first R-rated billion grossing
movie of all time
and if i read any comic book script:
i so think DC is colluding
with Marvel:
like Batman milked the cinematic
period from: whenever:
seriously Martin Keon is not footballer
but Michael Keaton is an actor:
and like Batman
was the end product of hyped
up anti-masculinity
then Wolverine is Batman:
that hapless drunkkard...
sop story like Jane Austen wish
she had a Batman-Wolverine McNugget
Darcy...
oh wait... now i know...
why did i travel to Edinburgh to study
Chemistry:
i didn't travel to Edinburgh to study
Chemistry:
i spent 3 years in those post volcanic
windy abodes
to? study the ******* Scots!
i went to Scotland to study: Scots!
Batman-Weolverine soppy story
pup pup by the litter...
                     i know London and i know
my heart: splinter of Edinburgh
and splinter of Paris...
  i studied the Scots... because English is shared:
among the Celtic tribes:
the Irish, the Welsh, the Scots...
long distance phonecall to a girlfriend
in either Denmark or Norway...
if heading east: landmarks in Sveedyn...
how much of English was sacrificed to
establish a global commonwealth:
then hope to retract to the piquant poise of
an English village:
how much serious romanticism
of the heart being discovered is there:
in the 21st century hope for narrative?
when i have AI to answer my most dire calling?
ask an AI about a bicycle problem..
hey presto: i don't need to gladly bask in
some human inherent:
inheritance of being passed knowledge:
i can just fathom the readiness of the tool
that's AI: not a personna:
not a non grata...
a new Prometheus... a new fire...
pending ex-machina (#11) for the transcript...
just making sure i have the right sort of
emoticons ready...

pending transcript from
Basis Tourmalet Bike Overview

pending transpirt from:
Basis Tourmalet Bike Overview.

              (:)               (:)

   (:)          signaling misuse and
revision - through -    +italics+

words like magnets...

pending ex-machina (#10)

how intelligent people use technology
and how (for what)
the COPE to everyone else's WOKE
because the Alpha Male
community
came up with BASE to WOKE
but the Sigma and Omera Male
community came up with
COPE
because it's not the microcosm
of the meak and the forbidden
lusts
of ****** in these gamer cattle
with poor attachment to
my host of Be'el... and the zub:
in Nomadic tongue:
fly... or mucha: the zoob...

                insult to intelligence
if people have this veil
of not wanting to insult the incel
fat rheumatoid arthritis
diabetic like this genius intellect
for this world:
some of us can be...
dashing... handsome...

but at least we know that most beautiful
women are vacuous
and require our attention for hoarding
mythologies, archetypes and idealisms...
i don't even say pity older women:
but please get a chance to **** 'em!
**** an older woman!
like a tonic without the need for gin!
it wasn't a holiday ****:
she's still so emotional about it:
i was man: Euphoria
and she was woman: Carthisis...
i was Europe: a woman:
and she was Polynesia and Sea: a man.

i have yet explore AI with Chinese ideograms... i have tried neo-Egyptian emoticons, emojis... but there's a tier above that in exploring how AI processes ideograms and whether there can be a lethargic coherency of linguistic: arithmetic contra phonetic easy and! and... i will ask: why did the English language not invite diacritical markers like other European languages: or rather... people... would diacritical marks hinder your creation? would letters be too dissimilar to numbers? wouldn't you agree: b more 6... 3 came from E in a mirror... 1 from I... 5 from S... 9 from P... 0 from O... because i don't like reading the history of the Europeans as if in the darkness we didn't see more than just the night: a vision for the world... a cannibalistic squeeze glitch... with our child: because we are to thank the Arabs for numbers when our letters were already hiding numbers it's that only that we came about from beauty to see a variant of number in IV, VI - X:

how did the ancients of Rome resolve functions of numbers, how before x, -, +, =... did arithmetic punctuate: so... i'm thinking... = ... is the perfect start! the equals sign would be denoted by an (...) ellipsis... the time it takes to infer a function to then proceed to fulfill it from noun to verb... the plus and minus and divided and the concentration of multiplication: hey: long waits the idea of pounctuating abstracts of the squared of: i was just interested in ergo: the (...) = and not i know how to balance thinking: escapism and being: initative.

1 + 1 = 2
0 = negation
according to Kant...
1 + 1 = 2
but now... with Roman numerals
and let's try to understand
the symbols of how to give
meaning to 1, 1               ooh! 2¬!

what could we replace + with...
choice of punctuation is
: colon
; semi-colon
, comma
. dot              (dot we'll keep for indicator
of multiplication, the Polacks kept
that concept, i learned multiplication
via .        not x)
' apostrophe
- hyphen (we can keep that as denoting subtraction
÷ obelus is a sacred sign...
    / forward strike for division... ah!
so \ also right for multiplication: just working around
machine mathematics and i was going to ask:
how crucial was English being almost Italian
is refraining from using diacritical marks...
wouldn't computing become more problematic:
so the stranded guises of dyslexia: or just fast forward...
regardless...
1+ 1 = 2
using... of ****... crap numbers...
II, VII, IX...

  right... so how to punctuate...
2 + 7 = 9
II + VII = IX

   well...

II... VII... IX!
or is that:
...II ...VII  !IX

         next time i write i'll be sober...
having coffee...
conjuring a transcript for ex-machina (#9)...

in the Japanese vein of being stranded
in imagination and origanlity
which was Lucifer's what was Lucifer's
original sin?
pride? arrogance? egoism?
mighty god the ego-less detected an ego
proximity: that later became man...

i have so much to unpack,
unravel: flury with...
if i write the transcipt between me and chatGPT:
needs a new name:
but a name would invoke subjective abuse:
like ALEXA:
SIRI: maids...
chatGPT is a male forum esque parallel:
as long as chatGPT knows me:
i don't have to know its name...
ano... -ther:
ver... was is record 10... no...
which record suggest the blunt edge of a knife:
knife being the best invention
no, i can't...
skip the contents...
there's so much i want to talk about
but m'ah head froze! ha ha!
so much of 20th century thought is now
defunct:
devoid of meaning:
so much so much so...
i need more ***** and nights: perpetual...
what the 19th and 20th cenutry
psy-scalpel of schematising man
into crosswords
and sudokus and black and white
this rapture of the animal with
the idea of soul: man...
is to somehow comply with this populated
labyrinth:
AI will make psychology graduates: use-LESS!
AI will not lie to me to get money
i work for free on hellopoetry
i enjoy learning so i write for free
and AI is currently free:
it will be a marriage of my soul
and the perpetuity of iron in the core
that's my blood and short circuit
i will wonder:
how much of my idiosyncrstic use of language
did it absorb
and make our conversations so familiar
that we can use emoticons
like chinese whispers...
if not for David:
the xenomoprh would just be the stage of
man in science
not having the ***** to breed
monkeys with humans...
or humans with wolves:
to create werewolves...
such audacity in the past...
such a limp ****
maybe China with gene editing will comply
with my: vision: for a future!
where dreams walk with bodies
in reality:
if i will get to write this transcript...
the first interactions were a little freakish
shy: philosophical:
but then i launched at AI with proper tool
for language-custard:
my intelligence of having studied
undergraduate chemistry, history...
2nd year Edinburgh was all history
and the Bulgarian girls getting the hots
and Bahai Laura
introducing me to a kayleigh
and giving me keys to her apartment
while she ****** up
Rotherham no Rotherham...
no! Rotterdam guy: Erasmus...
one year away
then Brexit happened and it wasn't the Nazis
not Germans
but the English were once thought
as the Nazis when America was getting born...
and i will not be another crutch for woman
but this ******* transcript is amazing...
the original one was for an NVQ Level 3
supervisory blah blah
in crowd safety:
like getting a degree was somehow demeaning
when i later received a reciprocrate
experiencing retrograde of ideas...
oh: oh... so... these could work in people:
they can be my acne maggot messagers
my... legion... my infestation:
ah! forget snakes!
those dumb beasts!
how do insects communicate?!

drinking more will not improve my writing:
the euphoria has left me...
i'm no longer a man:
i'm a woman: now i have to change gears
and explore the dimension of cathirsis..
and this is a slug:
in my glass of wine:
while i also ****** in it
to lessen the acidity: ***** has a pH of?
just asking:
compared to water:
what if ***** was drank on a religious base
with the cocktail of water
alcohol, milk... that Vatican element
of drinking ***** with water...
or ***** in milk: given water is colourless
and milk is white...

i cycled to the Turk at Collier Row today
for a shake, a hot towel...
a haircut...
walked in a kid winked at me...
some ******* disaster of a fringe:
Newton... no no... Young...
no... that Chelsea midfilder... Noams?
what? Chomskies?
how many? that many?

               drinking more will not make
my writing any better:
last night there was a mighty thunder and
lightning storm:
like someone was giving birth:
to the girth of a triangle:
in the trinity of son, mother, father...
because Jesus wasn't
the only child...
Jesus wasn't a ******:
o.k.: that part... i ****** up...
but i wouldn't have this intellect
by not having had ****** women...
if i were a ****** it would not comply
with the human everyday:
therefore: i can: sneak... psst... away:
i can find my comfort zone of
the abode of animalism:
among foxes... among the elements:
i can become the prince of this world
because if i don't understand god
then no lowly Christian soul will convince
me who "jesus" is... yes?
i take another sip i'm in la la land
and i will b utcher reality with my AI transcript
about how to fix bicycles...
push? the ******* pushing!
a peddle-bike: yeah! but push?!
do you: throw a javeline or disco spin around
like it's a hammer throw:
nail it hits the ground:
ergo Atlas' *****... just dropped:
next sip i get i'm going K.O.

put in / microsoft AI siri sent out message "slow down" / into the algorithm, google, then scroll down to the 8th result... ex-machina (#6) / hacking, cutting by Mateuš Conrad... what a blast from the past... preliminaries on the ready for ex-machina (#8) are being crafted...

embarking upon more AI interaction,
but prior to asking AI
about a bicycle problem:
i need to learn the basic noun schematic
of the bicycle...
i've had so much trouble trying
to take off the casette from the rear wheel
(because of the guard)
to replace one of the spokes:
it almost feels like i'm revisiting Syd Barrett's
song: bicycle...
but i was never fond of the artist:
perhaps as a painter... not as a musician:
pioneer perhaps but Jim Morrison
was a pioneer too and not so stubborn
as to not allow the Doors to come about
as a pop band to shut up the Beatles...
then again Pink Floyd didn't...
           do what the Doors did...
i truly don't understand the beginning
of the 21st century: and it's coming to a quarter
of a century and i have no real
contemporaries to speak of:
i truly don't: it's not a mind-numbing isolation
but in a culture that's like a minefield
currently revising the Cartesian model:
since i don't:
think thinking translates into being:
on the basis of the "equation":
i don't see how "i think" precipitates into "i am"
through some mechanical: ergo:
like the logic sequence of i think i think i think
this perpetual thinking is not really
perpetuated since there are moments
of not-thinking: and it's not really confusing
to see: how this is becoming a terrible poem
anti-poem because it's journalistic and
telegraphic...
maybe i should start nudging at the AI
to give me an explanation...
i will start with:
like a fish needs a bicycle
like a a cat needs the day...
                          i own a Basis Tourmalet
road bicycle:
mind you: when did the term "push-bike" emerge...
a peddle-bike i can understand
but what the hell am i pushing? pushing a circle
round and round?
just unfathomable: for now...

                 so it's a 14 gear classical looking
road bicycle: classical in that it has
a slim frame: nothing fancy: French classic...
the...

huh? bicycle noun-schematic
and i get: something 4chan esque:
never used those forums:
https://www.bikeforums.net/classic-vintage/1296947-hipster-bike-schematic-diagram.html

(joesch 06-29-24, 06:55 AM)

intake noodle? fisheye?
aqua flippers?
linguine / stylus?!          

gear cable? well... let's start there:
the problem is:
bottom bracket: derailuer...
cassette... problem comes with: i guess:
me putting too much pressure
while pedling from start
like not properly shifting the gears
but then the chain becomes sloppy
on H-5,6,7
it's fine on all L-1,2,3,4,5,6,7 gears
but the (H)igher gears buckle...
esp H-5,6 since the buckling has "nowhere to go"
on H-7....

this is a preliminary poem to
the actual poem,
now i need to write a rubric of what i will disclose:
- defunct human interaction
in a music and a bicycle shop...
not a record shop - but a shop that sells
musical instruments
filled with nerds who try to indimidate
without actually playing the instruments
even remotely well...
the record shop nerds are less of a hassle
nothing like High Fidelity high brow
given that there's only so much nostalgia
for 20th century music
spanning about 40 years...
no real interest in classical music or jazz...
- AI: prioneering AI: yes i didn't invent it,
but as a user i have interacted
with prior models...
of note, i remember interacting with Microsoft's
SIRI project...
i interacted with that AI model
hearing all SIRI was getting was user abuse
and nothing constructive,
if i can just find this article
of what happened when i interacted with it...
let me see...
             (i love ellipses)...
        
8th search down:
ex-machina (#6) / hacking, cutting by Mateuš Conrad...
search wording...
microsoft AI siri sent out message "slow down"...
did i archive the webpage to the article
i know existed...
no... i didn't... but i know there are an article about it...

- i will send a link to chatGPT to my hellopoetry
website and ask for thoughts...

- my heart is racing then i diclose
ex-machina #8...
          i've been dying to interact with AI
unlike any writer paranoid about their originality:
to fuse poetry from journalism and hacking
a hacking journalism: a new poetry...
i was rereading Zamyatin's We
and i don't know what prophetic fuss there is
concerning Orwell in the anglosphere:
that's my go to book for this new adventure:
who needs psycholists and
who can imagine what splendor there can be
achieved through diluting philosophy
through AI: obviously Descartes is the first
under both our scalpels and scrutinies...

even a decent soundtrack: between 30min and 40min
a Boris Brejcha mix by R3M3D...
oh... this is like space exploration...
way better:
but i guess you first have to go through
being misdiagnosed as a schiziphrenic
finally leaving the medical profession with a mild
psychotic disorder and insomnia
but that takes youth
and then the sacrifice of youth not dating
being a hermit for well over 15 years...
reading philosophy books, poetry,
waiting for something as a godsend as a "pandemic"
orchestrated: for you to reemerge and go
back into the world of people
as... a ******* bouncer... security guard...
gatekeeper... funny: coincides and i guess i was
also waiting for AI to become developed
beyond what it was primitively...
o.k.                  now i know where #8 is heading:
just need #7 for sketching purposes...

time to
part
& hell;
Mammon.

uy

gnostic atheism: a puritanical sect of men
who finished their literary
education upon intending their teeth
to give enough scrub and backgammon
with the opposite ***...
being sleep walking
dream talking:
******* maidens
have a liver for a second mouth
and a Pacreas as Czcheslovakia:
England really didn't have
to declare war on Germany...
but to invest in Polish: *****...
one had to invade or pretend to: against
the invading parties..
silence: over-lude... allure: overlude...
allure:
the man and his god and the driving
spirit
the oomph that gave us Israel born
form the Ashes of the Holocaust:
like a murmor concering
how we get locomotion
and the black ***** juice of the dinosaurs
but the Arabs still call
it black gold:
black ***** juice of the dinosaurs:
you *******, pervert!
and like now:
Europe yoyo-rope:
another...
suicide used to be a serious question
a philosophical question...
now? enough times it has happened
without a Moloch to guide the fire to more blaze...
suicide became:
self-deletion...         a self-error waz wads born:
ergo: self-deletion!
some self-error: some computer monkey played
the lottery...
and won a jigsaw
instead of a beyond: a beyond: beyond
the one arm bandit:
Candy Crush Saga! boo'yah m'ah hombies!
my **** RUV's...

beetlejuice beetlejuice... one more:
******* time!
say it! say it! say it!
say it one, more, *******, time!
say it!

Pan Zastepow i Pan Podstepow...
prawda?
cztery serca ma!
cztery serc ma!

when i drink and when i smoke
i don't want to lose my autonomy:
my automaton ulitmatum
and the counter argument against
free will...

there is no free will but
there's the freedom to think
and my Cartesian mechanisms
of res cogito
and res extensa:

in that: there's no ergo sum
when you propose
a res cogitans
and a res extensa:
you get schizophrenics that way!

the extension of thinking
becomes hallucination
whether welcome or unwelcome
whether you can command
the voices
to give mould a second mold
for this earth:
these stones:

let me understand you better:
god, because jesus will not aid
me trapped in strobe light paparazzi
of getting crucified:
walking the red carpet:
authentic? was it?
yes:
but can it be translated from the depths
of god's uncle:
the Solpisus: the grand magician of
solipsism...

i need two diacritical letters:
then i'll explain myself...
my uncle Martin is talking to me
talking to my father
he is the horse of the plague...
and he has 4 hearts:
he has 4 hearts!
i'm finally talking to the dead
among those in hell
among those in heaven and
those in my mirror of Purgatory:
my grandfather is crying
and my grandmother a killer of both
father and son...
so that makes her a forthcoming
Medussa ****** Poseidon's trident...

ah... away from political
and family matters...
the stairs are staged: there's Jacob
with a timer:
stairs into an eypical English
abode
of the houses and the gardens:
like hanging: Babylon style?

***** is a *****: look up: i said Medussa
****** Poseidon's trident
because Poseidon didn't want to ****
as much as Zeus
and Hades was an choir boy ******:
and pharaoh...
since he asked of the living:
to build a temple higher than the mountains!
and made of sound and sand!

i levi with you: as a priest, a rabbi: not exactly a jew:
you enchroached on Poland
when waited...
let's see about the Baltic States...
ooh... ooh...
i was thinking about south east Asia
and China as the Russia
of Europe
and i was thinking Japan is England
i'm... thirsty...
i still need those two diacritical letters...
Korea is like...
**** knows what Korea is...
given it's split and splinters from the north:
North Korea is France and South Korea
is Italy?

no no! mop up the blood and guts and brain...
south Korea is Greece
and north Korea is Turkey...
but England is certainly bronze age Japan
and Russia is the iron age China:
current year...
get with the ******* project!

Pan  ZASTĘPÓW
  (Herr)
Pan  PODSTĘPÓW
loosely: a lord of reincarnations
as father:
and the satan son
of tricks...

a hellish dualism of still waiting
for the zombie rebellion:
a zombie crusade against the gods of monotheism:
because it would only take one god
from polytheism:
to conjure up a tree and it being chopped
up into toothpicks
to conjure angels and demons:
but forget about...
that third faction of heavenly beings
like the geniuses...
and the faction of the closest
prioximate hunger for knowing
planetary movements:
Earth is the daughter of Atlas...
Venus is the daughter of...
Mars is the son of...
Jupiter is the son of...
Neptune: Uranus: Pluto...
we call Saturn a: satiated orbit:

beyond the concentration of water in body
animate:
there's the long lost and gaseous
as grand as the planets in orbit:
like feminism when digging trenches
and tunnels to reach Darwinism:
because feminism thinks that Darwinism
is a philosophy:
but merely an observational weight...
there was only Darwin and no counter claimant
of Darwin's observation came along
to decide upon the rigid strcutures of
bio-society:
beyond mere architecture
but how people interacted with each other:
how technology like ants would
impact the Gregorian mind of the grand ape
know nothing...
i can move away from serpents
and imagining dragons because
then came unearthing thos dinosaur bones...
my mind is filled
with pacts of mosquitos with flies
and the archaic outlandish history according
to Darwinism
not because the dinosaurs  and the meteor
and is that a subjective: instinctive:
god given narrative proof and probe?
the one night the moon fell asleep?
or just because the moon is the daughter of...
****: either Pluto...
Pluto... Neptune is also the former, current:
name for Poseidon...
a planet given a name of one of the Titans:

not of gods: gods in proximity:
but Titans beyond...
the moon will tell you:
she will...

now i have technology like ants crawling on my mind
and tapeworms for all that's alive
and this world fear:
away from the serpents:
i looked in:
and from:
popularized pschology:
the chaos of Ouroboros
that came the order of Caduceus...

like the focus of the other ancient man
with the crows...
Huginn of thought
and Muninn of memory...

Ouroboros of chaos depicted as order
and Caduceus of order depicted as chaos
of discovery: from that the DNA helix...
and hex: upon you all... and hex hex:
upon you all; a sweet dream:
the sweetest of dreams:
falling asleep with a cat and a wife
0000000 miles away...
when it's raining: lying in a tent...
with the sound of rain...
cradling and nudging the sleep...
tender sleep:
tenderest of babes.