Schoenberg's verklärte nacht, op. 4
for starting the night off...
reminiscence of the past four nights spent
in the silo of isolation:
thinking about Engels and Marx and
that theory about alienation -
such nights with fire and classical music
on the shift...
but i am doing a personalised understudy
in Polish Cinema from the Communist
Era... and i'm finding a great deal
i will not write essays about or pay
for an actual undergraduate degree:
it would have to be a post-graduate thesis
proposal for an educational body
say a university about the study of Polish Cinema
in the context of that time period
as a comparative tool to not exactly...
but exactly that... deconstruct modern cinema
in the English speaking world...
if i am a pink haired oily skinned
overweight leftist or leftoid or an ardent
Communist-**** ******* left opposition
in that the Devil is Left
and God is Right...
                        but i can be a proper deconstructionist
follow the paths of deconstructionalism
via the model of post-modernism
but only from the ashes and context of
being: as the British working class love
to make the distinction about foreigners
and then the Pakistani foreigners themselves
about new immigrants esp European
immigrants: BORN & BRED ENGLISH
BRITISH...
like that old slogan...

but that other slogan: BLUT UND BODEN...
well: where is your land?!
where?!

modern English speaking world cinema is
in need of right wing deconstructionist
post-modernists critiques...
which have to be learned from the left leaning
loony crowd in the English speaking world
that does not exist in other parts of the world
simply because those parts of the world
were rather strict and serious about the left
even Germany was
but then Germany took the other route toward
Marxism and England will have to too
experience its own version of Marxism...
given that i asked the question:
who was more critical, authentically concerned,
with the terrible living conditions
of the working people in Manchester...
child slavery in England was a real thing...
England might have shone the light
to the rest of the world:
but internally it has always been a Dickensian
pogrom
a fowl place of orc and elves... and dwarfs...
this is not a Christian nation no more
than Poland was upon its conversion...
then defending the last pagan stronghold of Europe
that was Lithuania:
like Christianity reached Kievan Rus sooner
than and the enclave of Litwa: Litwa...
the last heart of Europe before the cancerous
experiment on humanity
like the Parting of the Red Sea = the Holocaust...
in terms of wonder
how God can inflict such wonders telepathically
no longer through the winds the seas and speaking
through fire: but as the lord of hosts
able to do what... Apocalypse does in the X-Men
universe and consumes Prof Xavier's consciousness
like a spin-off on the Marvel universe:
the baddy wins in the second movie
while dying in the first...

see: cinema in the west doesn't do much with human
nature: just the crushing of human imaginings
where there are more images than words
being consumed:
like this inner circle craving of the Elites in Eyes
Wide Shut to insert a paganism
to defeat the crushing Christianity of Judaism
and not Christianity out of Paganism...
or a Christianity out of Hinduism:
since we are talking geneology: time...
not all religions emerged at once...
same is to say not all people emerged all at once...
therefore who is to talk about the environment
and the green Antarctica...

Harlequin *******... sharing words sharing
images...
clearly... i felt like a *** slave...
                                   a little toy and then to bring
to mind: why wake up with negative thoughts...
but i was waking up at 6pm and not 6am
with negative spinning vertigo thoughts
like looking into glass and with enough
night being able to see a mirror... some terrific
horror beginning this night
with a spider gently, silently dropping down from
the ceiling of the hut...
at least not in front of my nose but near enough
for me to see and instead of a frightened aghasp
a cross-eyed examination suggested
that i should just blow it away: swing it away
like those flowers: out of nouns: you blow the seeds
away like parachutes
why didn't **** Germany just bomb London
why not send in: en masse:
their best lovers, poets, philosphers, thieves,
the crimminals! why didn't **** Germany
just bomb other cities like Manchester
and Industrial Heart of the Empire
while simultaneously not drop crimminal
paratroopers into London or on the outskirts...
crimminals... like what the Russians are doing
but anally... crimminals as... footsoldiers?!
you ******* kidding me?!
no no!
you drop crimminals into enemy lines...
just like what a lot of countries are doing in England
but there's no single country:
no wait... that's not what's happening:
dialectical materialism spectacles...
the rest of the world is dumping workers
into the drip feed of society for uber and deliveroo
asians...
those kamikaze antics of their knowledge of Roman
Roads is like... rules of the roads in Rome itself...
bogus...

ah... class... in England... if it's not about money
then it must be about interest...
and there's this overseeing scrutiny about
work ethic, work pride,
yes... work pride... something concerning
work and nobility:
long gone are the days of nobility and feudalism
and monarchy:
pride and nobility: pride is a version:
subdued by nobility...
one can be a petty security guard in a hut
in one of the most spectacular places
on earth to witness the plethora of humanity
at night: Elephant and Castle...
lunatics and the open asylum and oh so many stars...

my company is asking for my social media
pages... they want to make an audit...
i think i've been captured on camera doing
something right... and they want to see my social media
profile... i'm a bit shy: it's a bit like losing your virginity
for the first time: to allow the virtual world
to collide with the real world:
i'm afraid of being sacked...
not that i wouldn't react to it with so much desperation
as to fly to Istambul and become
a missing person...
and like those modern people who...
i can't get past Schoenberg past the 6th or 7th minute...
like those people who have music curated
to them Moloch of Metallica adoration music
and producer and musician somewhere an artist:
oh i adored Metallica's master of puppets...
but i spent the first two weeks just listening to Battery
before listening to the rest of the album...
by god! that's me!
i can't listen past Schoenberg's 6th or 7th minute:
there's just so much and it works like a tide
when you let yourself go
and listen to the entire 30 minutes:
this is CLASS in England...
intellect...                     concern for humanity: soothing it
by distracting it with one's own solipsistic interest...
oh: if they want to audit my internet presence...
they'll be in for a surprise...

but English cinema is rarely existential and
so much phantoms to please...
it's sad that foreigners adopted:
but who invents the tools doesn't necessarily
have a say
concerning how those tools are to be used... right?
there's no inventor of cinema:
the objective... who gets to dictate the subjective
from the creation of the tool...
i see a hammer but no nail?
tool or weapon?
hammer and nail as a weapon become a torture emblem
of Christ and Pinhead in the hellraiser universe...
nail on its own... perhaps a toothpick...
so the hammer and the sickle
would! oh oh oh!
i want to redraw the flag of **** Germany!
apologies to the Asians!
i need south Korean now!
it's a flag!
drop the ******* the red white and black
that the Arabs are now borrowing
with a tinge of green in writing...
i have a flag!

                  BLACK...
                            wit­h a WHITE: HAMMER
   and SCYTHE!
                              or... maybe not a hammer...
but the hammer... yes... a black flag with a white
hammer and a scythe...
we don't need no clock of the ******* now:
we have the star of david clock turning...
tick... tock... tick... tock...           tick... tock...
i see a mat to sit on and read an open book.
two horns: tick tock... tick tock...
                                 i see my comrades ahead:
Jackie Spoonfularrow...
                              she's there... mermaids in her
**** juices...
                     tick-tock...

卐    (anti-clockwise or clock-wise...
             focus on the Rorschach...
         is this symbol orientated around a clockwise
dynamic... or an anti-clockwise dynamic?
can't say much for clocks and O...
            so that's the symbol of time performed so isolated
so much like the Birth of Christianity
from the ******* of Rome!
        i know that for me... this is... anti-clockwise...
but see... the germans chose the clockwise *******...
i'm chosing.... the anti-clockwise *******
and it will be just white on black...
in the corner like the five stars of China
and the hammer and the scythe... elsewhere...

something needs to happen spiritually!
artistically! voluntarily!
by the grace of god...

    ****... clock is stuck... hardly the crossroads... ***
of **** sites...
        i wanted to venture to show you the tick-tock
of the clock... clockwise starter quater to, then noon...
but that html codecie is only burning a flag...

thus a clock running on empty where
the second hand just quivers, limply...
trying to move forward but then having a dead man's
reflex response: tug-tod...    tug-tod... tugging at
the angel of death imploring him:
am i awake in heaven or in hell or again?!

can't replicate the html dictates of this page...

p.s. i made a faux pas: there is a mistake in here...
i know it...
      the Nazis did choose the anti-clockwise
*******: but they fell because you can't
choose an anti-clockwise *******
to go back in time... huh?! no anti-clockwise
just counter-clockwise?
wait wait...

yes a clockwise ******* imply going back
is healthy?! like a counter-clockwise *******
going forward in time:
******* to O                                 maybe it all fell
apart because their chose a counter-clockwise
******* to go back in time and unearthed...
what they unearthed: God's disgruntlement
with his People
concerning their overstayed welcome
in Poland: so that currently: Poland can prosper
and be envied by journalists in England
and i'm not even there
because my grandfather was a Communist
Party member and there was no room for people
like me back there: some country
like Chamberlain's Czech Republic Antarctica;

Człowiek z marmuru: man of marble: Wajda...
or Dostoyevsky's Idiot and my Anti-Idiot combined...
Decalogue: I, III, X... oh and VII for Linda's performance.

in an alternative universe I would have walked out of my hut and approached the police officers peering in and said: sorry, you can't park here, there's a McDonald's delivery truck on site that will be leaving soon and you're blocking access, can you please move the vehicle... which would have spared me the consternation... ooh: I love words that I use infrequently: and that would have been that... but then I wouldn't have the adrenaline to right a wrong and apologise to one person who deserved it (the delivery driver) and that mindless confrontation with a ****** in the form of an old woman shouting at me from the balcony: O **** me Romeo... I'm not climbing to such heights... in an alternative reality I wouldn't have been summoned to write these words... but I did spring into action and the delivery driver lost maybe 15min... that's fashionable for life to somehow become a salient drama of organisms with voices beyond the ruptures tectonic and dogs barking... clearly this woman has been observing me for some time... one slip of my bad judgement and I get scolded... **** me... and it's not even someone I know or care about... but shouldn't police officers know the "hygiene" of how to park a ******* vehicle so that it's not obstructive? Excuses excuses: but no... is there any sympathy for the devil so lowly cast that he has no army, no wealth to contest an argument? who is in the wrong here? who is in the wrong... in the end it was callous of me to presume the car would only be parked for a reprieve... but it's not like a ghost limb lost cause with only a minor delay... trains get delayed... that ******* glaring audacity of critique: why you no robo? why you not robot? erm... because my cognitive range is beyond shouting down on people from a balcony? maybe that?! I have a rich cognitive realm that doesn't descend into such trivialising and watching jeopardy on television? 15min late doesn't imply a ******* irreversible amputation of a limb... give me a ******* break! in an alternative universe: this poem doesn't exist.

a haggard old woman emerges
onto a balcony
brandishing a telephone call
like a pitchfork or a flaming torch:
why don't you respect the time
and the work ethos of immigrants!
I will be watching you,
filming you... do your job!
do your job!
you should have prevented
the police car from obstructing
the access road for the McDonald's
delivery truck... you are wasting
his time!
in her thick immigrant accent
and I'm thinking to myself...
then I coerce her and agree...
I did see the police car drive up
and park where they shouldn't have...
to female officers walk out...
they peer into my security cabin...
see me... ergo: if there's someone
organic in there, surely this access
road must be live... split second mistake
as I was still deep in Military Time
planning my route home,
given it's a Sunday and there is
reduced service on everything
from buses to trains:

1st northern line train out
of Elephant & Castle departs
at 0721
****... that would mean 21minutes
wasted...
1st trains from LST (Liverpool St)
to RMF (Romford)
plat 9 0723 : 0739
plat 11 0733 : 0800
plat 11 0748 : 0815
plat 6 0753 : 0808

Bus stop V at RMF
499: 0743, 0813, 0843
103: 0808, 0838
175: 0803, 0833...

****...
Bus stop D near E & C
35: 0700, 0713 to London Bridge
journey time <15min...
then Jubilee line to Stratford...
17min from London Bridge
if all goes to plan I should catch
the 0748 train...

it could hardly be a noise complaint
and shouldn't the police officers
know better?
I didn't react in time
but I also thought they might
be there for a short while
given their choice of a parking
spot...
but that woman complaining
that a man wasn't doing his job
is... well just that... loud mouth
not enough grit to grind teeth
and manage stoically...
she just wanted someone to shout
at from the balcony...
and while the engine was grinding
a Bach ***** into the ground
and ambient sound
again the audacity: don't pretend
you can't hear me!

Split second decision...
but the police officers saw me
and I saw them...
but being women regardless
of uniform: deer in headlights...
could have waved a friendly
hello and asked...
mea culpa I know I should have
just ******* ran out and spared
myself the headache:
but you hardly think that police
officers could be guilty of bad
parking ethics...
sure... in a traffic accident where
they have to block off the road...
but so brazenly casual in no state
of emergency?
why didn't the police officers get
the brunt of the old woman's anger?
why? because they were women, no?
how else to simplify it
that in my mind I tried to intuitively
allow for the parking to take place...
am I a traffic warden too?
can police vehicles be warded off
from bad parking?
I thought that being in the police
while in uniform gave you some
******* immunity?
and didn't I just play out a:
benefit of the doubt scenario
in my head whereby I thought they
might only park for 15min?

they saw some alive manning
the access road...
so I sprung into action
first via the access gate to the rear
of the police station... called twice...
gave the reg plate...
upon 2nd time was given
suggestion to go to the front gate...
ran round and the clerk
already dealing with one matter
saw horror in my eyes
radioed through, although
we shared a similar frustration
at the somewhat pointless radio traffic...
within minutes: I ran back
apologising to the delivery driver...
same driver who upon entry
also apologised when I said to him:
I'm going to the toilet...
why are you telling me this?
How long are you going to be?
An hour...
went to the toilet walked back
to my hut and so he approached
with a sorry misunderstanding:
well yeah, I don't work for McDonald's
either...

that ******* haggard old woman...
shouting and giving me paranoia
that I now have thinking
she's sitting there all alone in
a pretty plush residential building
where crazy rich Asians come and
go, deliveroo at 2am, prostitutes etc
while I'm just wanting to finish
the Decalogue (short films about: xyz)...
but if police officers don't know
how to park their ******* vehicles...
that just gives me all the more
impetus to finish my driving
license theory in half the planned time
**** of to Poland for two weeks...
get the actual license...
then ******* to Hawaii and never
look back at this place...
this urban cesspit...

don't go to bed with bad thoughts:
charge them, charge them to the full:
asked upon coming home whether
i'd sleep all day having spent all night awake:
no of course not...
but i need my ritual to get the graveyard
shift amphetamine full charger
on...
coming back home with silence
a homeless man under the bridge
and a bible study group around Romford St
RMF RMF no FM FM...
Poland Holy Place my place of birth
even though as a boy an older boy
told me to open my mouth
whereby he subsequently spit into it...
shaman ritual:
we are blood and we are water
now that i'm reading Dune...
that wasn't an insult but a sharing of water...
because he saw the things i did
in Poland before i came to England
and did some on the side...
like calling out to a bird
in Valentine's Park and the little bird
flying into my hand from
a bush...
O dearest dear O my dear
and today i finished the shift on time...
7am...
so this is the clock-O-monkey
measure for measure like for like
eye for an eye...
no pound of flesh for all that is Bank
Judaism of Usury...
Jews are not exclusive in that Sin...
i wonder why didn't mention the 11th Commandment:
you will not have this alchemical economy
project:
turning metal into only one that being gold...
money doesn't make money
money is exchanged
for goods: deeds: moral debts...
the 11th Commandment doesn't mention
money doesn't it?
why God said only said
you will not ****** you will not steal...
why theft is there
and Usury isn't... this be the 11th commandment
and the director of the Decalogue is dead
i just finished commandment 4, 5, 6...
5 i was thinking of Reyla
6 i was thinking of Edie...
then Edie sends me a most provocative picture
of Reyla sleeping:
i too was lethargic and empty from the last
week of shifts...
the nights were so long...
so two days before or maybe nights...
"we" struck a deal with Mark Nathon
my day to night shift operator...
anyway
he came at 5:45am: kind reward...
day later: tonight... 'you coming early today?'
'yes, mate...'
   bring myself coffee and tea almost each
time...
O Mark my *** poor man
came so angry at me today...
maybe he dreamnt of me
but there was something simpler...
the details i'll screenshot and send to Edie
and have my own psychology session
with the child inside of me and all of us...
this son of man:
a trial for both god and the devil...
there are two trinities
that became conflated and distorted...
not properly worded... the Jews and Early Christians...
forsaken...
there are two trinities...
one consisted of the supposed son of god:
the father the son and the holy spirit
yet... yet?!       why is baby jesus depicted
as a baby with the Madonna?
so who is the Holy Spirit... it's not god:
a litany of messangers...
the trinity of the devil...
it's not the beast, the antichrist, the architecture...
you like my linen?
i like your skirts and kilts and kayleighs...
maybe the people of Falkands can't see
an army to defend them so
better to sniff out more sun
and abandon the lies
and pride
and ******* and give way to a penguin
takeover of the ******* islands!
the Argentinians only fought a war of:
why are you keeping these people
here! so miserable! let them tango
in Buenes Senioritas!

you said so yourself:
most of the people are Scots! of origin...
so displace the Scots:
like you can displace the ******* Philistines
and create a working diaspora
a nation of the mind!
not of ****** origin...

so he mouthed me off... ******... came point on 7
and the only reason i was late yesterday
last night
is because a train broke down
and there was traffic
and i overslept till 4:30pm
but left 4:49pm not having showered...
but in the WhatsApp group i said too much
for this little soul
and i gasp at having this demeanour
of condescending feeds...
    but the owner looked past my misreads
and... thumbs up 4am...
only to me...

           some bigger things existed...
history stopped from being
recited prior to year 1914: year 0.....
          because we landed on the moon
at night... we didn't land on the moon
when the sun shines on the surface...
why? because we would fry chicken be?
is that why?
so why bother to land on the moon
during the moon's night
and already know... beside mushrooms:
what starter-pack-up organic phenomenon
feeds off of
moonlight and skunk ***** juices...

mouth me off... i just revelled in a heart pouncing
at an emotion worded by a toothless
dyslexic...
a ******* train broke down:
mate: when flights were halted
over Iceland: because... "act of god"...
    
                   so daddy issues: proper:
provided us 2000 years of somehow the ancients
being exhausted by finding stoicism and aestheticism?
Logia: finally understanding:
sow: two flaws... maybe three:
three by now is Judaism:
is has become ugly...
at it's most splendourous: abouding...

the purge jihad crusafe
judaism islam christianity...
i felt abandon greatest
in monotheism:
this cult of individuality:
you had a Moses:
i know:
it hurts...
who hurt you?
you will not get a 2nd Moses:
or a Second God...
that... how is your god stop evolving?
there are already two alternatives...
Allah and the Unknown Name of Jesus as Father...
and Son... and Holy Ghost...
am i He who finally obstructs the evolution
of Yahweh as a god of letters:
finally the gauged out eyes: read braille:
but first the phonetic alphabet...
long lines __
and dots... dind't play the guitar...
did: copper tips...

i can cage Yahweh if you let me
cage him, dear humankind:
the Hebrew need to be rid of this parasite:
i don't know his origins
i don't need the Holocaust,
Israel, Pollacka: insult they lived and
created a language based off of German:
Yiddish:
we failed them? they didn't properly
integrate into Poland:
yet lived there...
and exported monkey money to
their cousins in Germany
to create a new breeding ground in Anglo-Saxon
brides etc. in north America?!

so they lived in Poland...
but had their majority... slaves
among slavs... living in Poland?!
they created the Yiddish
of Hebrew with German...
yet they lived among Poles
most peacefully...
but they didn't bother to think
about creating a language
with the Polacks!
o shame on you!
Yahweh was right
the Germans told you
you ought to be... exterminated
for the hurt of pride upon the Pole
and your MArxist
******* ******* *******
cult! you ******* Moloch swaying people!

YOU DESERVED THE HOLOCAUST!
AND DEFEND!
STRUGGLE WITHOUT POWER!
IRAN IS PURE ISLAM
AND NOT SAUDIA ARABIA!

why breed hebrew with german?
why didn't you breed the hebrew tongue
with the polish tongue?

too late for that now:
i see you and your god's fury
in the Roman architecture of YHWH...

sleep harmonious sleep such great medicine
but sleep sometimes so pointless
when one does not dream much
so sleep can be stretched to a different cycle:
the length of a day on the moon
is like... 567hours... last time i heard:
oh: the first colony must be the moon
i wonder:
because those 1960s photographs
from the moon were pretty ****...
so people asked: is there a night on the moon?
well! yeah! but there's also a day!
the light side of the moon is as sunny
as on earth!
and it doesn't last for a fraction of the 24 hours...
it last for like two weeks...
according to the muslim and hebrew calendar!
i mean: **** me...
but as i tell my partner:
see those clouds in the sky...
those lowest are water clouds:
absorb and defract colour...
but those other clouds: high high up...
those are ice clouds...
they look like god's doodles from where
derived language of the higher esteem
beyond the hieroglyphs...
ice clouds: always white:
pristine... god this god the painter with light
and composer of sounds...
but those highest of clouds
never turn light into colour...
doodle in the sky remnants of god
scribbling...
             well... the Light Side of the Moon
is like a joke about Alaska
and how sunny it is insomnia over there
during summer... spring...
like everyday life in London:
insomniac neon blue and... alabaster...
gubernatioral... love the sound of words
from time to time...

so Mark Nathan finally caught up with my plan!
mate: i want to be more important than
constructionw workers when it comes to shuffling
through the hours of the day...
i want to be a poet: i want to make my
morning commute like i was the first one...
i was the archtiect of language...

if my last check call comes in at 5:45am and
Mark is there because he wasn't slept since 2:30am
and that's because he likes to go to bed early...
so i can get there for 5:45pm...
we started from sheering off half an hour
before the actual clock-off of 7pm...
that became 6:30am/pm, 6:15...
and then a massive flip to: half an hour...
5:45am/pm...

                           sure, minimum wage....
what isn't, these days?
harrowing hours, never see the chance to socialize
on the weekend...
drinking culture...
beer and all the jovial spirits...
but no hard ***** drinking and hard conversations
and hard scribbling and hard thinking?
just jovials spirits of wine and beer and cider...
no real culture of pushing the limits
on such spirits as *****...
i tried whiskey but i am not a rock star
so can't summon the bourbon spirit...
***** is for slavic intellectuals... i'm afraid to say:
that's what ruined my uncle Martin:
he tried to be so so English
he didn't realise that England was changing
and so he fled back to Poland...
but in his genes there was the bedrock
of hard intellectualistion:
like ***** is water
like there's hard water and there's soft water...

i know: i did say...
40cl per session: but you smoke a joint first...
why? because you want to get off
drinking a litre of *****:
sleep-deprivation:
the active ingredient is marijuana with
your intellect:
oddly enough after seeing Dekalog 7, 8....
a while while back...
i decided to go back to my roots...
Polish culture... Polish language...
sorry... nothing personal: i'm not English...
i just have this tongue...
Dekalog 1...                  watch it watch it!

also, before i forget...
also...
ahem! ladies and gentlemen! i bring you!

🍼             and                😬

pacifier 1.0            and pacifier 2.0
pacifier of the ****** = no teeth....

pacifier 2.0 of the nibble
of a **** = plenty of teeth!
                 but once i tasted the ****:
i need a night guard pacifier:
because my tongue is so insatiable
and i could never bite on your lips
ooh yes yes!

better than circumcision!
make sure young males have the ******
pacifier then
find a woman to prescribe him
a night buard... from ****** to *****
pacifier...
/how's my low tone Taylow Swift
never ever getting back together on feminism?!/

what of the scientific method:
wasn't it always true that in order to draw
a straight line: you needed to know two points?
so this one almost fake because it was
despair to conquer a riddled ideology...

your guys landed on the moon at night!
we don't actually know what landing
on the moon during the moon's daylight
hours is like!
we have not yet experienced landing
on the moon during the daytime...

catalogue Dekalog 1 for me...
the genius and his genius child prodigy
that ends up only thinking about skating
on ice
but there were no ice rinks back then
so there was a need to gamble
of scientifically improve on studying
ice density...
but the kid drowned and AI was born...
to no god a tool that is technology
this iconoclasm of complexity:
give me the basic details! son, and show me father!

i got home early then decided to help mother
put out the washing to dry...
if i see this one ******* the northern line
coming from Morden
via Elephant and Castle...
jeans... shy with a baseball cap...
exposing her collar bones...
fury and scent i want! i want! meat-canyon that
youtube cartoon artist...
like i want to see Wimbledon with you
sort of vibe of a girl...

no wonder Alien and Predator arrived
and the fear...
where the trinity of Cluastrophobia
Islamophobia and Arachnophobia merged...
with massive spider of the Quran...
because the Palestainians
in the Arabic world are like... what?
what the Jews were to Europeans...
but also weren't because Jews are Jews
and Palestinians are what in the Great Ummah?
****'a foddler?

           i see a correlation of races...
the Europeans (Russians, mongrels)
and the Orientals combined....
the Eastern Indians and the Aztecs and other Indians...
which leaves Africa... black supremacy?
really? so the Europeans with their ties
to Europe were one product of time
the Africans had no ties with the Arabs?
so now we're all couple... Finns, Eskimos and Penguins...
seriously?!
2 + 2 = 1

  don't understand the logic of passing a numbers
via 2 x 2 = 5...
but then i'm working the dynamic of + and not x
addition: not multiplication...
by addition i imagine a continuity, history....
by multiplication i envision the spontaneity of
phenomenons
like some audacities of biology getting a brain
and thinking something for a while:
then disappearing like an idiocacy: because of
the mechanisations of both evolution
and automation...

i do like going home before all the construction
workers start their shifts...
i'm going home when they're going to work
and i don't even have to meet their scrutiny
as the first arrived morning ***** of adherents
to the day...
mate! we only, supposedly, landed on the moon:
once... and it was during the night!
hence why picture of earth are like pictures
of the moon on earth....
we didn't ******* land on the moon
during the moon's daytime hours!
Bogus ******* compass: hey... "Columbus":
no Copernicus on the ship that Newton ******
a gay sailor on!

the ancients Soviets will have the right to dream
with assurance this observstion...
so you landed on the moon
while we were first into space...
but you have given us so much insignificance terror
for having navigated so: spectacular without
a proper subjective gravity and grammar:
she he she they thou it nothing
you don't even know how to make do
with those pictures...
so much psychadelic poison:
imagine the fluke of a chance
of landing on a day on the moon:
you'd forget going further into Mars...
just revise landing on the Moon during the Moon's
daytime hours
and take pictures... it's science:
you need to compare! compare! stop being Sodomites
start being scientists!

meatcanyon....
me new youtube discovery...
i subscribed to some new
channels
and my algorithm started
to behave like AI...

princesses Veroniya
and Reyla
are sharing my room...
as i write:
maybe REyla is
more a Bilie Eilish fan girl
Lesbian Pop
than Taylor Swift:

some new grunge....

exposure to AI better:
betters allow you to navigate
the algorithm landscape

search engine:
bibliogtraphy
ecycoploedia....
dictionary
and thesaurus... rex

two eyes but only one tongue of Allah:
one eye yet two tongues of Polyphemus.

Arable Arabic or the Glut Monkey
of Iran...
the Other Muslims
not the Saudis
and their gangs of Pakistani Lonely
Men....
Iran: compared to the Sunni
Islam Ummah:
Iran i admire: i would always
compenstate converting to Islam
via ****'ah... Islam...
new adventure...
a Sunni ****'ah... (SUFI...
i love women too much:
soi i best wrestle with pope and poetry.... just show
me glee... Lucifer-baby...

                         wonderful war pre war
or the greatest education project
of the War of the Armaggedon...

Iran the mystical land after Arabia
and just before India...
a magit carpet ride: o sweet sweet...
getting an Ottoman shave
and wet towel... treatment:
night shifts...

120£ by the end of one...
but i get to explore new movies
like... PSY with Linda and Kondrat...
no... that's a whitetest of lies...

but why not the equivalent Exodus
and Genesis of the Palestinians
and Philistines...
walk about: ask for Arab status
like Hebrew status of European
by the end of your travels!
show me that Palestinians are not
the Ancients: Philistines!
show me! walk! walk! Iran
is imploring you to give us this truth:
this future! and yes!
if the Lebanese are willing to go too!
take them! walk into Iran via England
and across Siberia:
avoiding Poland...
anywhere! go! give us a 2000 year old
history of the Revival of Islam!

show me Palestine: you Philistine!
who me culture!
i can't simply rely on the quick
fix of Le Trio Joubran and that
****** trip in Amsterdam
with the Ehyptian...
G: is an implosion of meaning:
like necropolis... imitation
of moputin the mountain ranges
i saw the sands break equal with time
and what was mountain ranges
those of the Sahara used
to be like the Himalayas
let me give you:
a perspective on time:
non-being and time: i'm sorry:
if you want to look that far
back with only natural history
and nothing socio-economic...
you have to choose...
the lineage of people
or the linear diversion Darwinistic-historiollygy...
but the Philistines will have to recognise
the history of their Genesis and Exxodus...
a two-state solution is a 2000y year old project...
hello! hello!
eh?! hello?!
                       so *******...
from Judah to Israel so let's see what
Palestine looks like
from your origins as the Philistines:
angry Polacks
not willing to move
big assses just sat the **** down...
i don't see Palestine...
i just see the Philistines
retards not seeing the Magic of Islam...
let's just see more clearly...
the LEftists didn't realise?
they want the Philistines to March across
the world: became the equivalent
of the Jewish diaspora!
genius! ******* people!

hey! while you're at it!
bring me back some Falafel!
some scripture second Koran....
2000 years! bye bye!
go see the Saudis first...
thirsty kink: let's see Hell first!

oh and some Lebanese...
i heard of the twin towers....
hmm... so there must be:
this must be a tale of the twin tribes.
the PHilistines and
the Lebz... we share a history
the northern crusades and your
almost Jordanian old Rome
Pagan:
who the baby toy in charge?
who who? omega... abso...
alphas gravitate to beta and versus...
sigmas: self proclaimed must gravitate
toward omegas...

chop chop! i believe in you!
give us 2000 years of revising and revitalising:
modernizing Islam!
jog on! come back in 2000 years...
show me Palestine!
by then i promise you
Israel will become Zion!