let
the hoof
and hoof
take you\
daughter

i see a great sea, a sowing: a tide: unlike what cosmopolitan Moses could ever bring with war of ideas... i return to the father of fathers: unto Abraham... and there i see a light: guiding... and a darkness: comforting... and i see what i didn't expect and armed with words: i retain sanity... with the great sea of the Pacific: the pacified quest of water... i also see... my own: slouching self-, and that brings me no disrepute or disregard... just the perpetual awe of notwithstanding... sadness.

what diod Abra say to Ham
akin to what
said Buda to Pest
where there a god: divisive lingo of the Danube:
a stick a separatists...
things... seem so trivial:
so tribunal: barbaric elsewhere...
like in Syria:
i do wonder...
      will this next joint venture cure me...
or curse me...
it's just a little **** and i'm not
a party late comer... Jay-Z: last known residence:
a **** of a 13 year old
no sorry sorry:
i too have the temptation drug
but i like the tingling sensation
of a fat cough of a **** rubbing all
over me
and all the minors are excluded...
rub juice of floral
into me and *** ask Satan,,,
punctuatiuon: awry?
       some coma coma coma dots dots missing?
we can salvage those...
you savvy? or privy?
**** in the cell is: a bit...
different... "..."
       so no emoticons and blast from the past
this Niagara fallen stone...
i wish...
times have a changed:
i want more from the Mongolian influence
on the funnel of European reality
i want the beast of the earth to concede
and for the birth of the waters to arise
arrive in me:
metaphporically at first: first thirst
i agree... there is a hierarchy of sentience
before libido and the id cared to arrive
and mash-up, clean up the insomniac dog
barks and fox *** innuendos
of call-mating lingo...
but... there is so much water: a horizon of
water:
don't you think: it would be wise:
to make the prophetic transition of
a Beast of the Earth...
known so... to make a transition into
the Beast of the Water?
and where else if not on the islands
of Hawaii?
just asking: quo vadis?

i can't love Jesus equivalent to women
loving Jesus for the harem and
*******...
                 my abode is that with Abraham...
not with that ***** **** ****
made to dictate the whims
why the Hebs suffered so much
O wind: tell me...
                     he was no patriarch nor
messiah... he was a culprit:
he was no ambition unless
that sole ambition was celabacy and
never finding a woman:
and he was no military leader...
so why this Satanic fascination with him
simply only because:
oh: just because one gets crucified:
one achieves immortality:
satan! un post me!

perhaps the opening line of some little magnum opus
does not begin with either
lineage as proof of authenticity:
as if ideas travel in biology and cells
and not in the aether of some strange and quantum
comings and goings of collective-ego monstrosity
to parallel god
                     the omni- litany that combines the intrinsic
humanity of comparative... relative:
nouns spills into adjectives... i have a vision of
a paragraph that's only filled with p: in mirror:
with an added T, i.e.:

¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶
¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶
¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶
¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶
¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶
¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶
¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶
¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶

           it almost looks like musical notation:
half a moon standing on two legs...
at least that's with regards to seeing without speaking
but reverse ¶
   with something akin to the skeleton tongue
and flesh eating eyes of
the Huan and Ming and D'dzin:
       where do all the ying and the yangs
the demons and the angels find
refuge? i'm guessing somewhere a mile short
/ furthest away from Beijing...
Bay of the Jinn: although i don't know much about
where Beijing is situated
but at least in my mind there's a story about
a sleeping beauty
   a beauty and a beast
and... not that many "charming people" except
for exiled creatures...

       so i wouldn't begin... like so: i'd end: unlike so:
replace ¶
   (the ideogram that lends itself to the complex
spiderweb matrixes of then returning back
to crude sounds)...
Old Japanese still used Chinese
ideograms to conjure up sounds: hence the need
to make the eloquently crude in writing
but speech nonetheless of man and man alike:

etymology and onomatopoeia
along the lines of
thinking about three birds...

the crow, the cuckoo and the sparrow...
why?
etymology and onomatopoeia:
i will even employ two languages
to explain:

vox et resonantia:
the coo-coo...        otherwise by name:
due to its behaviour
a seeker of cuck and helpless mother...
the helpless mother so blind from grief at
the infestation of the parasite
much worse than the bird of brey
and the savagery of hierarchy:
that a bird might eat its own kind
that man would toss man in a cauldron
but the coo-coo became a cuckoo...
how onomatopoeia begins
and ends:
but from there a noun...
cuck-           -ooh...     the male surrogate
is a cuck... and chicken was arrived at from
the onomatopoeia of cluck-cluck-clucking?

               (remember, the computer sonic
jittering of the sparrows:
coded messages, ask chatGPT for html code
about how to encode sound...)

the crow as much said:
KRA! CRA!

   back to the cuckoo in another tonuge:
the suffix -łka...        mmmm'gła (fog)...
   kukułka... regardless how to give sound a form
and say it is bird: k ú k ú
          or if you prefer: the apostrophe can be used
in the English tongue as a diacritical marker without
clear abode: making English a syllabary:
kú kú can be(come) coo-coo but then coil, hyphen:
but can be ku'ku'
                                 yet that sound is clear: distinct:
hard to imagine
so many other things in this world
that make themselves not(!) known (yet not): unknown
like a bucket has no dimension of sound
beside something vague
like tectonic shifts and geology
laughter: of thing crunching thing...
but a bucket doesn't equal a cuckoo:
there is nothing distinct it doesn't breathe fly
or:
i just rearanged: i not i: some letters...
and out came b u c k e t
and out came g r a v e
                    but not so the wind which
is a staggering onomatopoeia
just like i think the name of the god of Abraham
who is beyond the Christian
i don't want to brag
but a patriarch is a patriarch and
not the Muslim Prophet
or the Christian mystic posit of the anti-thesis
of Messiah: in terms of Moses being
a military leader...
                    so the son of man and my brother
and all that talk...

we are still to talk about the crow...
CRA! CRA! you hear it...
the only insomniac bird i know
and i've spent long nights alone
and what bird could i hear in the night
in the cosmopolitan area where men
fled to sleep and conflated death with morose
inflations of a day against the canvas of history...
the crow: the crow would be the only bird
flying in the night sky...

Cracow: Warsaw:
Kraków: Kraken:
           -en
-ów:                        City of Crows...
and a city called Warsaw? by the Uprising mad genius
****** said: let no brick stand on brick
but so much we learned from each other
brother Deutzsche and brother Ruś'yn (Ruśyyn)

war is education: but how many more lessons
are we going to teach each other:
beyond these false educations of neo-con proxy war
new age politics...
how quickly Syria overcame its fear
and said to both Russia and Iran what it had finally
heart to say...
there has been a Christian triumph in Syria:
the quick expulsion of the wicked coward
came through Christian intentions for Syria
and not Islamic:
by now only the Pakistani and minor Islamic nations
are testing the barbaric waters of expansion:
but if said expansion is most crude
in England with...                  virgins...
the idea is vague and almost stupid unlike
how stupid the many gods but
the strength of pagan intellect was equivalent to
saying: the Mongols burned the library of Baghdad
the early Christians bruned down the library of Alexandria...

cra! cra! i heard in the night... oh! oh i know that bird:
i will call him a noble guest of memory
and one who sooth my thoughts of death:
but if ego is the only toy i will have to relieve myself
off: i will gladly give up the toy ego
and its deceptive utility as a character building
tool: this deception of ego
this worm in the flesh of the wound and fruit
of the garden...
i will give up the toy ego
and pass into the realm of elements

                    so i asked:

- c<n you wr^te me the html code for encoding
a soundbite of a sparrow singing?

- to encode a soundbite of a sparrow singing
in HTML, you need an audio file
(e.g. sparrow-song.mp3) hosted on your
server or an external link.
here's the code:

               <!DOCTYPE html>
<html lang="en">
               <head>
<meta charset="UTF-8">
<meta name="viewport"
content="width=device-witdth,
initial-scale=1.0">
        <title>Sparrow Song</title>
   </head>
               <body>
<h1>Sparrow Singing</h1>
     <audio controls>
<source
    src="sparrow-song.mp3"
  type="audio/mpeg">
Your browser does not support the audio
element .
        </audio>
           </body>
                    </html>

or what letters: best approximation of moan
and moo and moon
and the  cow godhead sitting upon the orb
with less a crown
and more a **** on the crown...
i overhear stories of how feminity was crushed
with the passport to the 20th century
and 1980s cinema and babysitting
and retirement state funded
or else by other punctures...

                        i touch crystal upon the glass
of glass it is said: sands...
of earthworms i have laboured like one might
over hyenas and spines
of the elders of the dinosaur humanoids
having escaped like taming
t-rexes and mammals being behind
the extinction of the mammoths...
while keaping the timeless lase tradition:
from lizard unto mammal and to insect
humanoid you will strive...
i have enough time on my hands...
i'll be bored tomorrow...
i can wait with God in the shrine of Yawns
i prefer silence:
God prefers music:
i prefer the Church of Yawns and Yom Kippurs...
and Alms...
     but if god deems music so worth the choir
i prefer yawns... souls rebelling:
whispers... moans of ***...
i like the plethora of sensations associated
with sound:
music is perfection is mathematics
i prefer philosophy and mud...
so i don't reside in the Hall of Vowels blind
by zenith of praise and voice
no echo submit
but is music is mathematics
i prefer the philosophy
and a woman moaning
and a coworker farting
and and and...

a crow's call does not need to be digitalized...
it doesn't need to be encoded:
nor does a a cuckoo's:
they are so much like us...
but a sparrow and the sparrow's language:
needs to bypass the Vatican Dyslexia:
and enter the realm of Cyborg and Japan...
and how to decode or at least
make good of the letters: sparrow...

as much to question whether Christianity is lost to the philosopher's stone of modern banking... so much is Islam lost... in the hands of the weakling perverts of Arabia... Islam is in the wrong hands: Christianity is in the wrong hands: the only true religion is not of ethnic origins... Judaism... i am on my way to sleep having done a night shift where a man was pulverised unconscious by a: slice of a knuckle pie... Islam should be European: origins... regardless... and Christianity ought to sooth the south, the middle-tons... tropic of Cancer originated circa the islands of Hawaii: there's a plan... and my mother will not... satiate her plans to counter that... the word of the will and of the will there be but God... and he was never crucified... perpetual son: and on and on and on...

a map:

/ /

which implies England, the isles
as part of Scandinavia

\/

funnel of V

"western" Europe...
vague: no vogue:
just ******-borrowing harangue...

the French and the Germans
and Italianya - former Rome:
can...
but the divide is clear:

we... from the east already knew
about Thai trans-gender
and Japanese counter-culture
in anime and magma...

Europe is like pitstop...
a funnel...
elsewhere: look! feel!
god and adversary
are associations with the egg: of ego...
what came first: thirsty?
the ego
or the thought?

ingenious ideas never
came from the fog of thinking
in the mist of ego
but from the id...
penicilin... lightbulb....
theory of relativinity...
it didn't come from ego
but from the the id...

the burden to sacrifice us all...

eastern Europe with stronger
ties to Asia...
which cripples modern
western with ties to Afri-
ca ca ca ca....
**** those ****** and halves...
*****
believe me when i say:
i'm not a racist:
but i'm not an ANTI
racist...
i like the psychology of racists...
it's...               it's...
illuminating...

now i sleep...

p.s. i see them: sour and scuragging rats:
the Islam born outside of the
Arab realm... these ****-
and etc.:
these salvagers of an idea:
once you were great: weren't we all?!
but the Arabs can't save the paupers of
Islam with their jaded not jade
black gold myopia
of not-concerning us...

like the antithesis of the novelty of
the novel Dune...
time to expose
expire...
in the dominion of the Polynesians...
somewhere between
where first sail was sown
against
but also to cultivate the wind...
eating nothing but
slug rable purple
poe-tay-tees...
like golf: and a swing...

              when the people of Taiwan
became the polynesians:
a new history without
land but oar...
when the Pacific: the calm ocean
was conquered:
some deliberate oat farmers of
Europe: frightened by the havoc
and anger of the Atlantic
conjured up Atlantis...
somewhere in between: a shadow upon
the moon guided these peoples
to claim: there are orbits of these things
that might suggest a complete form
of the sun...

          salt to wed,
water to filter...
fire to fizzle...
   earth to unearth.
a light of all lights and no closer:
did we make our tread known.

p.s.

war is: education:
but then again: there are so many wars
you can have with a people:
like... German Idealism would never
get the same traction equivalent to
Christianity...
so... why would a western Slavic peoples
succumb to nothing
more than: elevating the ******* and tongue
of Yiddish in Germanic
via the most Aryan phonetic encoding of sounds
as letters:
it's a joke... the supposed Aryans
of Germanic pride: lost the war...
simply because of a misnomer...
"we"... the Polacks...
are the true: twu:
inheritors of Sarmatrians: prior to the Germanic
conceptualization of Aryan...
so they lost and now they have kebabs
and multiculturalism...

H'America is so basic
in its ethnic quest:
you literally have to: ******* fly over the entire
continent
past the ******* and the cow-towing
rednecks to get to something
that's not: Elon Musk and space exploration
via the Polynesians and
all that pacifying in the Pacific...
no sail... just oar...
you want to dive: deep...
digging from Europe and you might just
arrive at: ******* 'Ong 'Ong (HK,
for shortening, starters).

**** your H'Americana poetic of
the cosmopolitan caste!
riddle me... another 5th street of Gnome Cork.

Anime fetish
a Hiroshima on Disney
Eyes
I see eyes
with pupils and
and the sclera...
but no trident
and ambiguity of
grey... as there is no
world: nor death
to speak of
whether
blue, brown or green...
but such is the love delta:
triangular... ancient whim
wish and more...
Of Rome... ancient times:
fatherly surrogacy
I welcome you
with bow not bouw
and
the knee...

The greatest trick the devil ever pulled was convincing the world he didn't exist

No no
God is Great

There was never
A great
Unless a genesis Khan
Stupid bits of Brits
I have one to man
And one to woman
Confession
Upon hearing

Why Britannia
Ruin the Axis
Continental Allingment
Of ideas
A solipsistic mirror of negation
Beginning with thieves
And gvara
Of prison life is Prison
Mark the Toothless
And Mark the Leg
Emily
****- with a -stan so cosmo-
Grass one...
Women say: snitches end
Up in stitches...
That's a cat fight
Men say: little ****
Grassed me up....
The verb alone
Without ugh:
Silent movies
Originals colaged
Against thar Bed
Then Reyla's bedroom
I'm the Evil twin:
A schizoid:
A Fulham FC and Millwall FC
Fan
I am schizoid Londoner

The hardest trick the devil
Pulled...
Magic that became Reality
And
Nothing became the axe
And
By effort of the crucifix
A night of Golgotha
And nails in my head
Like Grid...
Weird to be a Londoner
And not support two teams
U am
I
   Fulham and Millwall.....

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.