i have a title: which is unusual...
i usually write then leave a title like my own personal
signature:
funny: a signature is not:
it's unlike handwriting...
scribble doodle doo d'ah...
  but i actually have a title:
it's burning in my head:

5 days in Hyde Park's Winter Wonrerland...
i have to say... an experience:
there i squabbled
like Dostoyevsky's anti-hero in
the Notes from the Underground:

that came later... underground:
juice juice juice!
some more ***** and coke!
i need to make this coherent
i will make notes!
i swear: rubric!

pillcrow and punctuation and poetry
and paragraphs
and i still can't fathom jon fosse
why the nobel but not a cult following:
what would you trade?
a nobel prize
or a cult following?
poison in the serpents tongue:
fame postmortem...
fame in death
is the only death to have had
and twins to life belong
i walked Hyde Park
as Dr Jeckyll...
Mr Hyde i didn't find: although i tried so hard
i saw a shirtless Anglo-Saxon-Viking
remnant
in the Fun House going berserker
and i thought: my Odin wouldn't that be
a great beginning of a son
this: puny O Thor...
how you squandered your visage...
representation
thus man included:
child: i'm wearing... show me the puzzle...
the puzzle of whom i represent:

KINGSAJZ!
oh my god, oh my god:
English is so dyslexic:
****** is the most pure... of languages:
in terms of letters responding to sounds:
some variations
are included: but only because
the language is ARYAN...
Polish is not a state a nation a people
or a culture:
Polish is a language...
and i sit on it silently with a Lingua Sassi:
the Saxon trade route
via the Atlantic:
i'll soon more to a people who only paddled:
rather than braved the Pacific:
the Atlantic was stubborn
and so cruel
the icebergs... Titanic...
funny how icebergs flow from the tip of south
America up the Atlantic
and not up north via the Pacific:
to an Atheist: what coin flip 5-:50
is there to ratio equal measure
by chance...
but by design... we are VVR: virulent virtual reality:
why do all the icebergs
float up the Atlantic Ocean
rather than the Pacific Ocean:
i know the science:
self-no-self evident... but why not abstract
and compare that natural mechanism
with chance, the Fates: a coin flip...
surely... a Luxemburg sized chunk of
Antarctica could have sailed toward the Pacific...
then again: ooh...
Three main ingredients
water
light
salt
salt is the beginning of the earth
it's what kept the clouds like sponges:
only if i get dementia will
i succumb to mushrooms:
until then and now i see clouds
and sponges and the river of life and its mouth
the sea that became compliment
in body of earth
from water: Hydrogen Oxygen
from salt: Sodium Chloride...
light... has no chemistry...
i even asked for the chemical formula of wood:
there is no! chemical formula for wood!
there is geology... but there are no Woodsmen...

oh my god, i think i'm tripping...
and all i did was
drink a little smoke a little
BIG THINK write paint pain a little....
William Wallace the Gromit
when poetry becomes sort of imitation
digestion...
taking a **** is like not shooting your shot
but instead:
can i have the pear instead?
aren't there more fruits on this cotton candy magic
tree?
so Adam and Eve ate the apple...
what if Adam and Steve ate the banana...
which would leave...
Matthew... and... Edie...
on either a pear... or... hmmm...

                    i thought of completing the five senses
with their uttermost discouragement of usage:
myopia: jumped up... then hallucinations
  sight: myopia
   if there are only 4 elements
and only 5 senses...
but isn't thought a 6th sense
and ligthning a 5th element unlike fire..
nothing like fire...
and nothing is not an element?!

MYOPIA
MIASMA
CACOPHONY

the bad sight
the bad smell
the bad sound

           what other senses am i missing?
bad to touch
bad to taste....

Dysgeusia....
  who married Acedia...
                i saw the widow: then i saw the bride....
i
saw
and negated: thus i hallucinated reality:
best not see to then unsee
simply outright negate
the rain
and the rain...

            so i caught less...
spines of the horizon
from the mosque of the silent mind
but bomber
the buzzing
i hear it
like beehive
i see mustard mingling with honey...
i better punctuatate
unlike who
says
i haven't read both
Nobel Prize Winners
and Cult Leaders
and Journalists...

           do i see a sleepy: doe eyed
Alice from time to time?
yes: but my shifts are over
over there....

                                   my feet were firmly
on the ground... last shift
i left 1h30min early...
it was ******* down:
    i didn't feel right
living a rat's heave in the: paperback edition...
blah blah...
    
            the game is rigged: so who the ****
cares about authenticity:
before the Armageddon Marsch...
i speak of only the two of you:
who the two are:
is up to you and you...
before:

                     & next exit: Mongol by rite, never Arab;
ideologies aside:
i prefer the Mongolian version of Islam
than the ****- or
Arab version... Islam is in the wrong hands...
like Christianity passed down
to South Americans: the Vatican:
and Africans: the Past of Europe.... historical Europe:
not the Europe of the zeit: geist.

i eat the flehs of my flesh:
i don't eat
or abide of metaphors
of wine to blood
and bread to bun-sneak:
cannibalism..
i eat my own flesh:
that's how the vampire
in me regenerates...
Winter Wonrerland
HYde Park:
Mr Jeckyll: halfg hide
half a pound...
just asking:
Evil Eye Omu
Omulettes..
Iranian: ****'ah...
not Sunni...
            ever come acrosss the Freezing Eyes?!
Muslim women with hair
oh hair
and lips...
oh wait... d'uh uh!
the military sercret service:
i get to pretend to be James Bond Aytalloah Who?! Many!
sorry: dyslexia and "dyslexia!...

i burn my index on a candle
then wait
wait...
              then i wait some more
until the scab appears
and i'm fearful of losing my fingerprint:
Blade Runner *** the Shining....

             cyborgs having
human dreams... like so...
bad tract of wanting tact...
               want to be poor but free?
joing the ******* OAT milk club lacto-intolerance...

my god... better than *******...
bite your toenails bite your thumbs
bite your burnt skins
let's not dabble in metaphors:
no wine be bled
no bread be body
let
wine be wine
and bread: be bread!

                let chilfidh yummy squeeze me!
remain! yummy squeeze me!
why are these toddlers
seeking refuge: aiming at my trosuer pocket...
like bonkers ?/+ kangaroos

sefcibd
secinds #secon d== ##
alligned...
            Q.marker / +

Ex. marker / ÷

                        i eat of the flesh ' own:
apostrophe and some:
sum
'nome said: gnome: written...
              '                                       : my...
apostrophe
is the gateway:
to...

vvvvvvv                 shh shh... it alludes
to fish, neatting, allure of a harem... fake!


couldn't wouldn't:
apostrophe O oh:
                
but therefore:
but there's someone i love
and i think love
is so ob=
noxious
#

       1, 2, 3....
                   what homophobia
when there is no clarifying
philophobia?

                          darts, practice, target: Dedalus.

for each of ALL her: her... he she and him: and her O you: oh i... ALL her or hers: the sighs: sighs via: all? assured, exclaiming: ah! as a sigh... brothel Islam like brothel church: mother of bordello... in no defence but at least the witches were banished and so was superstitions about women and bestaility and men and autism... for all? ah: and summon A'am... from all: and ah: to all as Ah and Am... because the Arabs were to learn from the Egyptians: and not criticized the Hebrews: well: they did that: in the beginning: but even without eating pork: became lost in inheritening the ***** juice of Satan: dinosaur black gold: Islam became naturally defunct via natural inheritence stones rocks and Mammon... Muhammad Mammon Mammah... i need to wed Allah to A'am... before it is too late... the Islamic girls are frightened... i'm not surprise why... be: loved: don't idealise the beloved: just be: and so will come of being of the loved... women oh so shy and so lovely women i cant's translate into a universal queue of oglong: ablast... little words... little feelings: but such an intact grand whole unison of a you.. some pseudo-scientist ahoy... or just a compactness of the child before you: dreaming of trans-species in going beyond the races of man and needing toi meet the need for breeding Monkeys with Bears: we are to end up as Monkeys that no one knows who were: but Monkeys that had to become Bears! we can at least say: then man went into bear... from monkey... but where did monkey come from?! Achilles: child: memento of history: forgeting it... ah:am... or perhaps: a'yam... or ah-yam... then came the D with the Veil of what i'd give: should you not be with me... oh Ahyyam... who said Allah was a bridge to brides... an old Jewish seamstress in the Arabian peninsula... foretold cul de sac fates of singletons... who said of the right names in lettering from BL CN: AE: AI:
Ahyyam: no less the Adam of the devil V in the **** of all Eve.

nie! ja tego! szwabowie nie przebacze!
tego FRYTC
nien nein nein!

when Kant said: analytical a priori
via mathematics:
1 + 1 = 2
1 - 1 = 0:

but zero was so late a commer
of the common denomainator
of multiplication:

Kant's a priori
castle: analytic of other horror synthesis:
1 + 1 = 2...
but before numbers were
beyond trans-:
rigidity of letters:
they were:
lavish exports of idea
from India and via
Arabia?
seriously?!

i was supposed to eat a pizza
tonight:
i rather the idea of cannibalism:
writing by myself
is so much more Inshallah:
Bismalah:
      Quran O Aam...
               not Allah: Aam... Allah is a female
name... Allah is the bride of Aam...
Allah is the Bridge of Aam...
just look at the terrified women...
they do not fear Islam's men...
they fear the Male Deity
hidden in the Female deity of Allah:
i wouldn't know:
whether Allah is a masculine sounding name
or whether Allah is a feminine sounding name:
Muhammad was a man...
Aisha was a female:
was Allah ibin Muhammad
was Allah shy loom Aisha...
the Moon the earth and sun the Gravitas?
i think history needs
historiology like post Kant post Nieztsche:
****-scructurists...
   Heidegger...               i'm a disciple of:
the chimera of man
as the schematic of ego super ego id
the scalpel: sister: from a descent from heaven
into a struggle:
Hebrew with Arab! reunited!
joy! O joy to the world
like there might be no end of this drama
of fief and thieves and fire and force!
i am:
the post-monkey...
via cats
via dogs:
who want to make
the daft ain sof
connection with the bear... imprint...
i will not find it swinging from branches
and then onto the moon:
i need to rekindle myself
with caves and paintings of packaging
tomato soups and Andy Warholls
rather than steering for antelopes...
the king of nature is a trinity
of the chimera:
serpent...
yes yes yesssss....
lion, gorilla... bear... banner? eagle...
and ye who want to be blessed
forever:
just the amount of torture of
the fates of sheep and the winds of lacklustre...
but i see the screaming ego:
and i can't sooth it with id...
no super-ego abides to give learning:
therefore from shadow to moon
to shadow on the moon
the eternal exent of nacht:
then onto the sun to scortch.

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.