social media... consecration: exposed to the world:
with the nigh of night... knits of armour of the knights
of death:
the house is my own telling: either a ship or a castle
and i am the sole-soul captain of two cats
dry mouth: cotton mouth: flames and moths...
cold of the glass percilating
into the base
descending like me on your ****
i lifted the glass
the last of wine with some clarifying blood
of white of *****: vudasusze!
vudadusze!
         O O o o
         o o O O
         O O o o
         (q-cute: acute)

i told you: i stopped writing: i started painting:
skeletons and bushy ***** and returns
to eden via a birth via off / of a woman:
beyond good and evil:
either / or
either of woman
or off woman
either / or

either of a woman
or off a woman...

      the point being: who's eating the pear
while someone is still eating
the apple:
no. no no no...
she's eating an apple
and getting drunk
and i'm eating a watermelon
and ingesting the pill of spice:
currently only the marijuana pill

i'll take rainbow pill of LSD
when dementia:
not the dementia praecox they
tried to slow me down with
in my 20s like bilingualism
was schizophrenia
assisted dying came to England!
finally!

so concerning media:
past social media:
only thanks to WhattsApp...
in Egnland that's
called the workforce group chat
social media:
the working man's social media
WhatssApp...
i'm getting check on by the "boss"
when clocking in:

YAY... i thought it was a girl
messaging me:
this strutting cockerel
is a chickpea in terms of the use of language...

finding music and cult films on
Y-worm...
not tubes: just the Engineer's way
to implore:
see no tubes not aqueducts
just worms and more worms
and no longer dinosaurs and dinosur
telepathic strength of mind and fear
mind is a duality of
fear
and comfort
not of soul...
ask the mind about the rubric of phobias...
ask the mind about affiliating oneself
with: pedophiolia...
         and soul and god are to be bound
to these flickers of intellect:
once apparent: then hiding...
i want to get high and drunk and write you
a love letter...
i'm writing a love letter
when i tell you what i wrote
having personalised the email...
i am the extension The Prophet of AI
against the Commerce in Algorithms...

I see: I taste: I hear:
there is a future 🙉
                        monkey says he doesn't hear
serpents talking
and doesn't see bears showing up late
with dragons
to relieve me of off these serpents
i implored the Lord God
to release me from these serpents
and dinosaurs
and write a history
for atheistic scientists:
look forward:
the ape adored the bear
because the bear
made the most of the spring
and summer
and most of autumn
got drunk
and in winter and the night slept:
from Africa to the Pole±

vampire what AIDS monkey...
i'm looking for a bear...
i'm a king kong already defeated
Godzilla...
but now... comes the: Ursus Rex...
the gorilla is me? me?
the Chimera of the schematic:
ego-super-ego-id: gender neutral pronouns:
it and nothing
are categorized as pronouns...

where? where running bear?
i am a monkey with the key snake clue:
you are bear
i am gorilla: can we at least plan then nexxt 300,000 years...
i want: to overcome winter and night
i want to...
i will have to learn of your Ain Sof
beginning with cats
and dogs
rats... squirrels... foxes... deer...

Winter Wonderland in Hyde Park tomorrow!
woo hoo±!
Mr Jeckyll: where is Dr Hyde?!
ha ha!
          oh ooh it's so sadistically perfect!


the email................
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Mo,

I'm sending you the workbook I was given: strange... I don't actually have units 6 or 7... as you can see I have units 1 - 5 then 9 - 10: I didn't even have to complete units 9 & 10: once I did my first five units I was dismissed from showing any more of my coursework since they said: STOP writing so much.

Do you have any units missing? Now that is rather curious... weird.... can you send me the workbook that included units 6, 7, 8... I just want to have a look at them...

As you can see UNIT 5 is complete... by the way... I got through units 1 - 2 on my own but then my brain died a death of boring language... so I had to resort to chatGPT... don't worry: I actually asked "it" whether I was plagiarizing or not: provided it gave me the answers and I just reworded those answers to suit my idiosyncratic tongue-print (imprimo-lingua)...

I'm sorry that i can only help you out with UNIT 5... do you have to complete those asinine UNITS 9 & 10? When I first started reading those questions I was struggling with a TRANSGENDER pronoun-genderism and neutrality of question that was less a question and something from the ****-stink-and-*****-choking-stained-handkerchief: pretending it to be ammonia or whatever the hell "they" used in the WWI trenches against mustard gas...

Weird... that I didn't have to complete UNITS 6 and 7... 8 wasn't even there...

But yeah: use chatGPT: insert the questions and then actually read the answers and make sure you leave your own language print... I'm not implying "dumb-down": but write as if you are comfortable with giving a briefing to about 10 stewards and 5 SIAs...

By the way: it's not cheating, I asked chatGPT what the difference was between using it and using an algorithm like Google, you know what it replied? I am a personalized version of that impersonal conglomerate of stashed info.

Matthew

p.s. you can actually repay me by taking my advice about using chatGPT to do the modules that I didn't have to do: you at least have UNIT 5 to work from: type in each question into the robocon and see how I answered the question to suit the familiarity I have with using language... then do likewise for the missing units and: IN YOUR OWN WORDS... don't do what I've heard others do when using chatGPT... they use another "anti-plagiarism" robocon... quill-something-something... it's like that, reminiscent: of that, this: the current scenario of people taking antibiotics for granted: using them for as little as a cold rather than using them when necessary: bacterial infections of the chest etc.

Use chatGPT but then rewrite it in your own words: otherwise you might get found out.... or at least: you won't sink into a woman's job of being a ditto-head typist...

I, II, III, IV, V, VI, VII, VIII, IX, X
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10
I, Z, E, G, S, b, Γ, B, P, ю
origins of arthimetic
the concept of numbers....
so no architecture
up north?
so ******* beligrent
and proud and *******
cinnamon skin authority
racism
ugly ******* skinning types...
numbers for the already received
rivers of letters
and the lakes of numbers
not hidden in letters!
when letters were already used
as numbers:
so who do i owe the pleasure
of white
penance... grief and racism...
    
                  i have a dream for a monkey
with the bear
yet some somali fat ***
turns the wrong
all the wok ching chung hype-real-reels...
of lost cinema: silent
and non confusion with the Catholic aversion
to a female ******...
only the silent of birth
of Christ
with the silent deaths of auschwitz...
wonder-prone sun!

i don't give a ****: telling the difference between a ******* kite and a seagull counting: a flying ****... over-celebration of Shakespeare is like a brushing blow on realism... given that crows remain just... now is the time to tell the theatre: no second Shapespeare: is ever going to, come... a Jesus in the second making: and how many sons of the sun and Muhammad included: befell the allure of the sun: without the happy-inquisitiveness of the moon and stars?!

poetry: oh to will this gesture: words that
abide by something pseudo-journalistic
and quasi- so...
memorable: that quote...
from an ancient Greek... typical of a man
who marries a younger woman...
i think of stations and i think that:
if i lived near a train station:
i'd make a fine, fine: train-spotter...
seems these days you need tiers and hierarchy...
but this is not a Platonic bombast
of dialogue, rigid beyond:
nor is this the Greeks and the Trojan Horse
of the New Testament either...

paradox... paradox... Pandora...
Paradox is the son of Pandora...
somehow: just rearranging the letters
gives me insight...
for the P and the A and D...
N and X: Nix... rest assured:
i will not be glorified with stately affairs
equivalent to Shakespeare:
or Newton:
i'm not of this land, this breath:
this historicity:
i'm elsewhere...

and Polynesia is no escape plan:
me migrating to Kauai is not an escape plan:
it's a plan of belonging with someone...
as...
someone... "wise"... in journalism:
we have philosophers(?!)
once said...

never marry a female you make an altar
of a body to ******* to...
oh... clean and clarifying: fancy...
but that's the only way to fathom
the undisputed contests of the sexes...
i am with someone
who cured me of any if any
pornographic addiction
from the age of 8 before i was able
to generate ***** before
***** there was only a knee **** reaction
of a muscular stimulus...

besides the point... what Socrates said:
find a good wife: and you'll be happy...
but but... but find a terrible wife:
and you'll become... a.. marble invocation:
a... PHILOSOPHER...
so philosophers get the wives
while poets get their flings?!

   "paradox" implies... misnomer...
and... and... metaphor...
is it paradoxical that i suggest:
that ugliest son-of-Hera-and-satyr
will tell me
how philosophy devolved
given Shoppenhauer and Nietzsche:
the pigeon was given a
pen: did it stop the pigeon from
flapping its wings and given to flight
reassure us that some
poor ******* will remain caged
in the monstrosity of expected reality?
my coworker is just that:
a Popeye *******...
         Scott this... Scott that...

interlude of dreams:
rather than the interpretation of them:
i'm curious about the vantage point
of having dreams without the luxury
of having to interpret them...

two nights ago i was a Merman...
literally... in dream: that's literally:
i saw what i saw and i was a Merman:
Hail Polynesia...
what was once earth that became sea
and what is now earth: so be it...
Mongolian empire my ******* ***...

i asked: no one... anyone: in particular:
and the Soviets were less inclined
than the Mongols?!
so is "paradox" a misnomer or
a metaphor?
the dust settles... the ashes fathom...:
i am more beast than man
and then more abstract of man
with the ultimatum of nothing to behold...

philosophy of bachelors...
Nietzsche and all the rot that brought Germany
into this xenophobic 21st century of Europe:
i have Russians to thank for the positivity
of stigma on the:
******* basis on language usage:

SZMOTOPLUCHY!
cotton clad and camel jockeys...
people really do... underestimate
their shoreline racism
when i am waves upon waves
of uproar...
i see the fates stumble within the grasp
of the the waves and tides
by: designation of the moon's whims
but then people around me:
freeze: like pawns...

i move what i want to be moved:
reality is a whim and not...
find a wife and be happy:
find a wife and not be happy:
but there was always the testimony of,
actually having a wife...
but the German Bachelor philosophy muddled
affairs of crucifying love and calling
it: all the improper names:
justice... Nemesis...

                 not all men these days
will be equipped with wives
and... and even then:
how many would burrow in the **** foliage
to find or seek Eden
in that furr of **** worship...

sooner the delete: butts: on on...
i just sent her a message:
you rub your **** and ***
all over my face: let's reinvent butter...
why?         oh why why...
because i ******* said so!

to philosophize is to learn:
to be poetically: abrupt...
           spontaneously ooh! ah!
                         like a magic trick without
any magic!          ooh! ah!
i sigh the little sigh...
then...
                   sigh no more.

for all the good:
mushy-mushy feelings
i had when
giving that beggar-woman
20 squid
to go and shelter herself
feom storm Bert
disappeared today
as i saw her again
outside the shop...
and she asked me again
for money without that
formerly inclined mystique
of addressing me
as a kind, young, man...
two volunteers were also
there collecting for charity:
or "charity": some bogus
Humpty-Dumpty cause for
bureaucratic leeches...
and the beggar-woman:
i didn't care by then...
i reprimanded her...
"reprimanded": no...
i scolded her...
she asked me again as if
a ghost without a shadow...
another yet another passerby
or personna-non-grata:
in her orbit of imploring
me for money again "we" were
both kindred spirits...
but first time i was made to feel
like a ******* donkey...
second time: first time i gave
the woman fish...
second time i could see
no need for skills in fishing:
none were available to begin
with: no netsno rods...
so what? more free fish
more Israelite laments about
the land of milk and honey:
manna from heaven?
it's Saturday night...
classic.fm rather than BBC
radio 3: only because it's movie
night with Jonathan Woss...
lisp dyslexic no trill of the R...
so i scolded her:
don't ask me again!
last week i gave you 20 squid!
i fell for your charm
the first time round...
there are 7 million other people
in this urban vicinity...
what if they each gave you
a penny each?!
you took advantage of
my weakness: not my goodness...
well... well... it wasn't in so
many words...
poignant: point being:
do good... as long as it feels good...
there is no point pretending
you're doing good:
if and absolutely if:
it doesn't feel good...
which is "paradoxical":
since when people perform evil
they feel good... or do they?
maybe they don't feel anything...
but at least do good because
it feels good... it's never about
being: good...
being is beyond good and evil:
doing isn't...
some Latin: to better probe
punctuation:
esse ist ultra bonum et malum:
after all what is grey
is also what is what is:
when white trickling into black
makes of it:
not colour but a diluted night
that emerges as a fog...
there is no beyond this
bilingual (elevated)
schizophrenia (de-elevated)...
what am i? a walking fudgery
of pretend good will:
i did no good giving her 20quid
the first time around...
i was plagued with doubts...
with questions...
then came the resolving answer
the second time she asked
and with no Disney-theology
allure of me fearing this
might be a haggard woman
to later turn into an Enchantress
that i might be turned into
a beast that no one could love...
well... someone does love me...
ergo? c'est la vie!
there are people in place
and organisstions who are there
given how asylums once were
and no longer are...

(A 'thought piece' I wrote in high school)

Ok, I'm not paid to think (like the TV shouting heads), I have no real voice (vote), and certainly no credentials - but I'm as invested in America as any high-school citizen can be. I've pledged allegiance 3000 times (hhmm.. do they doubt our loyalty?) and when it comes to loving America, I'd have to say my classmates and I are at the center of the spell.

I'm afraid we're growing up in the age of hate.. the age of phony outrage where each position large or small is high noon and violence is underfoot even when policing ordinary citizens.

We won't address the multitude of old problems in this new age.. we'll just unleash a marquetry of half truths to dispute the proven until unreasoned arguments reach their paranoid fullness.

The real world is alarming enough - lets just push that away and ignore it - while we're at it lets **** shame the poor, the old, the sick, the unemployed, the hungry and the hand of mercy.

I realize America was never one moral atom bonded for better.. but those anvils that forged us appear neglected or forsaken. I'm afraid what's happening now, what we're seeing and hearing now, is a symphony of erosion - that by the time I have any say at all, the middle class will be gone - america turned slum - where even the voice of despair will be turned traitor.

We'll only be able to see our greatness in museum souvenir shops where nothing is affordable and everything is made elsewhere.

if i am to become an American citizen... i'll requote: don't, you... *******... tread... on... me... savvy?! now that i've stirred the ghosts of dogs with sighs and they stopped barking... i imagine... i dream, i remember... i might think: but if thinking is 1 and being is 1 and am is 2... mouth agape... monkey laughing: who the carrot the stick and the donkey?! said the monkey? maybe us northerners are more inclined to believe: we devolved from bears... some say we evolved from apes... but i think we devolved from bears... and who is to prove me wrong? the prowess... of the English anti-racial intellectual elitism?! maybe in America... in the extent of the English language having influence on Polynesia... maybe there i can find my heart and grave and peace... they do look Taiwan'ease sinister... though... these Polynesian hulk and proper bone foundations... half baked Asiatics exposed to the sea like the Mongols to grass, fields and horse *****... hey presto... i also live to get to a junction of faults, ambitions, defaults and failures... how... about... you?

Cartesian arithmetic and algebra combined:
who said: who... who... i'll ask calmly once:
*******! more... who said?
i think therefore i am
is equivalent to 1 + 1 = 2... who?
what about... not thinking:
by not thinking "i think" of...
i imagine... therefore? i conflate...
i remember... therefore... i become melancholic:
i: deflate... myself (reflexive):
my self (reflective)...
                               who for the God's pardon
of owning a word
sticks and pointers... i counted 16 of those
from Y (3 = 3):
unless that's a curve, and a curse...
atop a pine growrth of iota: no diacritical markers
i believe: exist: either of i or j:
disappearing when lodged in the lower-case:
you ******* ***** you think you
think you will get to behavioural psychology
with me?! with me?!
agony:
Y = 3
H = 3, but also 4...
W: 1, 2, 3, 4...
or... 5...
H... mirror mirror on the wall:
who is creature of posits and frames
and dimensions...
and who is in orbit:
i ****** well know that behind the Tetragrammaton
there are two... *******...
two: ******* deities!
you wed phallus **** you wed yourself
and that's why you can't love:
or only love via the crucifix:
you diabolical wrench! you ******* cognitive
tool: i standardized to away with you
i think doesn't precipitate into being
a study of ontology...
i also imagine:
i ******* dream:
but there is no strict Cartesian definition
of faculties and how all of them merge:
converge...
        now i'm at god well ******:
because i gave 20 quid to a beggar woman
and in that i know that i'm not my father
and that bothers me in the slightest of
featherweight: ooh ooh... tickles:
tickles my hopes to being a blond bombshell
tourist via La Chong Ching: Laos Methanol:
apparently it's the new quested
Axua-Ask-Ah: ask Ah first: then Allia...
by the time "we've" finished:
you'll be having this freed Philistines of Palestine
debates: for... for...             as long...
as you... ******* like...
                that's X for H: like ha ha... ha...
let me get my ******* boiling violin out
and play you a sad tune...

ludzie! to jest sie poddac!
do woli zycia!
nad Boga kochanego...
to jest pierw nad monoteizm:
to jest poddac sie
woli zycia! z bogiem czy bez!
ale to jest zyc!
pasierbica: stepdaughter:
regardless of the enchantress
as some beggar woman
who i gave 20 quid for shelter
the other day:
blah blah: i spent more
on prostitutes...
        regardless! i'm still the *******
beast! regardless of my charity...
i'm still the ugly beast of
intellect:
oh Reyla: i know you...
you loved how i said to you:
i'm locking the door,
i'm keeping the key...
you will be locked up in this castle!
regardless!
you can't come out!
you'll be trapped!
don't open the door to anyone!
you hear?!
so me and her mother went out
on two date nights...
first night... King's Theatre...
Phantom... great nights...
second? more of a **** take...
**** take on the English National Opera:
oh the modernism didn't bother me...
but how... can you... square in...
circle out... the notion...
that... a German... opera... could be...
sung... in English?!
stick to your ******* Adlew Woyd Vebbers
and sing-song musicals...
forget opera: or at least don't
sing what was originally intent in German...
ah... theism... hmm hmm hmm:
i have a higher will...
beyond the will of submitting to God...
beyond the will to power...
i have a will: a Latin man's context
of wha tthe ancients were and how
the modern Italians are an abomination
from the simple rhythm of man's
context of fluidity of ***: beyond
*** as trans...
i implore the fluidity of the concept
of fatherhood...
the sexuality of a stepdaughter without
that taboo of: ugly monotheistic
butchery of ******... i... am... *******...
the most elevated... cosmopiolitan!
i go to bed with such ***** flicks you will
never see!
Disney is **** to me...
**** in the zigzag Zizek rereading of Jung...
daredevil... **** yeah...
i submit wholly to life...
ad-islam...
                 life and colour and pictures
came first...
god and sounds... and letters...
i think that comes later... much later...
don't you think?!
i don't i do = i am
i think i don't think = being...

        words like no gender and everything:
most fluid...
is this a ******* joke?!
this is the highest counter intelligence
hype: gimp stressor the western
culture could provide for me
to *******... trample?!

         this is it!? ****** joke: more...
give me a bone to choke on...
                at least Russia i can take in earnest
as not brain-dwarfed into genital-ego conflate
scrambling eggs...
    you ******* be serious in your...
cognitive: it has reached a stage of miasma:
post-cubism miasma:
the thinking has started to become dressed
in stench... a sense-awareness never before
experienced...

  the actual thought process is filfthy with bad:
bad as ****... ******* smells... ugh...
i think i'll need to snort and hark some phelgm out.

this lowest of the low lows of form of employment:
night shifts at Elephant & Castle:
i imagine the Elephant Man... but no castle of ivory:
a day off:
lazy writing:
i wanted some of that
like slow *** with Edie
and Edie breast feeding me:
honey: munch: pooh bear my ditto
i think you are lactose intolerant...

          oh i love lazy writing
and listening to... seminal... music critique comes
out with a: Hello, my name is Bob
tag in a comico-horror movie...
i tried watching a silent movie
two nights ago:
Nosferatu... i tried... i loved the organs...
what a strange medium:
that light came before sound...
maybe that's why silence is so elusive:
alluring:
i once said as a child:
i can't hear silence...
            i can't hear silence...

can i see nothing?
Fire, Water, Earth, Air... Lightning (shh shh)...
hammer weilding lover of words
the ******* Barbarians
the deserts and the high winds
Vikings left us for Valhalla
while the Arabs remained...
but the civilised worlds of men
didn't cherish words and god and the gods
as much as these extremities...
ties to belonging nowhere-homebound
in God a Home an abode:
nomads: i salute you!
Lebanon i cry for the creeping forest
of the North:
with my almighty pines
i will switch them for palms...

from vampire fingers to sticks with *****:
like lucrative Lebowski memes...
spice my life up a little...

so the Vikings were barbarians:
elsewhere the Swedes founded Kyiv:
and i think i was there...
then all the petty squabbles and cobblers
of Rome and Byzantine:
while Arab said to Iraq and Iran
and Syria: hey... bible is too ****** g
*******... i have the Quran...
Quest Ran and rand... sometimes a spontaneous
ghost town in Morocco...

so many denominations and
a monotheism so in splinters
for each a toothpick and a crucifix
to weigh down a spirit in flight...
assunder an d     with hope of drowning
but still swimming...

butterfly: MOTYL
fly: MUCHA...

                 butter in flight? butter is yellow
the white of no colour and the butterfly is
and the fly is... Albanian suss and filter brains...
while England before the Saxons
was like Afghanistan to Americans
like for Ancient Rome:
and seeing modern Italians...
i don't see an inch a grain of Ancient Roman
in them...
Italians are freakish hybrid of
werido... ******* ******... Reyla says...
pasierbica: step-daughter... i think... Fosse...
septology: i think... i thin k:
i sometimes think it's annoying:
annoying is no closing and opening of consciousness:
twos in two and two more apart:
schizoid...
i need for far more brain-cells to die with
my chemistry experiment with alcohol and the body:
pushing limits...
i'm still drinking a LITRE of the "WATER" of "LIFE":
almost every day...
brain is less a concern as KIDNEYS become
something for my palette:
dialisis from Nigerian wisdom...
some covert and CIA zunge tabbing...
i'm thirsty: i want some fire-water...
like spooning honey infused with ****
gob full before the toddler's pool of (the above)...

scuba dive and order an Uber...
people i sometimes mind...
friends like painters and talk of games
and travelling the universe:
talking into the night...

          tic tac toe: spinster: i know she honey
trapped me...
she edited that picture so much i wasn't really
looking at the cleaning and polishing
i was ac tually looking at her psychology:
but then she spinn ed that
           well: can't apply diacritical markers in
the English tongue:
so might as well spice it up
with the antithesis of the apostrophe apostriphe:
some added spice of dyslecia
and X
      couldn't could not
  wouldn't would not
            shouldn't should have not
haven't have not
                   have and heaving heaven:
that's not a haven:
the postmasters of Hell are most economic: ""
pristine in their insomniac duty...

because a new Dandy Warhols' album
is like the reinvention of Eminem
because i don't buy into black culture...
it's rap so boorish and then comes
dyslexic spew boring like Curt Kobain
and yeah x yeah = yeah yeah
while R.E.M. took the **** with a Man
on the Moon...

             post-ethnocide or post-racialism:
when the Spaniards reached South America
and there were black Cubans...
and we said: Latinos are people
of the descent of the Mayans,
            Aztecs... Peruvians i don't remember:
i doubt, therefore i must also negate:
then i think... but then thinking doesn't
percipitate into being: too many thoughts
to posit a pintpoint a coordinate of the whole
of life: i am: but i onl;y come across i am:
when i die...
death unites and clarifies pins and points
on the Globus of the 'Ed...
i don't i do = i am
        i think i don't think: things and no equations...

thinking is not like rain
on the earth of being...
thinking doesn't respect life
thinking is morality and
no amount of haram pork
will confuse you: thinking alone
will do...
   twice over and hello:
bilingualism is nowdays treated
as schizophrenia in England:
or has been... ever since i was:
under scrutiny...

    but then enough ******* circus
allowed the world to be gripped
by... and like paitence is a form of torturing
someone...
i took out two models
in a cascade of words to live by:

the Chinese gold:
treat others like you want to be treated
and
that other one:
the French:
live and let live.