ZROZUM...
   i                         (under-stand)...
under the standing of the English that's like a prosthetic
talak of the talk of the decapitation
mirage...

ROZUM         mind...
i don't like the English tongue as much
as the Irish don't love it...
so let's get across a Joycean cocktail of...
but let's not be so ******* sober about it...
or parading or pandering to the est.
order:
us ****** rats are much assured that
even with a billion Chinks and Indis...
don't ever ******* buying coriander seeds
in Poland:
they're never fresh:
they are ******* raw HIND i can't explain
they are bitter! bitter to hell with cooking with them!

i have a b lind spot ot sp'ot
for the last remaining Greek letters...
most
notably:            KSI...
the chum of PSI...
but...
for some reason PSI is a psychology
relatable fridge magnet
like some ego id superego beacon
therefore
the sigma of the concepts
the grand...

        funny how ἐγώ
is not... ηγo... but oh my my...
doesn't the latter look... prettier...
even without the "unnecessary"
diacritical pedantry of the Greeks
in light of...
what? a Christian revival?!
i still have one or two... maybe...
three...
Greek letters... numbing me...
notably...:

the Roman inter-fear...
Ξξ
                and      
                 Χχ

last time i heard that's KSI for the former
and there's no silent Pythagoras for a worth of
pity the pie ate by the fat glob roundabout
concern: is it: pinnacle?

ζ for snooZe... i get the hum
the intention and meaning
but forgive me when this parachute
and the paraphrasing and oxymoron fatigue kickers
a dog learning the human face
reaction, tactic...

i think i have a wife but she called me
stupid last night
i was drunk she was *****
i was stupid
but now i'm alone
and i think i can do best in terms
of using language
like she's this grand curiosity for all man
and i'm getting bitten by truth-venom from
the ancient snake and
i'll keep her... snoring... i don't
mind...
once the Greeks eradicate the conflation
and confusion of the followed
                                  !   !
        no English:          Y
                                     i

there i will make: effort for architecture of
cloud...
and my name will be worthy:
twice worthy: beyond the concern for
the Israeliites: which i have forsaken
because i don't believe a people
could be so willing to be so blind
so ******* stupid so Holocaust oh jeez!
how they cut off their inherent ontology of monkey
serpent gazelle and just be marched into
the slaughter
and think nothing
nothing like the origin of Adam without
the sin
that origin of thought
with a scratch of the head with a: HUH?!

we have two letters:
then again: now comes to three:
ζ
χ
ξ           -ks
no word in English begins with ξ---
xenomorph doesn't...
ZENO... ZENO... you ******* English: ******* *****!
i hate your rot and more!
you ******* parading **** you *******
imbeciles of

ξζχ                   here's you ******* bundle:
get with the narrative of:
my name is Lucy my cousin's name is Stucie and
my uncle's name is Muhammad:
ibin blah:
because if it weren't for this Jesus Christ
of yours i think
i really think we would have kept the Arabs
in their sand and camel repertoire
and they wouldn't think to be
the civilizing act of
only the late 20th century when the Dinosaur
movies came about and
honestly...
if i... were... to think about trusting...
an arab.... contemplating...
mixing SWizz ergonomics of chocolate and
******* backhlava:
backing up lava...
            and that Hindu vermicelli... and *******
pistachio butter... and hey presto: zee pretzel!
DUBAI!
woah woah woah wow wow!
***** in orbit! monkey's *** a mouth in heaven!
woah woah! weave! weave! heave!
we have "culturally appropriate"
the tux from the penguin attire!

.... because i i owe nothing to this tongue
or any concern for this class:
attire:
however you find yourself:
it only takes an inch
for your "wife" for call
and later subdue you as "stupid"
do you find yourself:
stupefied by the id
that automates thinking:

there's more clarity in the past participle
of:
i think
it thinks
i am thinking
it's thinking: painting
like wording: paramount in collaboration
a geometry born from despairs
and hungers...
    
Greek letters like punctuation marks...
but these blinding spots
this Christ:
i said to her... so Moses and the burning
bush your frivolity of the arcane
and Arcane:
you ask me to be bilingual
i say: but i can't...
so much for the burning bush
and the burning crucifix...
and i wish to return to the child
and summon of the wizard...

       but the Greek is an impediment
and how lackey they seem to be
from prized Emblem of Byzantine
to the ****** of the Ottoman
barbers...
for the finite how lucky i am
to draw no red from the azure
in the sunset
my depth of:
superstitious color.......................................
....................­............
...........................................

therefo­re i paint:
therefore i am exused:
exalted:
perfectly posited to placard
like imitations sow:
i write
there's music in the background
i see
/
i stumble
i give hope i am lost forth for it
ego to make claim...

there's the burning
bush
the                cruci          X
time
my baron i
love
                                       entomb.

, ; :
          i see this "god"
in Braille..
         stutter: summon:
i ask for Solomon:
i'm answered with Muhammad!
i didn't ask for!
Muhammad!
phew oh!
gargantuan
phlegm of the the ghetto
of Warsaw or Krakow...
there:
         you want me?! this much
i can stomach
and this much i cannot
fathom....
           satis satis!

the Cartesian schematic, "schematic" will never
feel, seem or be thought of: as outdated,
clearly there is a parallel to how
it abides with the universal applicability of
1 + 1 = 2... somewhat, somehow...
take for example how i think about the God of
the Hebrews...
and how i think about about:
the time i spent from learning to swim to learning
to ride a bicycle:
in either case finding gravity: discovering it!
wow! although... i learned to ride a bicycle
before i learned to swim....
that element of peer pressure in terms of swimming:
because swimming teamed up with
survival instinctive-ness and peer pressure sort
of got along with the lesson dicta...
besides the point:
within the realm of res cogitans:
i think of ha shem and then i stutter and then
i think again with a hot-air balloon worth
of a comma or even a semi-colon
and i conjure up... Solomon's geometry of
the yet to exist Latin scribbles, letters...
YHWH is perfectly symmetrical in terms
of the pentagram of vowels: although:
some might say... Y is a vowel... not a consonant:
outside the abide of the English mongrel zunge...
but that's my res cogitans model:
my honing in decide-
   decisive-
          decisiveness...
             ah! stand corrected mon frer!
god almighty the Polacks drink the worst kind of
***** the spirited kind diluted from
ultra 98% from Mongolia or where the ****
Communism first originated:
state-atheism...
which makes me laugh when i labor
and i give birth to stillness and silence
when i emerge from what used to be State-Atheism
with these Western
Individualistic
Science-Prone monkey wanking super
supreme atheistic individuals and there's mention
of the wonders of the universe and
equations and i think:
on the individual level this atheism is rock
bottom in terms of being bewildered:
in terms of what's allowed and what feels
good beside(s) what feels... right:
obligating me to reciprocate...
i'll ******* reciprocate what the **** i feed as
necessary: i feed: not what feels
but what has a hunger...
so all this atheistic zeitgeist of western-ininity:
*****-nilly...
i have inherited state-atheism:
what the **** is use
for me
individual atheism?
something... ahem... specific?
what if i find science boring and crass
and elitist and all those scientific arguments
are worth jack'o and jackey worth of ding-ah-doodle-do
to me?
see... transcendental thinking is exhausting:
when i smoke some marijuana
and drink....
i much prefer drinking and being alone
and watching how people starve for
audience and audibility before the pope
and find a universal: title: like: devil:
do evil... and do us apart...
but then i think of how i mastered the clutch
and how i stopped theorizing and now
the car is 90kmh when i can take it that far
and it's no longer a bicycle because
i stopped loving cycling
and swimming is like eating fruit
i prefer eating vegetables and
like reading philosophy and your wife
is reading self-help books
and i think i enjoyed reading then
i didn't have so much practical awareness concerning
the mechanization of the world...
and as such: the muscle-thinking...
in Latin i think that's...
lacerti-cogitans...
       i've had sleepless: thank god: nights
imitating **** reactions worrying about
not drinking enough to fall asleep while grandma
does her... *******... Soviet Era gymnastics and
hopes to die before i cook her the ultimate meal
and i tell her:
not yet...
but in the open world... there's the Res Extensa
and in this dimension
the Ha Shem and YHWH diminishes
and fades and there's this elaborate network
of the ELOHIM and the Res Extensa...
and at least the remains of the Jews
who are now the Israelii...
and at least: the remains of the Jews of History
in the ***** of Europe who are now
the Israelii...
as the English commentators have it...
well... i can bow out: if the migration crisis is so bad
i can just leave Europe and *******
to the Pacific...  Hawaii...       ahem...
can...             you?
i can... i sort of wiped the floor with
a tango of red and cry and pink and
menopause...         but i ask... can you?
i don't really need a Christ on a cross and
some elaborate ******* plan
if the plan doesn't invoke me thinking
of transcendental plans of the everyday
and not doing the replica intrinsic: SICK:
on the crucifix there i was...
******* at Golgotha the stump
and then reminding myself:
of those not circumcised: ergo: not crucified:
well circumcision would make sence
if properly wedded and assured
i mean better than a wedding ring:
if i were to wed a woman i'd ask to be
circumcised... if i were... but i have two protruding
veins on my ******* so i can't so
the theory goes back into
what Islam is "thinking"... not much...
and out of the 20th adoration of foreign influence
whether that's Buddhism or Islam...
with the tumult of people:
i'm starting to think that...
these people and the birth of AI
oops... are having a reverse effect on:
who influences who...
           but at least i know:
within the realm of res cogitans there is "yhwh"
and ha-shem...
            while within the realm of res extensa
there's the park the savior of silence
and the godheads of crow snake and all the
other creatures and in the whirlwind there
is also a "ha-shym" by the allowance of ELOHIM...
i don't mind giving Europe up and its architecture...
i will claim the mountains and the tides of Kauai...
i do not need this modernity and this drowning man
attempt at clinging to life
dearest life... drowning while cutting himself
on a razor's edge...
i don't need western individualistic atheism:
nothing special with the bulls' bollocking
thrash at *******
i don't think that works:
i have come from state-atheism:
i think that works counter to
whatever thought entails atheism
to be some miraculous spectacle of...
funny... i don't know what...
state-secularism... m'eh... but state-atheism...
that... that sort of compliments the Vatican:
and that almost makes me laugh at how the English
had an Empire, Empire the imploded:
and oh so nice Whitechapel needed to be one
of those cruxes where Bangladeshi
some nearing extinction tongue needed to be placarded
for surveillance under: "ENDANGERED"...
so much of living among my own bio
and mess and history among the Western Slavs
learning how to drive will do to a man...
who will not save England
who will laugh at England
who was told to *******
who was told: ILLEGAL IMMIGRANT
in 1997... who was asked politely: not deported...
but the Home Office came to the house
and my father did a runner and then i
was left with my grandfather punching the wall
about the injustice and i saw my father and
mother handcuffed and we left...
and then...             well hey! hey!
free as the world can be!
not enough scruffy big on that fatsoid and get
delivered on kangaroo hop hop you
******* scream?
i do believe: oh such a relief...
the centrist and perfectionist in me...
i owe no allegiance to the narrative of England...
except for...
the allegiance to English humor
and a sense of traffic...
i owe England nothing of myself
that it might use me to align itself with others
on the labyrinth of world and history...
for the two are... apart... aren't they?
history is a study of time...
the world is a study of space...
maybe i'll keep my wife in the dark about
my fetish for Heidegger...
after all:        da-sein: there-being...
                is a sort of vibration counter to
to:       welt-außer!
oh... but then i like the S//Z the sharp dictation...
i'll settled for what compliments the individual
and the da-sein with making it a:
welt-neben!

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.