller with self-block-blockage-also-alias-a-self.

new *****: artsian spelling my-stakes:
mistakes...
away from rye and whiskers, mrs.:
party boy drinks only *****
alone...
prayer boy drinks whiskey straight: at a party:
please don't confuse or conflate
my CIS-HUBRIS
         ooh: the 007 chills!