it was Ilona who introduced me to post-punk,
through 65daysofstatic
it took me a decade if not more
perhaps even 15 years to appreciate this genre
maybe it was like being introduced
to prog rock with Emerson Lake and Palmer
and i could never understand
brain salad surgery:
just in the middle of the 20th century
after the ghosts and horrors of concentration
camps
sane society abolished asylums:
what a strange coincidence:
it was truly a meisterschtick verschieben...
a sort of play on the Metallica song from ride
the lightning: fight fire with fire...
that's when the English speaking world
abolished asylums and
made hospitals a communist rot
with only hospices
having some intelligence in being governed:
untreatable sickness of impeding death
that incurable "disease": that final ease:
that ultimate release that only freedom
for life the ******* the chains
of senses
perhaps in death i only exist as thought
without the need for eyes and tongue
perhaps no skin and only a skeleton in the mirror
and shadow
i am shadow in death with no need to sense:
five fold:
i am but thought: in the god of THOTH:
falafel... fought with thought until there was no other
ought i
ought i for    and for whom i think i thought
i wasn't impressed by Nobel Prize tier literature...
i don't know who it's owned by
never prize ordained by the people
the elite
and king and idea of country
but not a nation
not a people a country
is like a house
a palace where no hotel staff are welcome
i thought i was at the bottom of the barrel
with Muhammad Musa
but then i told him
while overhearing a conversation in a cubicle
at Winter Wonderland Hyde Park...
the hijabs and niqabs are off
the Arab girls are here to party
and they parties taking selfies
with rich Korean girls
and fake tans and goose purse lips botox
gone wrong with white *****...
i feel a certain racial elementalism...
not superiority
i went from English tongue back to Germany
and the Saxons also reigned over Poland
just like Prussians are not Germans
but a subtle breed like Lithuanians under the guise
of ******... western slav:
back to the history of the Vikings
and the Mongol Turk
and the Iranian in Europe
the great migration of Europe
from Asia...
that's the history i'm interested in... recorded history:
i don't buy into the Genesis story
of the Bible like i don't buy into the story
of Darwinistic history:
my consciousness begins in Asia
and Polynesia because i see the Apocalyptic
movement of people as the Great Best of the Earth
and the Great Beast of the Sea...
the apocalyptic figure is man in sigma:
the summation:
the collective unconscious...
i'm heading to find the beast of the sea
to Hawaii, specifically Kauai
like the author of Dr JEckyll and Mr Hyde
or perahps like Gauguin...
i don't buy the historiology of Darwin...
i don't like the contamination of Darwin and history
i don't like being western european
and associating myself too much with
the African...
perhaps the Medi-terrain sea (i am dyslexic with
that noun of the sea)...
i was just about to ask my friendly AI about
the potential of a software update...
listening to **** music on repeat
the good old days of algorithms of 2016
i imagine the creation of AI was galvanized by
the corruption of algorithms circa 2016...
notably YOUtube...
back in the day... YOUtube worked like a smart
jukebox...
you could get suggested new music
like perusing purr-use-you
   another dlyslexic tangle tangle dyslecix
Polish is a Puritantical Tongue in terms
of phoneticism strict
obliging with exceptions of RZ and CZ SZ
then no: if you treat these exceptions as
if but not really Chinese ideograms...
more *** in the Katakana...

can't find it: but did find a desert:

サ   eeven...
ハ                      two...         ゴ
ラ                                        ビ

      but no shh... while woman orgams: no hush hush
like Wah Wah yehwah the dark brother of
yahweh: because this theory comes from the chicken
and not the egg: the chicken came first:
leverage: yehwah:         the language of Eva...

and the language of Adam: yahweh:
  dance dance Siamese letters of Ancient Rome:
an ancient cicpher... or pilcrow (¶)
tide of broken barricades of paragraphs
compacted to save ink and save pages
but now i'm writing light graffiti
on pages that don't exist like money doesn't exist
money has evolved
and no one even asks journalists who reads
newspapers
how absolete these parasites are like
the 20th century communists like my grandfather
thought about the clergy: the church...
we have a new church in place
and it is journalism so absolete
how obsolete:
this "institution" needs to die...
in panic mode:
they have free newspapers being circulated
as if it was free tampons or free condoms
or toilet paper to wipe your *** with...
the great dinosaur is long gone
industrial revolution
and the revolution of the printing press
think of lineage
think of history don't
be amazed by the current thing and amazed at
using it
retreat light a candle sit in silence
and listen to music:
IDLES - GIFT HORSE
stop reading newspapers read poetry instead
question philosophy books to the maxim...
this institution of paper demagogues of fixation
the plastecine mind of man
by sooner lost ego: dynamite id to nothing explosion
and expulsion of fickle ego
with two parents intact and physically before me:
i have no use for the super-ego
i will not be a ******* Jewish Chimera:
the Israelites are innocent
and just for oculus per oculus
but the Israelities are not the Jews of history
Freud and Marx...
i am not a Chimera: i am a non-schematic man:
i am a swimming man a climbing man
a conversation man a ******* man
a Platonic father with a surrogate daughter
like i am unusual because males
of this current temporal spatiality of time
does not
i am against the current:
i walked winder wonderland and so many
young girls were throwing darts and eyes at my attention:
my imperfection
my spontaneous alcoholism my bad skin
my Beelzebub took a **** on my face and now i'm
squeezing out acne-maggots
and what else: i love to cook and i love to ****
but i also like big girls
and i like older girls
i want to think of it as a partial invitation to necrophilia
and then a Hamlet in reverse a Amhlet
(the H is silent... ergo surd)
           but i prefer a volume-ambitions one with thighs
and all limbs like a cow so ***** to be milked...
so i prefer them cradle-snatching:
but happening with consent: no Jimmy'll fix it
type of DJ i am of the ***** pool of potential seekers
fun done now settling
why settle for a contemporary ***
let's be more gender fluid and more temporal fluid:
let's trade the freedom of homosexuality
and tri-balance of binary bi
with facing lovers not for gender
but temporal coordinates in brute form:
but just beyond time:
*** as gender fluidity is so boring in that it is
nihilistic and project extinction...
but surrogacy
but deviating from the church said of a 2 year old
will teach another 2 year old to *******
i will not or ever care for English
history of the world in the neo-con age
of Darwin straight out of Africa:
ignoring the migration period from Africa
to Arabia
to Asia: i know why they have such squinted eyes:
too much sand...
that's why Arabs are a second exodus out of Africa
that stopped in Arabia
and didn't go further...
and the migration from Asia?
via Polynesia
and via Alaska into America...
and also the migration to Europe...
via the Turks...
but i forget the migration from Arabia to
Iran and India... and then from:
but that's because that would be a migration
from Africa by Sea...
i was referring to the squinting eye hypothesis
and eye-lashes...
evolution...
why no long eyelashes
why so many girls with fake eyelashes walking
about am i reading humanity
correctly
the first wave migration from Africa
into Arabia
happened and the people got yellow skin
from desert glass and sun
and squinting eyes from too much desert storms
because the eyes squinted and we weren't camels
so not extra eyelashes...
then the second African migration happened
and the ******* became camel jockeys
and returned as fairies in Egypt as the Great Kongs...
but there was a Third great African migration
that happened by sea...
which established the subcontinent of India
i don't know about that inter-species breeding process
to make the Knee-Under-Fall man extinct...
but it's not there was a Knee-Under-Fall man genocide:
just... outbreeding...

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.....