and i know that you know
and i know that you:
know yoyo and
i you on the nth:
you know that i know
and you know that i:
you and you
wasp
no crucifix
no garden of eden
no soft and cuddly:
but you know...
and i know...
hold cold
and miserable
sriving to live
can become
almost alien
like little boys and garden
tool fetishes
for vampire brides:
grown up stories
forgo and forget...
dragons... lizards
are afraid of insects....
at least mammals are
half
in baking a lizard brain:
not afraid of fungus:
fungus and insects?
so just this crucifix...
this serpent...
this tree...
hmm...
       good christian girl...
good... goo...
             so much darkness to divulge:
it couldn't poissibly happen within
the confines of but one shadow.

nerwo bol:
pier watroby:
nie roby:
traby...
kurva pieklo
zazlenllo!
zas.. za was kurva GAZ!


jebena
przekrzydlo...
jablio
jablo blow *******
and eyes to heaven
poinsed:
as much as christ
is the little big tragedy
of the ******
then let me stage a 2nd crucifixion:
in space:
on the launch...

my two psychiatrists are:
your birthday is on the 17th September:
my work colleague
Chris
sorted me out
while i was rummaging through
my paper driving license...
i have a paper driving license...
i can send you all the proofs:
the English want me out!
they want me out of here!
they want me out of England:
they're kicking me out
with the Syrian Jihadi Brides
they want to task the American
immigration authority
concerning a Mischter Bond:
Baker Street and Liverpool Street
are my two favorite stations
the District and the Metropolitan Line
my two favorite colour:
claret and green...
i needed to weave the New Millwall into this:
claret and pine green...

first ached the liver
like Prometheus the historian
talking about pre-dinosaur times:
like finding something in
a monkey:
the death spiral that even cats fear
cats have nightmares:
if they see a man
being...
courtesan to the insects:
the birds then try to inquire
of the man
who is benevolent to insects:
and in insects the Crown of Creation...
the Kippahketer...

        if christ is X and you are X and that makes
the woman: christ **...
then help me, please, help me understand
the X of the christ to the Y of the man that
tries to relate to him:
in his little miseries and injustices:
hardly bitter:
consoling you:
then spending 7h listening to you sleep:
then i hallucinate your daughter's voice
through you breathing back
and she's playing with the radio
and fine tuning you snoring to a radio station...

of the Scots in London, Millwall:
of the Danes in London, New Millwall:
Scottish dockers unloading
ships then as couriers of the King James
Bible...
said unto the Anglo-Saxons:
a Saxony of all blue: azure: a Reconquista
of the Ancients and Rome
a litany of secrets...

       to reconquer the dead
and wake them from their slumber:
until there will be a friction with christ
because a second wake
would last more than 3 days and
this time there would be no resurrection
no harangue of hell:
what a? harangue of heaven: the heave?!
the air? and the light?

as maria the great grandmother one
who should have been a nun
that one: the first time i bit off some tooth...
and burned a burgundy rose
to the dark shade of bishopry... darkest blood
purple...
alone in the kitchen where she would
sit petulent and in deep prayer
constantly praying:
when my grandmother her daughter
called me: Ancimonek... Ancimonek...

new colours: to compete with the Hammers...
optics:
claret and pine green...
forget the Douglas
and the McCurryMurry...
    gay pride of intellect my oi! oi! oi!
oi!
Aussie Aussie Aussie! hoi hoi'n'hoi! hoi!
oar! my slavish friends!
roar! oar! roar! oar! arbeit macht frei!
arbeit macht frei! oar! wind! sails! sails! sails!
oar!

i'll make this a great tragedy:
i will craft me a mummy chamber
and the anti-cross!
i will craft me a shipwreck
in which rats she
chew...
and crawl with worms throughout
eternity if:
i am to sanctify Golgotha...
the anti Eden...
the Serpent so plastered the night before
that he was probably hangover
when he was crucified
that's why Judas betrayed him
because Jesus lost his Virginity at the Last Supper
with Judas' girlfriend...
so the Roman Soldier kindly asked
while... all guts and hanging:
soaking the sponge
with wine...
so... mate... how was it? having ***
for the first time?
well! ** ** **! my ******* ***... ** ** **...
Jordan Peterson
and New Christianity:
by my gnostic ambition for conservatism
and pagan enforced:
by the Northern Crusades:
bless this father this house and Joseph too...
why doesn't... anyone...
think... about... Joseph...
i'm anti-Catholic then!
i want the equivalent Shrine as the Catholic
Church as is to Mary
the same PROTEST UNIFIED with
the dignifying: not worshipping:
DIGNIFYING JOSEPH!

p.s. n.b.:
admire how the atheists
and evolutionists
fail to
admit to the Carboniferous and
        Permian periods...
even the theologians stopped
at serpents:
well if we are the sun that shines
out of god's *******:
why stop at dinosaurs?
why not explore what
dinosaurs feared
and said: **** it god: send at a meteor:
let us become homeless birds
make you creates cities
but get these ******* alien insects
out: make a cow to govern Beelzebub!
ugh ugh! ugh!

let's revise Darwinism with
the Carboniferous and Permian periods...
of ante- meta-history...
meta-history!
that's it!
Hiedegger was the right sort of alchemist
to structure my development of the 20s
with the antithesis of historiology:
beyond philosophy of writing:
the poetry of breathing
the poetry of seeing
the poetry of reading philosophy...
meta-histtory!
these tired humans these feeble snakes
and poor liars
forgot the horror of the reign
of the insects:
out comes only Beelzebub
there is no lizard:
no pet: at this point...
there are no serpents:
there is only the dragon
and arrogance
and pride
that contains
this darkest of hours when i befriended
the Lord of the Flies
who foretold me of 2000 years
of the Reign of the Lord Mosquitos...
who would call him Jesus Christ...
but in a period of gigantic maggot squirrels...
you think that:
the serpent came with the apple...
because...
he was not: ******* traumatized?!
by what came prior!
didn't the lizard come as a tongue
in the form of a serpent:
and said:
are not these birds beautiful?!
can you name them!
where was god?!
in the ******* Carboniferous and Permian periods!
among the insects:
the devil asked:
has not enough time passed O Lord
for you to come down and
witness and pray give justice
to my patience...
send me forth the best of your abstractions
within the confines of the imitations of men:
who you puppeteer
and then summon to jest as the high courts
of Karma... and Manna...
for there are two like Hugin and Muninn...
Karma and Manna...

imagine this hunger like trans-:
oh so trans...
this hunger like me imitating your pregnancy...
how long did that telephone call last?
i was lying in bed doing
the Zhuangzhi: nothing: non-doing
altruism: nothing is a pronoun:
gender and nothing as a pronoun?
nothing destroys gender
and your confusion:
nothing is the order of chaos
that orders inconsequential nothings
a pluralism of nothing
of little nothings to be an even more potent
nerve centre of nothing
as the self-cannibalism-god...
for the mercy of fame and outlandish
gestures
like: not managing mortality
and not trying to die old...

can't people ******* see a rock star philosopher!
seriously?!
no one can see the rock star philosophers:
at a time of the height of the Roman Empire...
and some outlaws stopped pillagining and ****** women
and sat down drank a little... blah blah...
seriously?!
the Genghis Khan of the intellectual realm:
that guy who would make us believe
that he's the origin: the i am therefore
i don't need to think...
**** me! **** me  Edie! you want me to fall for
this *******! seriously?!
rock star philsopher that could make his early
followers behave like the Mongols at the Library of Baghdad:
the Library of Alexandria...
burned: by Christians....

now go back: and reread what i just wrote:
that's not a request:
your heart was pounding through the first
reading:
i always wanted to explore the genre
of literature whereby people need
to re-read:
manual language:
no schematics: all manual language...
nothing fiction: nothing automatic:
not even poetry or philosophy and: over form
and modus operandi:
style... something essentially aromatic...
must be a sub-genre not yet investigated: proper...

the genre of writing something
so profound:
it ganers:
the reader to be implored
to: RE-READ... what they have just read.

because you love them:
the last mask of Jordan Peterson fell
off at the defence of Jesus Christ:
the glorified... hmm... incel?!
but Jesus Christ didn't die a ******...
that's why Judas
and the fruit was the labour of Magdalene.

woman is Cathritis : Catharsis...
while man is
                Euphoria.

SNMR:
listening to a woman
you love snore
and leave you
subliminlal:
messages:
like a tier above
*******
passing ******:
or...
borrowed from
t.v.
too much privacy
exposed:
but then: tenet:
anonymity:
original sin being?
no plagiarism?
the original sin is the
sin of plagiarism...

Riddy in Kaos...
so our love is too public?
like public is some sort of
happenstance of a stolen
identity?
so i'm writing about
you while you sleep:
intereupt your snoring
with zombie love covnersations:
ugh... vampires and a.i.d.s.!
euw... not ugh: you ******* *****!

laugh a little:
forget all you can muster
for the joy already kept
in harmony of
the proper measure of things:
small dosages...

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.