als arbeit ist vergnügen...
      aber das lächeln...
mein kleines nichts:
                  ein herz:
ein pochen:
ein ich und du...
                   aber mein Herz
ist alles was ich habe...
                    
           Regenbögen-Spatzen!

drahtzwillinge:
twins!
same embyo:
an hour? perhaps...
an hour apart...
just thinking
of the Vierte Riech...
and the *****:
Reirch: FOOND
THIRD... O'Cloony...
Malone: McBeckett....
so much Irish intellect
in me
i don't care
that a football team
loses 5 - nil:
i still have my IRish intellect:
which is so lost in Saxon
and Pseudo-Celtic...
just a dream Re-Balance:
and republic:
but there is an undercurrent of the Fourth
*****... under the historiology of
the Third *****...
be stupid but not
to ignore:
Millwall origins?
Scottish dockers...
so the tartan and navy...

                    origins story of twins....

well if you have words for cheap ******! why not ****** yourself back to genders and: how many sexes are there? last time i "heard": a unison of two... but *** is not gender and i'm trying to figure out what Capitalism and Marxism have in common... it's not dialectical materialism... it's rhetorical materialism... what is the invigoration of dialectic... beside materialism... i find myself spent triyng to push these sheep to the slaughter: seeing how so many people do not, appreciate the advent of the **** joke of: arbeit macht frei: but the Irish do... and long lost are the Irish partisans when someone willing: to show the English their blunders... took to simply giving in to the Islamic rebs... i almost pity the Irish endeavour... such that it was: the English undermined themselves... and all: in unison... left Wembley... with happy glee of hopes... why suffer the fate of defeat in a game of sport: when the English pride everything else on that one junction... why bother the people of little dreams?! maybe a fusion of conceiving: diacritical materialism: like there exist diacritical marks above and below certain Roman Letters: Jesus can **** himself! i don't care for the existence of one man i am supposed to **** off! there is no character of Jesus: Haze and Zeus I says you do not: come between me and the pork pie and a circumcision! Jesus came half-way... Paddy... i'll meet you the next: the next... you don't get to taste the apple... you get to nibble of a stone... but you don't get to nibble on the stone: you get to eat it whole: then choke... then choke again... i've tried and tested my patience... i have had had enough! enough to parade and pardon!

words, just words... apparently words are not:
not enough justificastions:
not enough eloquence...
not enough formality:
we can do away with words...
because words confiscate meaning
rather than give meaning...
perhaps in the rude impromptus of using
but numbers... numbers are elevated...
maybe we can start to gesticulate without
words: instead regressing back to
hieroglyphs, symbols, colours:
like at traffic junctions:
perhaps the words red, amber, green...
are pointless...
maybe we... need to see the colours
without shapes...
but i test myself with asking anyone
this question...
               red is... stop?
or is red alarm?
amber...             semi-stop semi-colon?
and green is go? green is foliage:
why isn't blue on the palette of movement
in the receding cranium of man?
the second fruit of Eden i will tell you:
will no longer be the soft flesh of the fruit
of Adam's throat...
this next fruit... have my heart... have my heart:
of stone...
this is all i will and wish to offer:
have a second bite:
before your Christ and Second Coming
barage: i ask you to glimpse Eden once more...
take a second bite...
you will not find a satisfying fruit
to get drunk from...
next time: this time...
you will have to swallow a nugget of stone
that maybe leave you:
perfectly constipated:
like the English with their history versus
the Irish:
so what that the Irish lost 5 - 0 in a game
of football... when i was coming home...
all the Irish knew! knew!
ha ha! jokes! games!
let's entreat our Baron with Intellectual fog!
because as the English thugs chanted their:
we defeated the IRA...
or maybe the IRA just... decided on
the dynamo of fate:
a game beyond chess:
stone, paper, scissors...
    ✊
             🖐️
                      ✌️

ching-chang-walla!

so the Irish are not coming? the IRA died down?
oh chronic my ******* laurel
and shamrock! they, the terrorist: didn't come?!

best of three: i don't mean a coin flip...
first you have the heart of Eden
then ask again:
now... you get to suffocate and gulp
down
a treaty of both etymology:
and geology...
because now you'll be eating my heart of
stone:
for all that has made you deviate from
the splendor of the garden...

words are so insignificant...
as are colours... without shapes...
but colours within the confines of shapes
of pass and impasse...
words are the modern man's consequence
of not having deliberated meaning...
words... this deliberate ploy of ******* barbarians...
i see them wonk with at least 7 eyes...

no more... i've seen enough...
i can leave the letters to gather words
in muster meaning...
but apparently that's not enough!
non matter...

take your weakness
and explore satisfying the chains.
they'll rattle for you:
ching and chang...
and believe you: when i ask.

AH...

  sigh...       what a glorious sigh...
that I: aye?! i... little i...

something about
Aristotles' poetic that i can't quiete grasp:

in the ancient world
the people didn't paint:
but they: sculpted...

imagine how i think:
testament of thinking per se:
i don't really
think...

         nothing doesn't think:
nothing is a pronoun,
in the category of words:

my my: my most devilish and i:
an isc on
a leash
i don't have the time to appropriate
invoke... invoke is a better word

i'm here to paint!
Aristotles' poetics clarified
the obliviousness of language
to a philosopher...

i'm here's to paint!
so i'll paint... by punctuation!
i'll paint by punctuation!
and...
each... and... every...
line break pillcrow will not be:
my last...

if Spinoza wrote his Treaties in Hell:
i'll...
go ahead...
nothing is a pronoun and it speaks
more than god speaks
ever... truly... listen to: nothing?

but women can give birth
and it feels weird
disclosing that Reyla is my daughter...
genetics and phonetics
and blah blah the intellectual apes
are public intellectuals!
Gremlins get off!
give me the Unity with my brothers
the Siech: Sicz: Cossack BRONE!

women give birth but are rarely
strangulated by nothing...
forget Nietzsche's work ethic
and boredom:
if pronouns is what..
touch wood...
whoops! i just touched iron and i looked
at it and you looked at it
and we both hoped it was wood:
but it was iron...

just like a golden ring looks great
on a black finger...
so must a silver ring and moon
look good on the finglet
of the pigglet pink in white
on a finger the moon: is mine! to answer!

madness madness!

   if... you... say... so...
i'm here to paint!
i'm here to conjure all the oyster
raw meat delicacies...
but people of the ancient world
didn't paint!
they sculpted!
now see the impasse
how smart the modern people are
and how dumb the ancient people were?
see how there's this definition of humanity
by:

memory-erasure...
we will: forget!
we will rememeber!
but we will also!
die!
forget!
we will die!
we will: forget!

and by forgetting we will
imagine!
because there are archetypes
of humanity
not reincarnated
but from all origins: an abiding
concern for narrative:
and dialogue:
and monologue...

i'm here to paint with
punctuation and diacritical markers
atop of letters...
but not today:
today i'm all chaos and storm
and the grain of porridge
and the distance of raindrops on
the window come the daft ghouls of the night:
oopsie: oopsie...

but i'm here baby'oh:
owl my woo and lunatic...
woe and luminiscence...
but i'm here baby oh...
      just this you're not my baby
baby O...
                      now comes the measure
and with enough atom bombs one
might content with volcanos...

                     Mt. Vistivius... or who
the tragedy of Pomepeii...
Christ was crucified...
a truthfuly historic presence...
an event to topple all other events?
i ask: in Heidegger's vein
to the artery....
Heidegger: question-worthiness...
Zeitgeist: news-worthiness...

     thought is a muddling puzzle
of philosophers and opportunistic hacks...
the ones genetically displaced...
but then only the lower IQ strata replicate:
and we need bus drivers....
what we don't want is
for the rupture...

           intellectuals agitating the public
with a historical-conscience...

WE ARE MANY:
who says who to whom in the great agitation?
this is not... painting?!
this... is... not... words as... painting?!
MILLWALL! MILLWALL!
the SCOTCH CONNECTION!
that one... part of London:
Elephant and Castle
that i love...           why did i decide
to support Millwall?
       oh...                 mate... just the south
London architecture... the feel of the place...
couldn't feel it closest to either
Arsenal, Tottenham of West Ham grounds...

SCHLUS! MACHTUNG!
ABERZ! ABERZ!
SCHNELL SCHNELL SCHNELL!

Tartan Jersey...
you already have the colouring:
Edrick the Navy....
deep blue and purple...

truth be told...
there's no "truth"
to be
"sold": said.
god not crufied
answers.

the green spice... the melange of cinnamon
transformed into a fresh green
coriander:
oh.... but i'm familiar with the powder
and the seeds...
as much as i am accustomed to the powder
of cumnin and the seeds of cumin:
but i see no fresh leaves
equivalent to that of coriander...
cumin is a dead end to me...
but coriander...
i only need a whiff of the green melange:
the ****:
to know what planet i am on...
i can leave the mushrooms to the monkeys
and ******* to the diabetic crew:
mon strue:
outside on the Tottenham thingy...
alphabet people LGBTQ++++++
MMM:
Moses... Mohammad... Matthew...
mmm: like a ripple that sort of went by
the ****** birth and Jesus the Christ-Metropolitan:
i'm no and never will be
a Cultural Christian according to Richard
Dawkins...
i... hold on... there's talk of dragons:
while you have dinosaurs in the: ******* background...
how do we know...
the Sun is mostly Helium...
and how do we know what wiped out the dinosaurs...
for such a siesmic shock of geology and not history:
the moon should have been destroyed in the process
and there would be none of us...
but the moon was elsewhere
and something godly: freakish happened
and the insect people were drawfed because originally
so horrific
that god the child tried to escape:
and to think of god as man:
the eternal friend
this frightened child living through
the birth of hitory to arrive at us
and at us our worst:
and even when at our best Crucifed...
at worst oh such differences...
me and this black girls: two Origins of Africa Stories
not really the ones desperate:
educated hmm mmm yum yums:
i like my ox-tail curry: this is unlike every
other white man...
i am not, like every other white man...
Africans partisan with Polynesians Unite...
this one white boy is getting off the slave
ship and heading toward the Rat Raft...
snibble cushions and pillows:
ducks pecking... pecking duck...
chop chop... two JEWS flew from New York
but had a squabble of pennies of
buying sandwitches and water...
drank the water kosher glug glug
but left the sandwitches...

why fear god?
motto: i prescribe an answer greater
than that of...
what is the meaning of life...
why fear god?

            because god is scared...
the human eternity ethos
of ambivalence...
this pristine condition of mind and body:
the soul... time impersonal and personal:
the project amassed in soul eternal
only now magnified and made flesh:
collectively: not by a single man on a cross:
collectively:
but by us all...
             but by us all!

i don't have the german dictionary handy...
sorry... not sorry: alphabet people gq+++cqeer+++
even she complained:
you haven't written about anything in a long while:
write to me about nothing:
life... blah blah...
o.k. Reyla?!                 Edie?¬                Eva?
or is there a harem of women in
my life that i don't want to disturb?

ugh!
ha ha i get the joke! over the radio
i heard and giggled... spectator wears
high viz not part of Paris REvolt:
want's to be seen on Match of the Day
Camera... ha ha... kindsa cute...
i say these profound names:
my god changes pace...
i don't know what to do:
i try to remind myself of the mind-body
dichotomy:
the Anti-Cartesian fusion of the mind-body
duality...
i Berlin: believe in a dichotomy...
originating:
more have suffered more than Christ's own
sacrifice...
the iron maiden: being: impalled...

via **** through to the tongue:
gog: gag at magog...
what was so funny?
      if i could only remember "my", "own": "life":
what is mine? nothing: perhaps time...
and personality mud..
own? for now? i will depart this world
with a sadness...
you will need no books in heaven...
i cry in heaven:
heaving the darkness and a memory:
but i saw god and it was in writing
and among the flutters of angel wings
in the pages of books!
do books exist in either heaven; or hell?!

borrowing from Dante:
shadows of former selves:
personalities of the greatest of men...
what was so funny...
i wonder...
i missed something... Edminton...
consolation:
white boy Jesus and the long supper of Africa...
the dulce vita
of white girl journalism
was a: squirrel: in hiding.

i write: pluto:

         \dm
arm
gvuest,
plito.

   and there's this great traction of readership
because people are discouraged from
paragraphs
and in writing punctuation is the closest
one gets to the idiosyncracy of brush strokes
in painting -

                     while no forests were burned
nor sands ground to make glass...

i think about geology and gynacology
and trying to refurbish my night to day
transition
i slept for 12h but had to snooze
for about 6h of those...

and upon waking i only had:
oh my dear of my dear of my Caroline...
and from the depth
there came an image of earth
whereby Jupiter consecrated himself
upon this orb
with the eye
and what became of earth?

a third of was a gigantic volcano...
a third of the earth was this landmass
of volcano:
this massive **** blister on the northern
hemisphere:

i doubt anyone will see this to
be a fathomable truth...

i sort of wish i was hallucinating:
but then night shifts are different to day shifts
and we are not allowed
(as a generation)
to relieve ourselves from the Holocaust
so there's no incentive to "cope"
with the revelation
                 there needs to be a more organic:
hubris...
mind over matter:
when once upon a time there were the Epicurus
types now there's the archetypical Batman
et al...

           but that vision was true:
how did water arrive on earth...
i could spend an eternity in the fabric of glass
and eye on venus, mars,
pluto... Uranus...
i could fathom the universe by sight alone
and feel no inclination to being displeased...
but that image from a dream resounds:

a third of the earth was occupied by
a heaving lung of God
a gigantic volcano...

fear is the mind killer... little fears: phobias...
and i am concerned with the second schism
of Islam:
there must be a 2nd schism of Islam
via the Turkic route:
there was the Iranian route now there
must be the Turkic route...
and a 2nd schism of Islam must come...
because there's just enough spice of tension
to allow it to happen...

bad language...
curse of the influencer...
  women in literature...
oh... i'll sniff out bad practices...
the sunday times cultural review...
sarah ditum:
PONIEMIECKIŁEB
(after the german 'ed)

          women in such positions:
because starting a Nobel prize streak with
AND and no full stop
does not excuse a Sarah from:
'here's the other option: it's the autumn'...
huh?!
the autumn? there's an autumn?
anything particular about this autumn of 2024
that's different from the autumn of 2023?
big ego ******* trip
i will ingest mushrooms should my
grandfather's ghost grip me with dementia...
until then i'll be your grammar ****:
i love the uniform...
makes me feel fuzzy
and... of the furry teeth i get when
i don't brush my teeth on strut...
well... chatter come some Beckett and none...

Jon Fosse i'm yet to invite into my life:
i'm thinking about how much is required
to be wasted for the concept
and project of humanity: to spurr the ignoble
cog in the machinery for the benefit of others
i'm tired of being someone for the benefit of others...

but then all my ordeals of best thoughts
will only reach a small percent of readership...
i wish now that i wish it i don't
wish to have the security of a Roald Dahl blanket
and no...
existentialism will come back again:
when all the potentials of female freedoms
become bland and there's
a need for bus drivers
and there's more need for the gnashing
of teeth and how else without
your original freedom will we experience
the freedoms of this phantom "elsewhere"...

such wealth, squandered...
such parody of the African making beats
and blah blah blemishes on what's written
without painting it, first...
      vowel slight tease of consonant
bonanza... none of it in Russia...
where the Africans have been excluded:
oh... but they can come to Siberia all
they want for their argument of melatonin
or whatever else makes them think or feel
superior in the amnesia of insomnia of
the north... with its perpetual night...

please! come freely! settle here!
maybe the environment will trickle down
and make you shy and become all
melancholic...
a sadness without a sadness that's just
environmental...
you get to adapt like a spider to the architecture...
of a web...
i wonder: would the spider even think
it plausible that an intricacy of forming
a spiderweb be ingeniously planted into:
do spiders think?

                       i'm lost on the tirade of being
jealous of female sexuality...
but i am lost on what comes after...
this need for settling down and finding a: schmuck...
a ******* like one might find a ferret of
a **** hair while having eating out
and sniffed all the glue of a ****...
tell me once more...

          whiff of blonde: we are only here by
rent... rich or poor...
it doesn't matter...
but while the rich absorb all that is potential
of this world...
the poor absorb all that is potential for this
world...
the difference is in that prepositional wording:
OF vs THIS...

              shame not enough English people speak
a second, third, tongue...
by now i have envisioned USA
to be: at least a bilingual powerhouse...
by now USA should be recognised as both
a similitude of English and Spanish...
maybe that's what bothers university educated
women, white, of America...
the appeal... of...

       a psychology degree a blah blah degree...
but can the ***** play the flute, the piano?
no... so she's best at arguing my point of view
rather than equilibrating it and keeping me
in check?
so there's no ******* argument boss *****...
thank god i only have one life
and i'm not god
and that god is malice and i don't need
to have a genetic investment argument
to pursue my thought beyond what
is already being enjoyed... by me! ha ha!