i think it can be, universally, acknowledged:
that:
the political emphasis
on protection the rights of women...
elevating them (even)...
from any sort of perspective worked:
up to: the point: but... otherwise:
there came a conundrum of:
so... we are told to protect our species
via *** X...
but *** X is unwilling... or... whatever to meet
the demands of the universally sparing existence
argument being: better this toil and untold
misery: than nothing at all...
it's rather strange that we defend women
in their currency of freedom and infanticide...
clearly giving them the same
clarity of the "question" of "worth"
akin to men who had to...
imagine the slaughters of **** of Genghis Khan
and then the microcosm of abortion...
i don't know why we would need to fight for
the rights of half of the species so willing
to play the ultra-nihilism game
that's otherwise reserved for the masculine
crux of the lost endeavor...
why would we... want to protect women...
if... infanticide is the ultimate measure: corrupt...
why would i want to defend women and
their rights... if their sole concern for
rights
is for a quantum universe of me
being unable to say so
because... m'eh... the imported living potential
of other cultures where this value
is not under-nourished by the spasm-of-solipsism:
why defend women...
if women opt for staging the right to abort children:
what sick... minority voice-over is
dictating the rule of the index:
when society expects the rule of thumb?!
what sick minds operate on the guarantee
that women alive: can...
abort children...
why are they excused from manslaughter
when the evidence is: SYMBIOSIS...
what ******* crux of the impossible
blindness is SYMBIOSIS this PARASITE
what what what?!
**** it... learn to drive a car last...
learn to bicycle... learn to swim...
learn to ride a ******* HORSE...
**** a woman...
then get to grips with the gears
and the clutch 20 years later...
hey presto: learn to cook a mean pasta in-between.

well, i still think i about Christianity and where and how it spread under the governance of Rome, but Rome never came to contact with the Slavs and the Baltic sea so... even now... the way it CAN be persistent, in this mingling of Roman antics of how familial bonds can be unorthodox and there's no blood lineage like there's Abraham and how Solomon is the definitive son of David... well... truly... it's all about the congregation of humanity and the spoils of: no war happened... we can be uncles and nieces and grandfathers all the same... as long as there's a guiding principle that doesn't focus on the melody of images... imagine the desecration of the Necropolis, in that... this guy had a hard life... but died a death in his sleep... yet they persisted... to mark his grave with a cross... even i... i... "i"... i? i?! he would be *******!

for the sake of recollection
and at least this is the one exam i can't really over-study for...
because... learning to walk doesn't count!
doesn't count!
gurgle choke laugh giggle
ha ha ooh smooth like Swiss cheese...
now i will try to impress you
with something like coding dictum
via ">" and ","
but not it's not a question of
"question")?_
(?) important?! no no... Wilhelm the Dying Foe
the actor... in the labyrinth of that film
that almost teased at Ingrid Bergman because
it was all black and white....
and snow was once
and the ice age was once
but then Climate Change was like
the End of the Ice Age
and....
o.k. o.k.

learn to walk is out
of the schematic...
first imprints

learn to ride a bicycle <
   learn to swim <          
now i call that finding the center
and no Newton... or something...
but it's sort of making your body aligned
to the fall and then unable to fall:
if the story of fallen angels was told
through the prism aquatic and Poseidon
i wish Yahweh had brothers
like that...
but even with Jesus Christ
and globalization that's near impossible:
sheer! the goats don't need their beards
and the sheep don't need
something akin to a tornado of a rodeo
and the bulls come bullfighting nonetheless
because there's so much blood
and no...

so...

learn to ride a bicycle < learn to swim <
what did i learn next...
oh ****! that's it!
learn to ride a bicycle < learn to swim <
learn to ride a horse < first encounter a woman <
have *** with a woman...
feminism hoo ah!
learn the bicycle spaghetti learn
the slurp and slow return
learn to swim is as much a learning
of accept the fates of the seas and tides
and learn: to not drown...
learn how to ride a horse...
learn how to joke at Alsatian shepherd dogs
tricking them: oi! swish! catch'ch'ch:
police nearby... the Alsatian: huh? idiot...
but after learning how to ride a horse:
comes a long wait...
< have *** with a woman...

can't help you matey... mate...
that's difficult... **** a woman and if any woman
in question is near: a coconut
i guess: retreat... learn of the existence of god
retreat become a hermit a recluse
write poetry and read Finnegans Wake or
something like fundamental like Proust
but
oh wow... you meet a woman
and then she's like: *******! *******! learn
to drive! you need to drive my daughter
from X to Z... and Y would i...
the car comes last

then again:
learning to drive a bicycle is like learning
to swim: the gravity impetus...
horses are exclusive so no comparison
first earn the trust and the allowance
of dogs being stupid
but then comes having *** with a woman
and driving a car...
Essex boy says
i only had 4h of driving lessons
and i'm already geared up for
speeds up to 100kmh
and how much of how driving a car
is a CLUTCH and how much of ***
with a woman is not *******
and what is the CLUTCH in a WOMAN
because a woman is not:
riding a bicycle
swimming
riding a horse
is very much the polymath aspect of
a snorkel science giggle with an octopus
i... oh jeez.. too many personal jokes
the bicycle < swimming < horse < woman < car...
i can only see it like that...
why would i want the woman to come last?
there needs to be something that implores
me to not allow woman a status
for me to be complete
a functional "being"...
to **** with ******* women proper...
by the end of the roulette i still want
all the remaining secrets of society...
and that's invoked, proper, with driving a car...
not ******* spelling words proper...
in English: within the confines of "orthography"
that Jackell and Dickens cared so much for
for about
orthography without any diacritical stresses on
letters!
******* English at least in Poland
i can look at the English
like i don't give a **** about never will
in Hawaii because that's just Polynesia
and blah...

now the saying should resound: given the fate of Europe, prescribed by the Jews... we should have hanged more burned more... now we're all getting is this cornflakes and dusty... it would appear that not enough Jews died before this virus of Christianity was finally devoid in our spiritual veins: when we tried to appease it with Buddhism... but Buddhism failed us... we wanted to be left alone from this: ha ha! ah ha! ha ha! this ******* worth of having so much science but the basic Rabbi geometry... what will the kippah niqqud teach: leech off of me? ****** might be dead: but... i still have nostrils noticing a whiff of... DIS-EASE...

**** tow a hope for English:
i just, don't: know:
what used to be an escapade into
Shakespeare has now become
this devilish smiley...
this Bangladesh in the *******
part of London: and the loons
are orientating
and the whole wide world
just spins... apparently with gravity
intact: there's no spinning motion invoked...
it just so happens that i'm
supposed to feel the last felt breath of freedom
of thought with the "English"...
ha ha! ha ha! ah! ah! ha ha!
the "English"...
before they did what the Polish-Lithuanian
Commonwealth intelligenstia
boor... dunno... you ask me one thing then
think that Christianity is a European affair:
Christianity is great...
if you're a Polynesian... in the necropolis
i see it:
the life already hard
and once you die:
they plot a ******* crucifix atop your head
at the ditto of your name and
subsequent grave...
and then there you are:
the life so lived so mediocre...
by death alone achieving the
transparent god... and "god"...
because by death alone in the ditto:
you earned it:
and that politcla sentiment clay clay
of women and their rights
like:
****** is forbiudden
but don't you dare! don't you dare!
declassify us murderer prone
because... said albino monkey
took to a hooplah!
you ******* urgh: my pro! choice!
so much for the choice that leads
to a dead end...
but are we defending the easiest
quest for ******?
i mean: my junk my *****...
hell... let's have a genocide!
if that's how it's going to get played:
i want war! war! war!
i want to ***** out a war!
i want Armageddon! enough Apocalypses
have...     i've had enough!
let my ***** and outright existential war
that Christianity was...
begun
and ended in a civilization of the crippling
of the inherent ontology
that's assured has been for many to know
the language of the flora of the north
no one asks about Christian Eskimos no one
no one one why would you ask
the Slav whether he might adopt Christianity
why ask a German why he might
now watch how the Holocaust happens
now ask if you:
oh i'll wait... like a slithering dark
naked angel eye of hunger
before
the Altar of Islam's INSOLENCE...
i just find ISLAM insolent...
and easily crippled... by a project of SOLO...
it's too ****** and i'm not bothered...
it's too ******* **** JAPATI and ARAB BLIND.

+i'm getting so miasma prone headaches thinking: well... if i were a Napoleon and someone gave me a gun... imagine how many people i would have killed: without thinking of one! ha ha!+

and if you are to see: horror of mortality:
first: with a thirst of memory:
thirsting: first shown:
when and then
you must see the glaciers
of the labyrinth: most corrupt:
by time indentation and time most
corrupt:
in a foreign tongue:
this tongue is not my own:
this zunge...
diese zunge ist nicht meine eigene
**** happens
a Heidegger's hammer
becomes a Matthew's clutch
or a Konrad'z bicycle...
you want to... see... wink wink...
horror?
i believe you! i believe you
want to see it: feel it...
but now my feet are pedestrian
and CLUTCH and etc
and i'm just talking about life and
life best happens when it is
talked about
summarize for me advances
when she said: whoever said
she was: sperk bank donor
to the head: spearm: spyr:
tortoise?
so the politics of the left
if i be right
is
equivalent to...
ensuring the rights
of females...
while at the same time
the moral quest...
they get... to perform infanticide...
so there's death and death breed death
and sorry...
call me spastic mr fantastic
but why but what given of god's green
earth
would i treat: in earnest
a woman's right...
sure! give her the right to vote!
but please don't give her
a right to reproduce:
if she is...
so
******* stubborn on the per se momentum
i mean: jukebox me...
i am going to go wholly poppy cutie pie
the **** when i might get aborted because
she's this ******* fake assurance
gizmo of...            eh?!
this world is to shreds like
i understand...
Christianity is a great Idea...
but like ?Nietzsche said:
it's not one for the Hyperboreans...
Christianity is great...
but not for the Europeans not conquered
by Ancient Rome...
this ******* RAT THESE ******* RATS
in this endless night: begone!
Christianity suffices to explain what happened
to the Polynesian People...
i hate my wife for thinking:
Christianity is universal... like Buddhism was?
tangent off **** me Christianity
is great! but not for everyone:
but not under the laughing tokens of haha:
turk + arab
Islam is idea pressure to suit us best!

+clearly, the ears, are pivotal: in terms of coordination - and the eyes too, but the eyes seem almost secondary...._

because i'm not a poet or a feminist or a vegan
or a combination of the three
because i'm not a vegan poet
or a feminist poet
or a vegan feminist
or a... i forget the quadratics
i like listening to Iron Maiden...
the driving instructor just said:
CLUTCH! CLUTCH! CLUTCH!
i said that with capital letters and exclamation
mark for my own emphasis...
so after i had enough spatial awareness
to go beyond the clutch for starters
on the field of maneouevuring
ontomatopoia
i will... leave a trail of spelling mistakes
because i'm so ******* excited
that i'm learning to drive
about to turn aged 39
and i'm also so excited about being
a man: a male... a man male...
******* narrative of the oppressed
peoples seems so strange when
you don't include the oppression
of how society starves for vampires and werewolves
and i wonder
but what of the LGBTQ++V/W?
what about the vampires and the werewolves
and the zombies and the mummies?!
i already said it to my wife
i don't need to say it to the world:
it's super serious it's super exciting
but after spending 30min with her on the automatic
gear box
and now the horror awoke and it was
big at first then shrank and became little
and i don't care what EVEN SHE WAS SAYING
shut up: the vehicle is alive i'm
flying
i'm dreaming
driving like this is a rebirth of the 20th century
since it was so freely avaliable for so many:
i don't care about spelling mistakes!
i'm learning to drive a car and not turn a car
into a tank and plow into a throng of people
at a Christmas market
or a bunch of junkies at Piccadilly Sq in Manch
Munch Ch'Ch'Chichister... **** yo boyo...
i had my highs and thankfully this is one
of them:
i'm not a poet i'm not a vegan and i'm
not a feminist:
i'm an example of some who says:
well... CLUTCH! CLUTCH! clutch before the hammer
of the STOP and the CLUTCH!
ghost limb and later an ego limp
from an automatic gesture
like salutations Hail Hishy Shaft and Shudder...
i don't know...
i went onto the balcony and thought about stars:
replied? blank... an utterly dark black almost
deep purple song alike so where
did the stars go?
but i'm not a poet a vegan or a feminist
i'm not a vegan poet or a feminist poet
as i am also not a something-or-other:
i just want to escape the cage
of riding a bicycle and swimming
and i acknowledge that people exist
who know not how to swim or ride a bicycle:
my grandmother...
hmm... i am just writing *******
and pretending to not think about
geopolitics but that doesn't really bother me
after all i might
end up being armed with a tank-of-potential
but i am no Shakespeare no rhyme when
once upon a time rhyme was cute and it was
written with intended rhyme so that actors
might remember lines
but we are not remembering so we are
forgetting so we are not going to rhyme...
why should poetry rhyme when there's talk
of emails and the wolf folk...
but at least i have the awareness of a cyclist
and a pedestrian now driving...
well... all i'm missing is a ******* ******
bullet and hole and aim...
because when all these proxy wars come
to pass and we gear up for Armageddon
i'll hope to be the last person to learn to drive
a car
when all the Japanese truck drivers slurp
and pray before their bowl of Ramen
and my stepdaughter breaks all her teeth on nibbling
on the dry p'ooh... oh hell:
words mean **** when you are given the feel
for a clutch and the two other pedals...

... and if there was a lineage of philosopher
and self-help gurus
who first learned to walk
before walking learned to trust an Alsatian
shepherd to put their entire arm into its gob
and before the people most precious
before the stubborn socio-political demands
for journalistic crab-bucket "democracy"
before some awe and yawn inspiring happens...
before all that
before all the physics:
i was young
and in mny youth i was supposed
to be planning a trip to the right of Columbus'
Copernican "prose"
way ahead in India and Thailand:
****!
i missed the plot!
All Saints: Pure Shores
with a...           Promise... Reyla and Priya
could fathom coconuts and peanuts
and elephants...
but i landed with a wife in somewhere
mid-/ late- Polynesia culture
and i'm just getting to the GRIT and GRIP
and also learning Polish Prison spreschen...
CWEL for a MYZYG another presidential
candidate and so much reality
is so Catholic in that it's so more distant
and sort of abstract in the geo-
geography and grammar and that part with squares
and algebra...
i think i have extension i call limbs
and limp knit picks and some other: ghosts...
but then again... i only have words
and i only have abberations...
hmm... and sometimes i call that love
and it's comfort profound to know
i was a pedestrian and a peasant and i've seen enough
because i'm so exited that
one liter of ***** will not get me drunk
beside there's a beyond i'm singing along
to a Christ Rea song on the M25
and i'm not getting ghost limb
itch because:
Mr. Mateusz the CLUTCH! CLUTCH!

then towers of time shine with a shrink
and the pools of the emblems of
space expand
and such is the trivial manifestation
of the mortal-play
that i found ?! and had a future
in thought
and went beyond mere ought-i and i-ought
and it happened so:
that from working within the confines
of earth
there was a heaven of answers
and a hell of questions
and the mediators upon earth
asked and asked...
but at least in heaven i will have
answers while
in hell i will only have questions
i don't think of Pavlov and
the bell chimes and rewards:
just give me the basis of infinity:
the basic square, magic:
the answer from which i can work with
and around...
not this salivating stupid... just the basic:
huh?!        aha!         hey presto!
if you think that god doesn't worry
about the existence of eternity you might be
quiet wong in the yolk of...
god is worried about people not having
the lost stomach to live to eternal...
sanity breaks like any machinery...
at some point i hope this fail-safe machinery
of planets will stumble:
burp... peasant *****...
but until that perfection fails...
we have hope
in reviving the smart
and the perfect engineering solving
problem and answers...
so until the planets stop doing what
planets might stop doing:
and we can stop claiming power of ingenuity over
the Devil because fire is less than
dirt from the basis of thirst
and need for problem solving
the Devil didn't know anything about problem-solving
so he was proud but if i'm surrounded
by people in an Islam pseudo
Death Cult and this passive Asian ugh
i want to get away from your \
Ninja breath-take-aways of
uncles and demons and
rotten ***** of the hijab....
      i don't want to live among Muslims... period!
get me away from these ****** junkies!
**** me: i'm getting arachnophobia feels!
ugh! get me away from these inbreds!
the Hindus know what i'm talking about
no wonder they are bombing the **** out from
these sand-*******! ugh! ugh! ugh!
i'm not a poet i'm not a vegan i'm not a feminist...
i'm just learning to drive a car...
a tier above laughing while spitting
at a camel
and teasing while ******* a crab
to valk STR8....        boogoo... who would have
thought that ghost need both bed-sheets
and cushions to borrow: boot... dunno...
New York stinks...
i thought i was heading to the Raj and Thailand...
i ended up in Hawaii...
if god doesn't live in me then
god needs no other place to live
for me to otherwise not speak: and him to: speak.

so i detoured into the necropolis
thinking about the Young Columbuses:
the poets who died premature deaths
when the 2nd Republic was shortly founded
before **** Germany
and the Soviets made "us" buckle upon
a dream...
i walked into the necropolis
i heard voices from outside
i cowered
i rolled a cigarette
now i'm listening to some Chopin
and i have: literally nothing in common
with the multicultural ghetto and psy-punk
tendencies of the ruling alt
of the anglophone realm
it's so sinister:
i'm not already twice removed
in terms of immigration status:
no wonder this boy came from this ****-hole
to now elsewhere:
but it give me juice... oh so sweetest
and there's that sinister barking of the dogs
like my property is my own
this sinister barking of the dogs
and the dogs aren't sinister at all
just the facade...
like: should i be wanting to live in
Modern Japan or **** Germany?
i don't know: these pseudo-Luftwaffe:
linksgerichtet! linksgerichtet!
schnell! schnell!
achtung! achtung! bitte?
i no longer know or care
perhaps when we are to be resurrected with
the dogs barking...
i will summon less of this modernity
post-modernity pop and more
like how the SS-mensch come
the cinematic ordeal of bullet
the train available is settled
and we are we are we are:
oh: this cometh: viz?
this ancient ritualism of Rome?
and yet the biological strigent
like i don't mind sharing and raising a tent
with the glorified blessings from Nord Afro...
i just wonder:
my place in this world: is there...
a place... in accordance with being
and via being with the world
but there's none if all the artifacts are
music for the guided wound up muscle of
happy monkeys...
i'm a happy monkey:
aren't you why aren't you:
we are the albino sloth and sleuth...
the clock tick tocks
as i was walking out of the graveyard
\i thought iu spotted a rat
it turned out to be a hesdgehog...
hedgehog...
twice removed on immigration...
but the people just come as they want
and as they will
regardless of bureaucratic pressures
regardless
i'm so ******* CRUCIFIX obedience
for the sake of: nodding like a Buddhist
TRI-ASMA of ******* guillotined...
how can you help me when i am so sore
i ask for help there is none
i ask for none there is no and help
and you can't solve this conundrum
of a pain that's a numbing
you can't
i want to cry but i can't cry
so i preserve continuing this bogus
affair
and there's so much history
in the tongue written that will leave me
defaced
this language of coordinating ninja Mecca
cheap Pakistani "grace"...
i don't want to live in this Babylon...
it's almost as if God is
making it known:
that Lucifer will be Atlas...
i'm twice removed:
i thought it was a rat scuttling while i
was emerging from the necropolis
but instead i found a hedgehog
delightful creature:
mein nacht... alles ******-verrinrung...
komma! komma!
al heil beschwichtigen!
    NAWIARGOCKI SZYM: O PROSTO:
SZEJ SZEJ! GOWNO
TSY: i MAM~
                  it runs a careful caress of
wonder: this tick tick tick
the clock
by 5am i will forget and she will
tell me:
Puerto Rican: but you must remember...
***** this is nothing
to do with OTTO of the West Side
Story...
the... NECROPOLIS comes...
like a gigantic slug this monstrosity
of **** and mouth and teeth
either side...
i pity the tides that ripple the fate
of London...
i pity the ghetto fabric of London
i pity this focus on the Emblem on the Eye
of the Perceiving not the Perceived
Eye i feel so negligent
buying my grandmother flowers
how
how
how i am punished for probably seeing her
the last time...
how i am punished while so much fiddle and nuance
is beset before the ordaining for
the existence of god
but if not omni- litany of god exist
then at least there is but i...
and by i alone i am allowed
to give measure to distance and sensibility
and all that... jargon juice...
ah yes... here i reside: i am closest to perfecting
the anti-thesis of fire from clay
by being this desperately alone...
and alone:
practice this petty feud...

as rereading of poetry (my own) goes:
it would read:
well... at least his father would be French
and the Lion would return
to Rome from the island where he would
leave a chimera to play with the unicorn
upon the question of the seriousness
of lineage
and i gather: my own life has taken
a funny escapade of demands and focus
because i should have been driving
before i have been walking in this modern-ity...
but before the sacrifice of
for now this man belong to the world:
he is not a man of the world:
he is a man who belong to the world
i was whispering the name like a football
chant: ole! ole! ole!
maybe when i die there will be a Pope
from Africa but before that stage is set
Islam needs to learn a few lessons in history
and history hasn't been kind to Islam:
initially yes, perhaps yes...
but history hasn't been kind to Islam
but at least the remains of the dinosaurs
in blood and all those little Towers of Babylon
in Dubai that all the Pakistanis are talking
about when they talk about
those who erected them in modern slavery
via Bangladesh for a few of us to not break
a sweat...
although this is not reminiscent of what it could
be
that i must feel so tiny
i did say! i did say! i hate this part where i "think"
i'm right... i did say: a Frenchman or an Irishman!
and down below
from above on the Papal Seal:
the Fleur de Lys!
and i just like dancing a dance before time
before anything truly happens...
and it seems i still wonder how to take Chriatianity
seriously i still think about
militant christianity i started to think of the empires
of faith and indeed the nation-state has dwindled
but not in the way the classical anglophone world
knows it as strictly individualistic
monkey trained capital and the freedom march
of miserable women...
i think... oh to hell with it... i'm going to drink
to the pope's health!
i could never succumb to the North American
version with those bogus preachers
i suspect the one billion strong army
of Catholic souls will grow more so now that
like Judaism was opened to the Gentiles of Europe
now Catholicism will be open and become
inheritance tax on the juke of the father
and the miasma and mothers of virginity...
i might suspect a revival of Catholicism in America
if England is going to continue to presevre
that **** way of going about capitalism
and the crushing of the individual under multiculturalism
one way: but as long as the minorities get to
their conclave and their ghettos...
       i like being intuitively aligned to the times...
and now i distance myself from my writing
as i have no ***** Roman jokes
i'm not even going to gloat...
                      because i'm already killing with a kiss
the vampire of learning the theory test for my
driving test
and i'm passing all the time and i still need
to do those 30 hours within the confines of
the driving school and pass the internal test
and then i have to leave to do Wimbledon
and some concerts in the summer
and will have to return for like a week and do
the county, external exam...
                    so if the Indians are at it with the Pakistanis
then it's a reminder: a new bishop of Rome was
elected
or just prior
because i then think of orthodox Christianity
and that's so obscure after the intervention
of Islam
at least western Christianity had an idea and blossomed
while who is to say anything spectacular
about orthodox Christianity in its origins
in Syria and Greece and Ethiopia...
at bit like those cognitive tourists pseudo-poets
from America in the Beatnik brigade being humbled
by oriental thinking like all-is-nothing
like then go to the Chinese market
and sell dog and cluck and spark a conversation
about t.n.t. and Batman and HIVCORONA...
no fool you but at least i adhere to the instrument
that dictates to me...
before the altar of the name and the dates
the confines of the grave
the open air... in the necropolis...
it's not the Cathedral of St. Peter
but my little brick corner of the coliseum of mortality
and the grave is where i pity my little thoughts
and i pity my little thoughts
because that's where i trap my ego
my ineffectual ego in all its egoness or egoism
and i know that the voice in my mind
is mostly trapped Satan
and i don't mean a Satan of grandiosity Miltonian
my own personal ineffectual vegetable state
sATAN... the Atman or somewhere in between...
but from one shadow to another shadow
a key was passed
and i hope the world didn't think that
this institution would bend the knee
and simply give into the people and say:
a BLACK POPE! since an Latino pope just died...
i just hoped there would be true learning
in judgement
and sometimes if you can witness an Electoral...
it's better than living in a Democracy...
yes... like what used to happen in
the Polish-Lithuanian Commonwealth:
whereby only the nobles were given rights
to elect a new king of Poland and
the king was elected from the lesser kings in waiting
of other nations of Europe...
well... so much for living in a Democracy...
i much prefer living in the crab-bucket of
the secular pride and agony of the current spoof
and **** mustard licking non-budge:
if there's that Hill of Rome with the Shining Light
and that process is a Tier above Democracy...
i will sooner believe in that Process...
whereby the Informed Elect are given
EARNED rights to vote...
than giving anyone the ******* trickery of:
where no hand washes another hand
instead probably resorts to ******* or choking
another or sign-language
and the grey matter of politics without the clarity
of 20th century adventurers of the desports
like ****** like Mao like Stalin:
those SPEZZIALS... of the 20th century:
dwarfing the authority of Popes and obviously
the Kings are extinct... are going to be:
the last reserve for some bricks and mortar relegated
to England
while Whitechapel Whittle Ingsh'shleen land is
and is the stink of New Bombay...
because you might think because it's written in English
it's not half rotting Irish and i want to
go away...
but at least in that sort of Democracy i believe
the process... the pomp and measure and circumstance
i believe in the Democracy that Elected
the Pope...
i don't believe in the Democracy of the People
that Elects the President...
because effectually that's an Election of an Election
and when i tried to vote in England
i realized i couldn't because there was too much
blockage
and i gave up
also realizing that i wouldn't be voting
for the Prime Minister but my local Member of Parliament...
so England the the Vatican aligned
although the Vatican makes more sense
than England
England is **** ENGLAND is ****
i don't care what it believes by now it's delusional...
i believe in a Democracy of the Elect...
i don't believe in a Democracy
as some bogus "god" given or "ontological" ripe
way to prescribe how people organize themselves...
i don't believe in this American Democracy and
its subsequent clamor and itches...
i believe in a Democracy of the Elected
elected through duty and patience and perseverance
but to give a vote out just like that...
who could possibly believe in the western
notion of democracy
when that sort of democracy of anyone for anyone
i believe in strict rules i believe
in being informed...
kick a rock down the road and call it a disgruntled
mountain...
like the media that parasite of democracy
that is this beast...
thankfully the Lion has returned to Rome
from the marriage to a Unicorn in England
and i'll maybe i'll whoever will leave
a fake Lion a Chimera still wedded to that Unicorn
and perhaps the Lion will return to Rome
and what a great opening with Ave Maria and talk
of peace with a smile
because i too wonder what the stresses of
that position will bring but then you wonder
how resolute and Park-Ming-Son
   Jean-Pauli-zhe-Sek-Und woz...
                                and wow... these elections happen
with such spectacular precision children weep
and i'm lost in believing the western world
or any alternative is giving me enough
care to worry about the world to preserve itself...
i'm content:
i did whisper the name... leo... leo.... leo...
ah but with hindsight and knowing how the internet
works: charlatan! you want to be right!
not really...         i did predict a Frenchman of the throne
of st. Peter...
double whammy he also has H'American credentials!
ha! and there's me also applying for a Green Card
to ******* to Kauai... so... m'eh m'eh... BLAH!