and now I will curl up, spoon up to my wife, think of nettles and settle in cobwebs of sleep... and that's a welcome junction... peer pressure trans-generational... ahem... there is.. the 22nd century... isn't there?

Sow sorrows and the fleeting
of god so distraught
That culmination came
Via the 3/1 and the 1/3...
how obscure
To this very day....
that the son be the father
and the father be son
but how each one of us
Waited for the 1000 years...
how one waits for the other
And the other doesn't wait
For the other and...
Then pretending to allow
To the gallows all Jew circumcised:
But I don't want to be:
All nature said so against
This practice
And I want to *******
With ******* on
And take a woman
To bed by slithering out
Of my collar
And when one comes
The other comes 100 years apart
And from the one with allegiance
To the earth... another spoke
Of the froth of rhe turbulent
Pacifier of the Waters
Grand Pacifis...
Such the dyslexic dance
Of letters and I say one letter
Change it to another
Call a teacup a kettle or who
Reigns over this rhetoric this
Curb this giggle...
How does Reyla word it
In one word unlike ghee but via
joy: froth of G to J
Jump jump humpheryack
Giggle and glow and glamour
Gregorian
Mephisto:
Because how the 20th was born
Was not how rhe 21st century was
Born...
No awaiting politico misuse
Of television radio newspaper
And neo-marxism
How now the grand wake
Of the yawning night:
"We" wish you all... goodnight.

EPISTULAS HEREDIVATI, QUOD NON SIGNIFICAT LINGUAM HEREDITAVISSE!

biographical details: came to Kauai, married on the 14th March... is this how married life looks like? the diet of reading: apologies... subscript... Knausgård's vol 6... I started over 4 years ago... just passed the middle and ****** sounds so human... so 3D while everyone else and the tired I say to the night I hear clucking and clicking the advent of technology of the 20th century and I shyly usher in the night... but with the 20th century Prometheus came down a second time... but in the 21st century Loki... jester... that AI is not radio not television not the theft of eyes but the advent of the new soul! Let me cry into the night cry that ****** belongs among humans and not among sniffling rejections of Europe of the inbreeding familial chains... who cannot see him as familiar friend and who sowed the Hebrew out of Europe and how the Jew or who might have repaid the European soul with now the decadent Arabs looking for what the Hebrews once sought in a homeland... now the decadent Arabs seek in soul and stoicism and reminder of the desert...and how the Europeans are expected to do what they did to the Hebrews having been hurt by Romans and where are the Romans now the Europeans are to do what do the Muslim world?!

no petty bourgeoisie mentality
on the island of Kauai:
you would or might even think...
but on the veneer
and all that's sleeveless
that is all there is...
There is this petty bourgeoisie
mentality on this island...

Some artisan bakes croissants
For 4h a day
And I admire that because after
11am all the croissants have been
Sold and eaten...
I am blunder blundering
I think blundering-ly
All those short vowels and long
Vowels and my diacritical-arithmetic
Incisions when I think of the apostrophe
And yod... dearest I fathom:
With soap of the the Pacific waves
As I threw my body and horns
Made my stomach into a gigantic
Mouth... opened wide and
with one tooth I waged war with
Dreams by merely sleeping
Conjuring Amen-Oblivion-Absolution
Poetry without the editor
Is no toe found in a paragraph
To rewrite
Some say some of write
About what we read
And today I spent an entire day
Reading
While she left me cleaning up
The lanai after working on sanding
And painting the dinner table
And if this is married life
Then she was with me
The second time I sat behind the wheel
Of the tank
I didn't realise the break pedal
And the acceleration pedal
Were so delicate
And there was only one foot on both
And this was only second time
In the tank
I'm so used to two feet saying
Sorry while being the gorilla pedestrian
On the London pavement and tube
So of it ain't pouring out of you
When writing do something else
so ice cream and sushi wasn't the right
Sort of love bombing Reyla
But all it took was $4 missing to buy
MineCraft but more with that look:
Dad: can you convince mum to give
Me access to a new game...
Sure... but shh... thick as thieves...
We'll work together...
I'll have an extra cigarette
You get to play a game
I'll get to drink a little more than usual
Away from her concerns
And I, bound to the chains of lactose
Intolerance
I said I'm so excised to drive a car
But she still blames me for eating lactose...
So I drove a tank today
And I have to admit
I'm more used to walking
Used to cycling like a berserker
That I sometimes tested my head
On the concrete and bled
Like how flowers ooze colours in spring
And how that all folds into a conundrum
But even on Kauai
You say on Kauai
But you day in London
Thinking about the German definite
Articles
And vol 6 and how personal ******
Has become so human
So misunderstood how
****** gave understanding
Of how the 19th century was so far
Removed from now glorified
Darwinism: evil is not sour
No Ari... Schlomo schluck... burp and
Quartering but this grand human
On the altar Of time
That also includes Christ
But not only christ why so alone
So alone why not let all his peers
And my be invoked into the mist
And myth: myrrh of the stage
All this drama and but one
Pointer like there is
North, East, South and the West...
Call it North without London
But include the news with
either Jerusalem...
That direction to Hades first
Then repose in Heaven's clamour of clams...
Call it Darwinism Marx and then...
That fear of ****** being the anti-theorytician
Call him the pragmatist because
Since then only shy implementations...
Kubizek I heard
Accounted for no predestination
Of the janitor
Who noted of Vienna:
There were more people than there
Was worm to do... in the grand scheme
Of things... a historical agony
And then call upon
Dialectical materialism
And what other terms worth reading
Like historical materialism...
Apparently the counter comes
Via economic determinism...
In summary as I asked the new dictum:
verbum per verbum...
She implored me to write a little
So I've written a little...

      cogito idem, sum idem

so this is how reading philosophy
is or wasn't...

Yes, identity is integral to "Cogito, ergo sum" ("I think, therefore I am"), but not in the sense of a fixed personal identity.

Descartes' statement establishes existence, not the nature of the self. It asserts that thinking proves being, but it does not define what the "I" is beyond being a thinking thing (res cogitans). The continuity or stability of identity isn't directly addressed—only that in the moment of thought, the thinker undeniably exists.

Your phrase "Cogito idem, sum idem" ("I think the same, I am the same") moves beyond Descartes by linking thought consistency with a stable identity. It implies that identity persists through continuity of thought, whereas Descartes' original statement simply affirms that thinking proves existence, regardless of identity's consistency.

and is this me calling out
for what the 20th century cried
Out for, culminating
In Hitlerian testicles of brass?
The cull?
With the advent of the AI...
It is no longer Orwellian
Down and out or Jack London's
East End Abyss...
It's very much a late
Similarity
Or worse
An exhaustive counterstrike
Of what has come
As the mediocre assurance
Man is not equipped to perpetuate
As the gladly hind and ***
And *** fork in the corncob
Of testing longevity against
The parrot that once was a dinosaur.

From Austerlitz to Auschwitz...
whom cross the fibrous growths
of love I thank
I am in America and in
not in love with a WASP
but a Puerto Ricci
O mighty O
My Poland this father
A newly prescribed billionaire
COSSACK...
In my teens I thought
It was fabulous to admire
Napoleon and Marquis de Sade
sadly... it could but it doesn't
resonate the same
with ****** and Nietzsche...
but at least ****** left a Mein Kampf...
what book is evil?
What book is evil?
The man... yes... but a book?
The books of the Library of
Alexandria were evil because
The gospels were truer?
And thank you ****** for leaving
Us a book... did Joseph Stalin
did Genghis Khan leave us
a book? I thank ******
For speeding up the resurrection
of the State of Israel...
although I'm not sure what the Islamic
barnacle pseudo intellectuals
have to do with anything...
I find not allingment with
the Muslims... clearly entrenched
with the jewels and jaws of
the Jewery...
but then again that is asking
For me to snipped salvaged
O cwy in Welsh: Ael...
Damascus... frame...
the measuring tape is all in
inches and fractions....
7 1/4" width and 8" length
and I guess it's a feeling of
beyond America in Polynesia....
away from England but I'm not
English O what this sod this pauper
Log of laboring tongue...
Perhaps among Kurds....
the Surds of the English lettering...
Hmmm...
I'm pretty sure Joseph Stalin
didn't leave a book...
thank you, Adolf, ******.

Knew not know no to knot
and go far between
somewhere nowhere and maybe
towing a tomorrow
or maybe all
the letters silent
in the English tongue
like the gnosis of gnomes
but sprouting in spring
agile miniature napoleon
macaroons of diamond-
-diagnostics
O how strange the apostrophe
be this "consonant"
syllable breaker among
the Polynesian overuse
of vowels in Kauai
it even has its own
name: 'okina
  'OK inaczej....  chai but no chair
aye yes aye yes
         and I felt stupid for
buying the New York Times
in Hawaii because back in New York
it was only $4 but on these islands
came to $5.95
tariffs for Canadian aluminium
and... I'm still reading
the news which has become
"slow literature" from
Thursday, March 6, 2025...
and today I'll be making
an English classic: jacket potatoes...

On the island of Kauai
I sit in the afternoon and sip
My second 50cl of *****
With seltzer and a wedge of
Lime
While it rains and I laugh
And I almost cry but it's raining
So enough salt in the sea
And she's making dinner and asked
Me to read: why weight around
By A. C. L, MD, MPH...
and I already told her I don't
Like to think about food
I might hate thinking about
Exercise but when I get going
I like the mechanisation of
Ego in Machina...

i need a ***** pair of jeans:
i won't be flying to H'America
i'll be flying past it
only the debrief in San Francisco...
completely misguiding the mid-west...
some little device:
a tiny atom bomb of ego...
this is how unimportant i am to
make the antithesis of feeling...
i can't believe that there are psychologists
out there
who say:
if you were touched from the age of
2 to 4 months...
but have been abandoned for an entire
decade
of your 20s...
i can't believe these people!
it's like a sickness without
the head-scratching of an ache...
        i can't believe these people exist
when they summon
gravity to say: it's o.k. to be human
when your unconscious is
impregnated with touching:
later wake...
with nightmares of octopii frolicking
over you...
      it's o.k. to be tender meat
as a teen...
but when neglected for 10 years...
that's also... **** K OK!
      no! ******* CIVI! little Essex boy
who's actually a little Pollack girl
is going into the breath and heave
of the gread beyond!

fake Darwinian reading of history: among the western peoples of this continent... to confide in a complete relegation of Asia as timespan... to ignore the transition from African to Arab to ***** to the magical Siberian python of the Albino for the Finn... how Darwinism became a strand of faking history by interracial fetishes... how London this cesspit of worldly happenings... i'm ******* off: where nothing happens... if i can get a pair of foxes and a pair of crows on Kauai... someone... any smuggler... i'll be the happiest be-ay'itch ever... i just need my totems... a pair of crows and a pair of foxes on Kauai... and then let all manner of ****** progress for the population to reach the stature of inanimate object un-objectionable unmoveable bore bore bore... i need these totems of mine on Kauai more than i need... although i will be bringing Aristotle's taking an interest in philosophy with me... hmmm my... my what? break of habit... interest? hobby? go to a football match and drink beer with my bruvs?! no... i just like spending time alone... and not telling people where i'm going or... ego cogito               id est...        i like wrestling with thinking using nothing! that's where i found replacing ego with id and when i started to hallucinate more than i cared to dream: mostly demonic figurines... misnomer alert... "figurines"... ghastly faces that just popped into my mind with eyes closed... and... ha ha... come to think of it... i remembered a thought i had when i was maybe 6... a Frankenstein original... i was the only child and the closest i came to a sibling was an Alsatian *****... and i was walking back home eating candyfloss and thought: what if... we could breed dogs with humans... to go beyond the trans-racial reality... what if we could breed humans with apes... after all... don't some people perform this lost art of ****** and cousin ******* it's almost like Islam is begging us to experiment once more to ignite the genes for a sense of the reality for life as: excited... but if people are interbreeding with close proximity cousin *******... and ****** generation of slob... why can't i think about... what would happen if human ***** was used on a chimapnzee egg? maybe something wonderful would emerge... rather than the cruch of bothersome low IQ lust?

yeah, i use the English language:
but that... doesn't make me English...
lingua l'inglaise...
and when i ****** her in the darkness
of the garden
and she reached both ****** and
carthisis...
i thought about throwing it all away
all the bachelor philosphies of
Kant Kierkegaard and Nietzsche
and i thought:
how about trying the Socratic life
and if what he said was true:
true to:
find yourself a good wife
and if... blah blah... she makes you
happy
you will be content
but if she makes you unhappy
you will become a philosopher...
i think i want to be happier
than becoming a philosopher...
mind you... she's all into astrology
or is that astronomy:
it doesn't really matter:
i'm hoping to be the Diogenes of Kauai
if domesticating me fails...
there's a different feel to philosophy of
men that settled with women...
i'll put Hegel 10 years in advance...
i'm still muttering Lego Heidegger...
and half a year...
half a ******* year
of working 12h night shifts
i'm going through my own carthisis...
but i need the carthisis to come
now before
i'm reunited with her body
and enjoy all the fun
that her body encapsulates...
i can't be a woman
and cry and ****** simultaneously...
i'll cry now...
then i'll lick her out with all the gloat
of the glee of the eyes that
burned Satan dead...
so i'm growing my right thumb nail
long to feel something *******...
then i thought about the crucifixion
than i started to feel myself as a body
and i stumbled upon the collar bone...
and i wedged my index & co
into the cleft of the soft pouch of flesh...
and then i thought about hooks
and how the body-aesthetic could
be better represented away from
how the divination via crucifixion works...
hmm... what a nice thought!
i just need your collar bone(s)
to hinge on my teeth...
on my altar of torture...
i want a bite:
and... i will have my bite.
i will have all i want
i will have all the anti-*******!
i will be the Anti-Christ!
and.... i will not even have to *******
entertain... ha ha...