brother, don't you think it strange:
how i whispered to you
before you decided to follow your demise...
how i implored you:
don't be so proud...
don't take it upon the Jewry don't
feed your own demise:
don't impose the crucifix upon others
don't be this Baron Dog Ache Bark...
look! who you have in your defence!
all these pride-riddled pawns
with little or no intelligence:
and that's not me being insulting to
the gravity of your thinking:
yet as a child i rebelled against your promises
of sado-masochism of turning
the other cheek:
i inherited the ontology of oculus per oculus:
an eye for an eye:
pride is not the issue concerning the intelligence
you suggested: but it's much much oh
much too hard to execute...
your proponents and adherents
are those believing proud
with flaky intelligence...
they don't really... understand the quake
of your demands...
i watched you in the shadows and the snow
and with tears i implored you:
don't... make the mistake of being
so proud as to assume you are my god
should i point you toward the Socratic method
of dialectics and thus...
the diacrtical method emerged:
yet you hanged upon your little sail-boat to
nowhere: and how i cried because
your intelligence couldn't fathom
the outlet of madness and that joy of spontaneity
instead your intelligence was pride
and order and adherence to the parody
of the ego-planet of your residing crown and
pinnacle of throne: as tortured: oh
dear child-christ: Lucifer embodied:
do you see your post-catholics and post-protestants
in America...
how they are so proud to defend you
but have no intellectual sinew,
muscle, fibrous eschew nothing!
but i told you! you would never lift this weight
of innocence all on your own...
you didn't listen...
so i stopped tempting you with agitations
of curbing your pride while celebrating
your intelligence:
you stopped listening to your intelligence
and instead listened to your pride:
which didn't mature to the letting go
of how Socrates died...
you had to serve the spoon, fork and knife
torture
and all those metaphors of cannibalism...
seriously...
is humanity truly the pinnacle of your
soppy life story?
are we all going to be these sorry Christ
sniffers
these vampire virgins
these ****-wits?
in the darkness i asked for light
and i didn't see much of it...
                        turn the other cheek?! no!
i will not turn the other cheek!
eye for an eye!
              that's not how law works...
purposively: cause and effect is the relativistic
Omega Libra...
       and the Omicron Iota Phi and Theta...
now fear the dark
now fear the spontaneity of justified clinging
to the last remnants of belief...
because i can't imagine you
as the Savior:
they say, those who believe...
oh Jesus oh Just Christ...
but Moses was more human and
less a Jew than you claim to have been
to be this Assyrian subjecting these people
to 2 thousand years of self-laceration
ultimately ending in the Holocaust:
i'm sorry... what who and why is anyone "sorry"?!
i don't believe in Christ
because i actually think he was
a somewhat arrogant intellect:
his intellect was pristine:
but he didn't service the purpose of intellect
in it being humbled... humming...
i don't believe in Jesus Christ
because as the covert noun-stressor bring about:
Lucifer?
but i am his brother:
my intellectual prowess didn't lead me to pride:
it led me to the circus chaos of how
better to play with the intellect:
my intellect would never dare to fathom
or guide humanity...
it would require me to entertain people...
i can't believe in Jesus Christ...
i believe in the colliseum of Ancient Rome...
i would never want to be so right
as to be so figuratively and unforgiveably
half-witted in being crucified...
what a half baked story!
what a ******* story!
no! that story is all bogus!
            who the **** thinks they are so right
so proud! that they remain silent!
how proud you stood the intellect!
to become crucified!
but you stood! and you were!
latern for all future worlds to come!
now i have to mop up your pitiable remains!
but he was so proud of his intellect:
like Nietzsche was proud of his...
but at least Nietzsche capsized
and drowned in madness...
                           Christ was a curious anti-Hebrew
******... Jesus Christ wasn't a Jew...
maybe an Assyrian most definitely a
******* Egyptian...
i don't believe in Christ like
an ordinary Jew doesn't have to believe
in Moses;
why would a dog believe in a bark
or a cat in a meow?!

the old world surgers forward
lodged
between the three powers
of Russia America and the yawn
of the West the perverts
i see a people already grouped together
in political talk
the Eastern Europeans...
where geographically eastern Europe
and the Urals...
central: axis Europeans...
we are the axis Europeans
from perhaps Estonia but certainly Latvia
Lithuania
Poland
most certainly Ukraine
even Romania
Moldova
Bulgaria is teasing the idea
Russia can have the Balkans...
Serbs are more alligned with
Russians
"we" don't need the balkans
that's how the ethnonym was misunderstood
by the English
speakers that the origins of slave
came from the Slavs... yes... the idiots
who ventured down south for
some sea salt and air of Greece...
southern slavs might have been slaves
but i guess there were also the northern slavs
who were once...
Russia can have Crimea and whatever land they
took...
but... all i ask for... is for Ukrainians to return
to their true origin: and write in LATIN
with LATIN letters...
i don't need that cheap *** Cyrillic Greco facade
i'm starting to hallucinate
we will not listen to the Germans
to the English to the French
they have their own Islamic phobias and
love of spiders... and paedophilias and other
circus clowns...
we will covertly suckle
and that will be the end of us
and Scandinavia can have its Union
and we will have ours
and the other parties can go
their own seperate ways
and we will have Independent Benelux
and Independent Germany and France
and no one currency:
so no Cyrillic deaf Greek in Ukraine:
Russia can have Crimea and their inroads
not much lost
unless it's Hunter Biden's laptop...
or what the **** happened
when gwanpwah wash ashleep...
huh?!
oh indeed: indeed i did indeed see
the full ******* splendour of sunrise
when Muhammad lifted
up his *** in prayer
and i thought for God:
wouldn't that sound nice: ****...
so Hosannah and Allah Akbar resounded
together and i was glad
that the day when God rested
and his ego was born and it was I
and that was funny
when god rested on the seventh?
i forget: i against i:
or the sixth and on the last day of creation
god took a rest: and "i" were born!
ha ha! whoops!
laps in judgement only a silly prank
so god rested and what
comes from a god at rest?
all manner zzzz ssssss ch ch ch ch evil!
clown! on patrol!
bazooka boom boom boom!
what is pure? pure "pure" and also evil?
people say: casually: the good
the ultimate good
the only good
but when evil is inclined to prop
ear and lobe half orbit of brain
and ear...
the purity of evil is invoked:
almost like a prayer
oh god please let this next psychopath
be the purest of all evils
a being with proof:
there is a god
for all of you...
but there is...
no soul... for...                                      moi!
i am in this machinery
of deus in machina as
the diabolos est machina...
          ex                 ex              ex           what?!
did i invite you into the meat grinder
of my consciousness
or did you...
somehow... somewhat silently...
minced yourself and everything about...
no wonder
for the longest of times i thought
my irises were green...
in paintings they are that constipated
yellow...
but in actuality...
there's only black pupil
the grey mother
and the sclera papa... of pure headache white!

Don't **** with me
Unless...
You want to be ******
By me...
Problem being:
I'll start sniffing
Your **** and *** out...
... ... ...
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Leisurely comment section
Left out: devoid.
Blah! Scary vampirism to boot!
Blah: half-wish daughter: not mine:
Make it personal: make it real!
Make me anything like
And then try, try:
To be, just that... and not... "that"...

The magnetism:
or enigma...
of unforced... ungovernable
By any spectacle of demand
for: quality assurance...
physical... labouring;
Just so: Just is... ha ha!
It's almost like
I want to paint an itch...
But i have a forehead:
A headache...
Would it (be) require(d) of me
For me... to have skin in
Order to sense: itch?!
I just wonder about all
These self-entitled black women
Rummaging in Europe
And how... i... ha ha... simply
Don't want to **** 99% of them!
Ooh pooh blonde girl hindsight:
Sorry the libe roulette
Didn't work out while
I do acknowledge a white girl
Finding a black boy attractive...
But... shh shh...
I can't say the same thing about
Black women...
By now calling me racist
Is like calling me an
Anti-Frankenstein-Anti-*******
Inexplicable ontological
White Cliffs of Dover
"Typos" of immovability...
I can't simply anti-racist my ***
Preferences away... you *******
Liberal Albino!
Trans- the **** what new mutation
but of course I want to be
the mad scientist that managed
to ****-breed hyenas with
dogs and horses with ******* camels!
Pre-apocalyptic race and mongrel.

Death has
short fingers
but even longer
finger nails...
I must be drunk
enough to
finally watch...
andrzej żuławski's
adaptation
of: on the silver
globe...
Jerzy Żuławski...
it's not the anglo-sphere
Influencer or
1984 or Zamoysky's
We....
Zamyatin... pardon pardon...
Work politics got in the way...
Or as I like to call it:
When a fox sniffs out a rat:
The rat remains a rat...
But a fox becomes a cat dog
Wolf holy ghost Chimera.

i'd be wrong to disagree with Nietzsche
concerning the understudy of music
per se:
the Kantian noumenon as Music:
and Nietzsche gets invoked from the grave
i understand headphones
when trying to fall asleep in one's bedroom
after a night shift...
****! where's Edie's snoring when i need it most?
or her eating a cherry...
Danny Elfman: batman is dead baby:
zed and batman are dead...
only Spawn remains
one with a Pirate base on Puerto Rico
and a fetish for slave girl Calypso...
now i know
there was this grasshoper
winter grasshopper in my bedroom
and i thought about Jesus and how
he had a horse phobia so he rode
a donkey...
perhaps i'll ride into Jerusalem
on a turtle... or... a snake...
or a war pig or a bull
i was heading into work:
much to your genius...
not getting off at West Ham:
the walk from District to Jubilee line is a pain
2 more stops off at Mile End
a 2 sec walk or change of platform
and these 4 girls:
two all skinny and *******
playing with their hair
and skeletons...
and nails...
the other two: resting ***** face one
with hiding vein scars
and wrists with spikes the emo
then the white haired one
all ***** and crucifixes...
ah! the intelligent cause and horse:
war
and death!
the other two horses are probably donkeys
like s.t.d. and bad eating habits....
so two intelligent horses
and we learn best and most
from war and death
they are the two great educators
war and death war and death war and death...
these two intelligent horses are mine...
yes... music is intolerable when
the headphones are misused...
a bit like those face masks...
now would be a decent time to put them on
to wake us up from the Influenza Slumber...
right now...
just about now...
we're all caughing and sneezing
and sleeping into earning money sometime(s):
like tonight...
and i wouldn't be sleeping
even for an hour: if i didn't write this out!

waking up with a sheering sensation
beyond a measure of the simpler nakedness
found in and bound to animals:
very much alive like the bark isolated from
a dog
and all the same with it:
i have no recollection of my nightly rummaging
in nouns:
sacred nouns whereby a "thing" should be named
once and only once and then
understood as a hidden noun
that is "there" but is more (not less) "there-being";
it's almost hilarious how you can
infuse Heidegger's philosophy with
Hebrew mysticism, although i recently understood
that the study of the Qabbalah is not
uniquely Hebrew in origin but is tinged
with a collectivist reminder of man: to man...
so upon waking
i lay in bed playing countless brain-rot videos
of epic fails and click-baits of pretty girls
pretending to not be involved in *******
and thus post-modernity of post-modernism
yawned and there was nothing but
a sobering grip of fear-realism...
nearing 40 i must be fathoming the most silly
endeavour - marriage: so there is someone
out there for me that can work with my weaknesses
and... it becomes easier rereading some of
the passages from Steppenwolf and doubly easier
to reread a postcard a girl-friend once sent me from
university and she really made a mockery of
the postcard because she really should have
written a letter but she wanted her affections known
for others to read to me subsequently "find"
with an oops! moment of.... her grammar exam
and that she was writing that at 1am
and that's just it: from the cult of James Joyce
to the cult of Nietzsche to no cult of Jon Fosse
and it breaks: heart whizz will and mind to be so staged
excited as i am i can't tell it apart from fear
or how mortality is woven into the fabric of immortal
things and how impossible it is or admire
with a scientific anaesthetic this world of wonder
"companionship" as if it were to ever compliment
our impeding uneventful neglect though
through no ilk sin or anything for that matter:
just the random chance (and roulette) -
so i guess another ***** sharpshooter
(which is not even a cocktail but a disproportionate ratio
of ***** to mixer, more a mascara for the plum
sinner eye thumped in silly - ***** in disguise,
but i like the term sharpshooter) -
yet this fear, this excitable fear this...
                                                oh such an unbelievable
feeling that cannot properly filter through
too many sensations...
                this heart of a drowning this pitiable
courage for what generally happens
to most people, almost everywhere.