you can't have me... Mr AI and Mrs Schematicmensch....
Yiddish and Hebrew
and i wonder about Polish and Russian
as languages
and why Yiddish gave birth to to the Holocaust:
and this is even before Marx:
the Dandy Hebrew Satanist:
i... don't deal in coppers and coins
i deal with lights!
eyes! shadows!
                     why would cleave
why would Hebrew cleave itself
so close to Germanic but not Polish
oh: our language...
was too com[plicated:
that's why the fire star second
cr4ucifixion of pan-slavism
and Marxism was tested on the Slavic
peoples:
we... the buffer... test you:
Hebrew: along the lineages of Israel
and Prometheus...
you who have us this one word:
the word:
ha ha... i'm not laughing...
i don't seek your blood...
i seek:
the **** of my own
making of the Lake of Fire:
i will drink 1L of *****
just so i can write this... and i've already written
plenty:
time...
   time to relax:
in ****** and the Mother Oedipuss..
i wonder... why is more exciting:
i have: a choice...
Reyla ****** and Abusive Father
i know my father...
or Mother Odeippuss Complex
ooh oh oh ooh:
my in tellect intact TTi..

i am an coholic catholic alcoholic
in a lake of Fire...
let me see your dog tags...
your Adam's uvula...
apple...
i hold two serpents
that were once:
now i am no more Stan but Sam...
Satan was:
with serpents...
now comes Samael with two worms...
i came to make you too...
now from the lavish: devilish:
pride myt Lord Allah?
let me be the fisherman
let my last years are months
be revising Kauai...
the beast the sea...

ying and yang:
why and what befell the Hebrews when
they merged Intellect
and Phoneticism and
the Germany and then the Austrian individual:
like Jesus the Syrian
was supposed to be to the Levante...
my *** is stirring:
the Picts are leaving with accent...
Celt... prize...
             i'm leaving too... i don't want to be
here: first the glorious mountain on
an island...
then a giant phallus in the mouth of the River...

the glass of ***** and pepsi
hard hitting
arm wrestle:
now i need 12:000 twelve chimes
of nightnight...
i worked the ******* job
the lowest paid...

we could do 7/24h if on a 3 man rota...
6 - 2
2 - 10
10 - 6

  the hours... without PM or AM
but the zero is clue
to a 24 count...

which makes more sense
than 2men x 14h x 4days
there is
no
*******
relapse into the existence
of a weekend!

ghosts fear me this is not
somew communism:
i wish it was!
i wish was this is revival of communism
as socialism... and capitalism...

i see fish...
and Norwegian affairs of L'Amour...
         but i had the bible in hand and i had
eyes... replaced by the eye
of the beholder: the ****-bearer...
and her: Hera:
the flower-bearer:
the many Eyes-She: And-Her....

                     this History of creating Yiddish
as Germanic-Hebrew:
i'm sorry: bit deaf... what?! what?!
the shells! seashells!
water is like fire
in times of war!
what?!                 what?!
i said seashells in fire rain!
what?!
can't hear you: we're losing patience!
we are pacifying ourselves!
the Russians had to come but
with demons and not Mongols!

Not to paraphrase Heidegger...
rather for an idea to evolve
from da-sein: there-being...
id est:
             there's being: no concern
but yes, concern...
for every knot of no (indefinite
negation) through to
        not (definite negation) -
party theme, ex-prince halfpenny
'irty 'arry in mustard ***** khaki
as a stormtrooper
with Korean girl fetishes for
Yougo Boss the splendour of ZZ-top
Abwerh timid grey
und zee... nacht-schwarz-stiefel-lecken
of those... razor dressed
and attired... evil... evil: mensch...
menace of Yiddish
corrupting the Deutschezunge
that Hebrew could never arrive at
in either English, Spanish or Polish...
almost like baiting the Holocaust...
in the security industry
a sense of commeraderie unlike
communism something more personal
and disarming
humanising a sense of being more
than a traffic cone high viz *****
parody...
so from dasein through to: actual
(but not authentic -
    authentic replaced by synthetic
in turn reaching out from beyond Kant
to contravene analytical approaches)
concern: synonym da-sein:
there nowhere to here and transcendental
through and into her...
a sense of being:
but not associated with time or space...
a mishmash of **** stink cobwebs
***** and spit...
         a zu-sein...
borne of and somewhat off:
together... without a quality adjective
suffic attache -ness
            id est id: vivo, ovo, occulus...
******... ***** Cyclops...
                 zusammen-sein...
      which is more than I can say
for the Idlamic project to convert secular
post-atheistic Europe...
proto-athristic...
it's almost as if these Arabs and pseudo
Pakistani Arabs never figured out
that Pan-Slavism existed long
before the current Pan-Arabic
failure rummaging in it's own filth
of wealth not properly distributed
under the principles of Izlam...
Pan-Germanism was short lived
and it never really was: to begin with...
not even with the aid of the North
America outlet of experiment.
yes: apostrophe is both the 'ebrew
YOD as is 10 and the consonant
******: for the two vowel catchers
of laughter and of sighs (HaaH)
better still: H'H... hayah...
"we" can fiddle with the W as cosine
and maybe even M via the sine fluctuation
or... just appreciate
the flow of the river
or the tumultuous errands of
seawaves nibbling and framing
the shores... as the Moon ***** around
with metaphors of chariots and
chiseled horse hooves.

and i like the challenge to see... to compete... it's my ontological ingrained formidability... of question: to answer: or rather: the unanswared question... which is never an answer... the prefixes... ugh... muddles... hooves... dog started snorting air and horses started nibbling on bones and the apes suckled on marrow: of said, eaten, supposedly, eaten bones... the sun is coming... the vampire shadow of moi is in need of a coffin...

And the devil, who deceived them, was cast into the lake of fire and brimstone, where the beast and the false prophet are...

where is the false: "false prophet"
of Nietzsche
and the Beast that was ******...

oh... but now i know what the lake of fire is...
compared to **** of metaphor blood
via wine to be drained at the crucifixion:

if you know what drinking a litre of *****
a day for years
you will know what the lake of fire is...

i'd like to return to full and proper sober:
but for that to happen
i need a free access to ****:

and only recently i found out
that Ava Lauren... died aged 51:
is it necrophilic still ******* over that
sort of a body like an armchair:
then again my honey
is like Ilona was when i was younger
and Aria Giovanni was on my mind:
but now... but now...

Israel moved against Gaza and
the Palestianians were the lepors in the Arab
world since no other Arab nation welcomed
them:
just like the Palestianians are no ummah:
pure... so aren't the Egyptians and the Iranians
and no one of these ethnicities wants
to be a rich H'arab with fetishes for
blondes ******* in their mouths...

but i know what the lake of fire is...
after all... Jesus only gave you the sip of metaphor
blood and all that poetic cannibalism:
i need to make my advent sterile...
keep pouring the *****! keep pouring it!
we'll get a lake by the end of it:
and it will be... on... fire!

the ancients didn't know the potential
of concentrating alcohol from potatoes...
to make *****:
there was the beer of Plato's muse
and there was the wine of Jesus...
charge up! let's get speeding!
now my lake of fire *****!
and i forget when i ever stopped drinking
day by day by day
to be a functioning alcoholic...
my body took so much i'm categorizing this
as a biblical event...

         then i craft a sucker for the soma
in marijuana and the Israelite manna from heaven:
i need food for the soul:
food for the soul is alcohol and marijuana...
food per se is ****: in the end...
constipated:
i'd rather envision a different Christ...
just when the centurion was giving "christ"
the wine soaked sponge on the crucifix
i think that's when he remembered:
the Jesus was no Jew:
perhaps an Egyptian
a Syrian...
since he spoke Aramaic he was not a Jew
a Hebrew
he was not...                           not!

conflate the history of the Hebrews with
the Polacks... and i'll see you "there"...
anything west of London: i.e. Bristol
is best post-punk music...

the Israelis are innocent under the guidance
of oculus per oculus:
and supposedly watch these retards
call for the British Parliament to say:
****-
     cousin ******* is a sneeze?!
               great Islamic examples... these Pakis-...
****** barbarian...
these footsoldiers of forbidden wear further north
you go...
these sandal donning: might the Finns suggest
ice-skates?!
"conquest"... with no clear display
of... intellect... ****-ummah fire proof...
gonna burn those retards as long as the fire of the sun
shines... and the moon alludes!

but at least the ****** and the hindustanis are
dressing proper for the weather and need
no sandals in the bad weather of the cold
like some cultural pride imprint
and...                       respect an inferiority complex
of no addition to the collective "argument"
to preserve life...

       but at least now i know what the lake
of fire is: it is imbued with me:
lacus ex ignis... today i learned: about the cosmic egg...
artifact:
a refrigerator... a *****...
a dodo... an ape...            chrome hoofs...
built these horses and they
simply won't start to charge instead
speak bad Spanish...
South Merican Aztec revival lisp...

now i go... i go... to sleep...
i've done my work:
the world is in no better place:
and i'm happy... because no clown will ever cry:
beside me: when i... become a clown.

FLT
gmr

hame pbrt
cone.

p;lay
all you
[play
but
play
with
[;s
pl.asyt
playthings

why is London such a **** scene for music?
Bristol: IDLES
play on idols...
Sheffield: Arctic Monkeys
and where the **** were Mogwai from?
Glasgow: Edinburgh: Dundee?
i don't ******* know i don't even
have to like Mogwai or appreciate Mozart
because i have some Germanic inheritance
in my blood:
only Laura Hemmatti
called me Con... Rad... Conrad:
but she was a Bahai and for a while
i was almost in the cult...
it felt funny
trying to infiltrate a cult
but then she spok to Lizzie II
and i don't watch t.v. or gamble...
i relax
by drinking smoking **** and
deviating from the crows CC
in t.v.
                    so i relax by writing...
this is comingnicely:
like a Roman *******
and a Thai happy-endinging
ending massage..

mother: let me create and eat
this carnage
this carnage of < ao
a wom<n...

         the daughter: my monster is alight....
the leftist Bristol Brit Maker:
Salute: i'm off...
Satan my guide: myself my self
the orb of monsters
the reflective and the reflesive:
couple my mind with soul
and see Hell..
couple my mind with body
and see Earth and crumbs from Heaven:
because there are the Elders
and Yahweh
ought to know of the Elders:
there are Elders:
friend:
the godheads of crows and pigeons...
yahweh:
if you are friend
to the crippling ontology of man
from 20th  cenutry tutu
beginning...Rey... lah lah...
Reyla.. ooh... calm your mother...
i'm about to make an incision...

              Reyla bless your mother.....
...................................
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/.................................
(music)
it must be music...
who awards these Swedish dynamite wanks?!
from swing to sandpit
it took him 40 pages later
before fearing to act
and get out of the car:
how long is the ******* night in Scandinavia:
longer is Siberia? longer: i ask?!

what was on my mind?
in writing a sloth
and active in person: short term memory loss
long term foundations
dreams and lacking:
dreams ought to be puzzles
not art galleries
or dreamworlds of graveyards...
i think...
what was on my mind was:
brain skeleton tissues
and skull
then i had heard
and hair...
and a face too...
so suprsising a beard
and then no beard at all...

      howls from Bristol:
left-wing capital of the English speaking world:
oh... i forget...
i live in London:
so now Whitechapel is is Bengali
because **** the Indians said
the Bengali monkey-tiger warriors...\Buddhists on show..

i light two candles for two days
ahead
and the nights already spent....
i need to trims
my mouse tache...
armpints....
and the "garden"...
*****...                            region...

war = wehr...

                                     ABWEHR... contra
the Juice-Step-Poe...

from the pyramids to the graves
then toward the chimneys:
if my eye were less...
              i'd see more... MI5 were the Gestappo
and the gas genocide engineers
then black clad
skull in silver

then there was the MI6 of the *****: the Abwehr....
so little is spoken of the Herr Bond...
in the western:
watch my street... i'm going to get a beer...
when bull starts
charging at
water:
because red was just exploit
bull said:
i was a whale
and the ape used to be bear!
so long Afro-**** honey...
***** envy:
but it was one of your kind....
took the purple pill
the bruise....
pelvis and coccyx.....
forehead... my last relinquish.....

100 in one night
1000 doesn't st4retch the arrogance
of Genghis Khan
but his ***** sisters and daughters are having
fun on Christmas
ferris wheels...
          
where was my imagination:
leftover with dreams? maybe further:
see the night with some light....

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...