just above that tier of humor
known as
sarcasm
     there is the Elder Irony
and Irony is wedded to Rhetoria...
Irony is the Husband
and Rhetoric is the Wife
and regardless of ***
biological reality is
such cheap waste of the bullet minds...
the Daughter is Sarcasm..
so now the vile:
intellectual man gets a ******...
Irony i am
Rhetoric she is
and comes the brat Sarcasm
like sanctifying the first
thirst allowances of the you
and the world around you
and you are
Pinnocchio and i am the fox...
and this makes mother
uncomfortable
and there's so much mother of a mother
not daughter of a daughter
in her voice...
the gangster theme:
go to sleep hungry
wake up like the eyes of a predator
a parasitical worm in the ppupil
but then the worms in the iris
and then the worms in the sclera
like indecisions of acne
and the dead white cells like
my body is a microcosm
when frolick with
ego *****
and all that glue and goo..

           aha! now i found you!

"Shem" (שֵׁם): Singular, meaning "name".
"Shemot" (שְׁמוֹת): Plural, meaning "names".

therefore? Ha-Shem-vav-Ha-Shemot...
or Ha-Shem Shemot...

          because we are saying:
/Judaism doesn't allow
for an indefinite article:
a lion is not the lion
akin to Scar or Mufasa...

          or as such: an explicit indefinite article:
implicit being:
names: indefinitely plural without
explicitly implying or implicitly negating...
not-nuacing...

       the indefinite nouns are all plural:
so when something plural
is to be in nouns
the cats: specific to say... the Inglorious *******...
Three Muskateers...
but it's otherwise plural
without article... dogs... cats...
not the Ukraine but simply Ukraine:
not A Ukraine...
a particular or a universal
or specifying
abysses... types or typos...

      ha shem: the name
      shemot: names
                names a:          verb...
      Musubi: the name of a name of a name...
but we didn't learn the name
of god first...
we called fire fire
sooner than we could give god a name
we called a stone a stone
and a bird a bird
and if man is the historical animal
i guess even animals are hierarchical
therefore man unlike
ape
whereby ape is political
then ape is not historical
and that's how Heidegger made summary
in geology
and said:
individual, beware...
just wake up at 7am and go cycle
and eat a doughnut before
but the point being is...
as much as the cliche stands:
by politicians...
sorry Aristotle:
but man is not a political animal...
all animals are political animals
but whereas humans have to give Logos
and words to politics
animal politics is just animalism
we got politics all wrong
when once upon a time
we received ingrained unshakeable politics
without god
but within god's design of
ontology vs morals about...
all animals are politics:
it's only humans that have the worst
politics to express...
man can only be truly claimed as above animal
in him being a historical-        evidence
squabbling: proof seeking...

The greatest poem I ever wrote
was the note I left to a future friend,
a wish, I hoped, that would project
my hopeful mind, and sense of depth.

The greatest thought I ever spared
a future in a dream I'd shared.
A piece within a scene complete,
the place where mind and spirit meet.

The greatest step I ever took,
to take the time enough to look,
to raid my thoughts and scour my mind,
and on my trail my friend I find.

The greatest friend I ever knew.
The friend a thousand times consumed.
By glowing screen and jingling bell.
My friend, I wish, would be myself.

somehow boredom matters and allowed itself
my mind:
restless laziness i am finding
is the required injection
the panacea of measuring the right amounts
because living alone is stressful
and i'm back living under one roof with parents
and i'm dosing self-dosing
i smoked some marijuana and tobacco
in that European hurtful
and drank a little *****
and i'm alone and no wife
nagging me
and daughter nagging me and her
and i smoked and drank a little
because i want to imitate the headache:
and listen to music
and write and if i can't speak to anyone
because the gnocchi came out ****
blame the potatoes
or rather i didn't add enough flour...
what's Spanish for milk and flour?
leche y harina...
         pan y manteca: that's F:
not an S...
which brings me unto the Hellenic Z...
and what will i do
read a book
yeah but reading can translate into a very
anti-religious feeling of organising parts of life
that are questions and the paths
of question-worthiness
most notable in the context of Da-Sein
that would be the You
of the Self the self-questioning
a Moral Gesticulation to Ghost...
i'm back to watching *******
and a limp ****
because the mind is switched on
in the bellybutton the the world that is London:
you need a different life-speed
to question that distance and pockets of time
we are:
   the term escapes me:
but it is hidden in Da-Sein...
              if there is a Da-Sein...
there must be a -Zeit...
                          space is counterintuitive
to the mind... given the confines
of the immediacy of body
and nothing
but also the idea of pets and organisms
and if man is an animal
then as an ecosystem
of bacteria viruses
foreign bodies
and even parasites
from there
working toward dogs and cats
and horses
and beyond that the immediate family
****** and return to *****
a ***** Among the Ecosystem of
the body... and body thus as translating
into the Res Extensa:
that is truly objective:
i know i am subjected to the body
but the body is also subject of me
and as pronoun with only nouns and
no verbs attached to it:\
grammatically speaking
i am by now a liquirice fluorescent octopus...
called Nagging Frankie...
not Franklyn my other Long Lyn... of abstract...

ah yes: for the Da-Sein there must be a different
"there" to being... i need to find another preposition
within the confines of Zeit...

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printing books or going to read
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now i come to think of it...
    
  which might explain why i have yet to make
any money from my "hobby"...
but without a wife to snuggle
or listen to
just going before sleep
it's so boring falling asleep alone
it might be scary for a woman
or lonely:
but for men it is boring...

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in private, this is the unfinished piece...

a cold and sobering April afternoon and
i am still quiet unsure what made me decide to open
and rekindle reading some Heidegger...
these days: notably in the realm of public intellectualism
philosophy is a quasi-science
that rummages in the indecencies of pseudo-
                collectivism of learning or its lack-ing...
the lackey bridge of "concern" for "truth":
even though such a fascination with the ordeal of life
is unfounded in anything being beyond mere
gesticulation... that so much of this world
mediates emphasis while at the same time mitigation
is (if not merely as if): blinding to find the culprit
of "thought": that grand moral ought of lost narrative
for / of(f) self...
           coming across the term hisotriology is unlike
coming across the term history -
       apparently time is very different in the realm of
history when compared to time as a measurement
with space too being made compact...
there seems to be no clarification with regards to
measuring: that in science time and space are not
allocated constants:
like in painting: if canvas is the space
then time is the brush... and the science is the painting
in between...
             yet philosophy is a luxury that in the cold
mind of this German existentialist is nothing compared
to the romanticism of binding philosophy to poetry
because: as such, there is no more poetry left in me...
consciousness and logic with appeals to instinctive reasoning...
'the animal which is the human being is identified
as the "historiological" animal'...

work phone?
what work phone?
Jew?
whjat Yejoo..
             phone whjat phone?
apparently
mine craft
is like ROBLOX
solution to AI-*****-LOBOTOMY...
just thinking....
i get a Ken Doll and Eddie the Iron
Maiden the Edie
jujst the jusitso: Tower of London:
got me thinking of the crows
of Mauai
and the Sparrows of Kauai
and chickens
zo zegulls on the calf island: big:
volkoonisch...
        volcanos: my recipient
of respect:          if not on Hawaii
then Khamtchatkhah....
so like Jesus is still King
when i tell you Jesus is but one
Universal piece of the puzzle
but not the only and final piece...
Democracy of Time
Alliance says.. ideological 1 + 1 = 2...
and this: only unshakeable:

        it is  not Jesus Christ alone...
this self: and self- and "self"
            one's one:
two in toe twos toe toes...
            why mirror this false reality
this one human boundaries
of saviour....
                 i don't undertand
the falsifying of the quest:
my queen: menu... something one might
do with a smoked: mackerel.

as a meditation:
seeing the Word
and therefore
what is at the Noun of Nouns
YHWH
and Ha-Shem
but what is at altar of the Verb of Verbs
the Pronoun of Pronouns
i think people
are experiencing God
and therefore their Egos are Conflated
i might be
slightly off the of Of
but i still write and
like the equilibrium of
bleeding eyes Bruh
glued to television screen
eating popcorn with dad
watching a football match
Modric...
Royal Real Madrid
and had 4 beers in the day
wentcycling for watermelons
need music
need tyhe grey
nine in h nails
i want to ******* like
an animal...
Griandosi Mirror:
Liz and Eddie
tghfth WIG ******
i type something for my "girlfriend"
my daughter
i type Ray i see sunlight
i see the famnous Sorrogates of Rome
the St. Josephs
the Cult of Joseph
the vervent Catholic Anti-Catholicism
STIGMATA
the cult of the mother before christ
and the father after christ
words thus bribe...
pstchadelia of the mind:
to cage to unit
to western civi culture brick throw
equals war and mind
to insomnia bound
day-dreaming a night
a dream of the Baba Yaga...
i was dreaming of the Babyah Yahgah
the woman in gyod synod
wrestling with Achilles
while getting lectured
in foot massages in Polynesia
and Turkey: solo clumb...
barbers in Turkey
i met the Ottoman Empire...
ask for the ****** of Romania
then ask for the Barbers of Turkey....
my Claret Carpet
of the rich and paupers
and rags in drags
and then a Deeper Red 6...
   Evil Empire with Children
QWorms abnd Qcrabrabbis..
         NonQ AI
ask again...

litre of ***** waiting with me
ub ny skeletons
my YNWIB
in learning Saxon
and there is Death
on the Donkey
you forgot the 4th of the 5ths
of Jesus being Death
the Horseman
the educated man
the Reflecting Man
with the Reflexive Mirror Reality
of God
cannon fold ego like morse code
bull-et-ayin...
i wanted to disguise my dyslexic
nervous ticking lkike like kli like
the clock of death
like the mammal hot *** with god
so the Elder Lizard replied:
we also had a god:
that came and revised...
not via the Cruxifixion of Man
but a Message from Mars
to Venus
and how the earth was born:
the womb the battle the worm...
the Elder Lizards
said: but our God sent us the Meteor...
how elsssse Elsie...
not the earth orbit born?
when the Meteor hit earth scratch itch
thus was born the moon...
more special because of the Romance
of the Moon...
            like this is reminiscence concerning
world war I and world war II

i wonder: these 5 months
by then she should know me
and know my mother
and how i'm trying my hardest
to persuade my mother
that it was the right Choice
and then i saw a world Redeemed
without the need
for the Crucifix the Sword
the Father and the God before the altar
of how well the world can be timed
with Sultan Socrates
and the Cenobite and Goat and Satyr...
Satyr Socrates...
   like Saint... sing along...
Saint unto women
but Satyr the title given unto men
who... apparently... give good head... who give...
good head...

who this
Paraclete-Anti-Christ...
there are
these are the Twin Titles
the Mother Ordeal:
Pisces will
batter Gemini...
these two shall be wed
in the marriage of war
of vitality after: life...
resonance of ,marbles
and lost plots and really good ,movies
trying aout
Hawaiian...     and the undercurrent of '
apostrophe: into dive mirror ,
comma...

behind the wolves...
the foxes
on the disco quest for night
behind the wolves:
the foxes...
then rats...
then cockroaches...

woman we are foxes
Noah said we could imitate:
giraffes
and hedges... hogs..
      i say fright Asia AZJA Russia
RUS<<>><>M<<><<
this is also torture:to quake and be so
supposedly awake...

Arsenal vs Real Madrid
on the t.v.
with popvorn
corn:
pop: c orn
with father being *****
and prayer
i will not pray
without my authentic me
i will not believe without
a me and authentic
and the less the supposed
birth of stressing
individualism
then having the burden
of solipsism so biological
in asrtronomy the reign of the stars
of the narrative...
          
     this supposed: fly leaf;
goad: weight...
and: as: she: walked: confined:
in the early: hours:
so imperfectly mine:
i: see: i: i: see: you
                 there in morse: and what exits:
n'est c'est p'as:
          people are talking
and football is beautiful
Arsenal vs. Real Madrid...

      i think of little beginnings...
and i think of a little boy
in the hands of a little girl...
i want the reinvention of Adamhumanity....
i want just a tiny tiny
defect like ego is spermatoid...
not a vector
just a pre-mind sterep=ty[ods
hearing... d'ug... doggie...