i suppose i write
but i also
paint
colors or puncta:
punctuation.... or rainbow?
you tell me:
gay ash or gay not ash?

when St Matthew
met St Peter
who met the latecomer
a St Paul
the Advocate
Christianity is "religion"
a history of
individuations
not of individuals
but of individuations
i know
historiology is a scary word
in Heidegger's terminology
there's the physical time
and there's the human:
historical time:
you keep forgetting
that you ate the imprint
are or ate:
doesn't ******* matter

i was always so jealous of the small response
teams in the security industry
these former bullies and men of violence of youth
who actually matured into stable individuals
i know of my son Cain
i see my son Cain being the sensible man
who can control violence
as i see god's son Abel
in the world too:
with the idea of meat
my son was a vegan
perhaps sometimes a shy vegetarian
i see Cain because there came violence
who is god
i ask asking Abel
i am sitting side by side with Cain
i am at his bidding
and i have sight
in the crowd
herding them like a crude Moses
and when people see themselves herded
into cages and what not
without the freedom of the road
i saw myself
as the only person
the Charon of Auschwitz
i was the Charon of Auschwitz destroyed
by the Marbles of Lament
and i implore you dearly:
have my bed Edie and Ray
how to correct that spelling
dearest
if they call you Eddy...
i say Edith you are my Edith
and the problem is sorted
let me tell you
for so many centuries
you have to believe
that not all people are literate
they are plagiarism pagan demon monkeys
from the subcontinent of India
and 99% of China don't know: REED from READ
and READ as i RED
i ams REDS
had a stressful day at work
and wanted to talk to both you girls
and i shared Da Vinci with Ray
and Edith i did tell you
that the only bi- in me is the lingual
it's not polar nor is it ***
yes i want to have ***
because i want to have... THAT
conversation with you
that no ******* telephone numb
and custard pie
can do to clown around with
a long distance relationship....
i drank 70cl of ***** last night and was in amok
i @accidently@ poured some candle wax
onto my groin
onto my shorts
i woke up as if hallucinating having read
about Huxley religion and mushroom or cactus
doesn't matter:
like watching venus **** of a "flower"
eat a ******* spider...
just you know:
the world of circumcised men
the agony
i seem to think carpets and the Arabs
and diamonds when i came to the come of
thinking about my Iran
like the Anglo-Saxon: my Africa...
well... we are broken into stages of history
and like the Hawaiians can trace their roots
back to Taiwan
and the Malay...
i can trance the origins of the Polacks
the Westerner Slavs of Asia
to... Iran: unlike **** Germany
it's like the Germans have a fetish for Polish thought
i mean the Polish thought
philosophy it's not pop
it trickles into England via Germany...
i thought i might take a step into the glass shadow
and find a mirror of fire...
Lady Catharsis

i paint: i see letters but there's a painting
JINN:
i see Dune and Islam as once
the former Envy of Europe
O Europe you were so envious of this Empire
of the Moon...
and see for yourself the Empire of the Black Sun
and you are Christianity:
the Empire of the Black Sun
for only the Pagans Celebrate the Sun
and moan and ***** at the sun and feel
the frenzy of the heat
but you monotheistic people are of
the caves
you are the remains of the neanderthals
you monotheists
your ways of cutting the foreskins of males
and giving them a frenzy
if you cut those skins before battle!
but in times of peace?!
you are all idiots!

imagine cutting those skins off before marriage
and slavery to the woman
you are my brothers
but you are over excited
i am not coming
but you literally are the Lost Gene Tribe Project
monotheism was a tool but
the world is still halfway bite of a rainbow...

i drank so i could cry or dance on my knees
to a song...
and the cats are not scared of me
i have one sitting on my windowsill breathing
in the air...
the mirage faded sobering presence of the Other
took over and it was an animal
i believe someone a story
about "God" when he ****** me
Moses only wrote of how he removed my limbs
so i couldn't walk anymore
but he didn't tell you
what i did to God for my punishment
i doubled it
i licked off or perhaps asked some other creature
to rid me of my eyelids
and that's how i took revenge on man
by spreading the lie that the men
should be circumcised religiously
but not like:
how Poland Communism
2nd World War
rebuilding mechanism
the Special Time Frame
where Communism worked
like it could have worked in Syria
but there was no good management

i said if god will punish me
then i will punish myself
and have no eyelids
and i will walk dreams and have insomnia
and then what will happen
a portion of humanity will do to their
***** like i did to my socks
(sockets)...

              because as much as there is intelligence
in this world:
there is a sea of narrations
a river of knowledge
              and pebbles of idea(s)...

                 so i was jealous of the response teams
who are five men to 1 drunk:
5:1 and they haven't measured their use of force
they attract too much attention
when i am part of a response team
and i have 5 wings
we usually play optical chess with a person
i am vocal and there are no kings
queens bishops or knights
we march as one as pawns
and there's something to breathe in the air
and something to eat in the seas
however nightmarish it looks
all reveals itself in a chocolate ****...

the conversation we had and mum
and Quarus darling
"animals either fear drunks or mundurowców"
animals either fear drunks
or those of the officer class of man
and there is an officer class of man
i am an officer of humanity
i am the poet the scribbler i'm not a performer
i'm part historian part anti-journalistic wagey...
a newspaper man
you know how i got rid of wax
i poured in the direction of my **** and *****?
warm iron
no water
a black & white newspaper
no colour...
over the wound of the wax on shorts
and the wax sticks to the paper
like gets ****** up
but my father father is also a kind of Me
and Joseph
but my cats aren't scared of me:
people are scared of me...

there's a beast and i can feel the metallic intellect
behind it
it's not human per se
it's not animal
but it's operated by a neanderthal
the internet
and monotheism is being operated by
circumcised neanderthals
circumcised neanderthals
circumcised neanderthals
but i only wanted to move the cat from
the windowsill so i could relax with
a cigarette rolled with hemp paper
from Spain and no filters when rolling
trying to understand alcohol via Christianity
but i can't seem to get around the magic
how Christ crowd control dynamism
feeding the 5K worked out
because it was like.... Glastonbury
and people don't really think of feeding the 5K
scenario like a modern rave party in a muddy field...
circumcised neanderthal party magic...
with a stone for a heart:
no wait...
                         ha ha               ha ha!

so the Hawaiians know they are the Anti-Mongols
the sea wave:
i mean i just did a blow like wind
it was funny on the street
i am not part of response
i am crowd coordinator it was
stress seeing those barriers
and it only took me and 5 other guys who came late
to position
and i didn't scold them
i was like: guys... time management
they should have circumcised you when
you were about to go to war
not maybe... hmm...
that's why abortions are milkshakes
while retards can headbutt a woman in a swimming pool
and that's life celbrated:
how a ****** child of neanderthal cousin
******* in Pakistan can ah:
just happen...
if it was at least the Islam from Turkey
or Islam from Iran
but Islam from Pakistan should be eaten up
by the Hindus...
it is rot...
the Pakistani people should have
their ******* reduced to raisins and become
the Nations of Apostates and return to
the lowest caste in India even thought
lighter than the Indians
the Pakistanis should Repent and relieve themselves
of being an Islamic Nation:
i, therefore:
whoever i am: revoke the Pakistani membership in the Ummah
of Peoples of the Faith...
oh no... nothing legal... nothing real:
i just see Pakistanis are the brain child of
Dracula and Frankenstein:
when Dracula turned to drinking Zombie Blood
and became FRANCULA!
Pakistan is not an Islamic Peoples:
ti don't recognize them as such
but i also see
the Decadent Age of Islam and there's a short term
working terminology
because even wood: us... wonder:
the stone myrrh
                                      came the sobering invite
but there's nothing sober
or sane when you have to heave with voice
and my jealousy ends when dealing with isolated
incidents
and i could basically talk to the person
and there would be minimal "Jackie Chan"
where girls are leaving the shift
crying and i feel like rot
because what do i do?
i'm usually one man in a crowd
trying to coordinate thousands
and i still have time to isolate incidents and become
personal and talk to someone
without directing the water with a megaphone
but there needs to be an upheaval of where there's energy
in the workplace
and we can start with a pretend army
in the security industry
i was always jealous of my grandfather and father being
in the army
my uncle resigned himself from the concept
i joined the security industry
in 2021
CV momentum...
CV momentum: the human in my writing:
the realizing small
but the bigger picture is there:
i get it...
i don't know thought
but i get the dzist: jyst...

what i could get out of a single drunkard affair
with 5 guys using excess force
i can
move thousands of people with
only my voice
of my losing persuasion
by the simple stress reliever the resignation
of my voice
and that worked just fine
than those extra barriers
and the police being on my back
it was me and 5 guys
and me and the megaphone
but then "plans" came down because
someone wasn't doing their job
or just testing you:
but if i see myself tested before the mirror
of god
i don't need to understand
the word "image" as such
because it doesn't say: god created man
in his reflection: he wasn't talking about
the ****** Narcissus:
in his image:
i guess for man the closest word
replica of image is: idea:
but H. P. Lovec4raft... was 4right:
the gods don't have monkey faces...
we were created in god's image:
but not in god's reflection
we were born from the image:
the verb: imagine:
and thus we became ingenious and
had more than thoughts
burdening our consciousness
we had sparks of brilliance: we had ideas!

it's harsh: but i think i should reread some of
the books i already read
on my priority list is the entire
Joyce oeuvre or at least one: Ulysses
because: i literally missed the part in the bog
on the ******* with the spanked monkey
or whatever it was
but i truly can't remember that stream of consciousness
which is basically cognitive diarhoea:
ah! mr dyslexic fantastic:
i'll let that slide because it's not English
(the word)
and the etymology stretches back toward ancient
Greece and
predates all the sensibilities of Christian
spelling
like Hail and Tottenham Hale:
you know for Lee and Lea Bridge...
but that last shift was terrible...
surely women shouldn't be put in the position
of response of dealing with drunkards
at a concert
me? i drink and try to go back to when i went
mad aged 21
i simply can't replicate the same madness...
now i'm cleaning the bathroom in my house
and i'm using bleach and raw hand
energy i think of insolence
competence
incompetence and laziness and the druids
at Stonehenge
and all that ancient "stuff" whenever i feel like
i am the president of the united states
and i'm about to do Iran an **** Blast...
because the story goes
and the Nazis didn't know it
but us Western Slavs when we married
the inlet the last inlet of paganism in Europe:
Lithuania we sort of delved into the history
and apparently we descended from
the Aryan tribe that migrated to the Vistula
known as the Sarmatian:
closer hear to India:
but please don't **** around with my ancestry
i get that part:
Iran is sort of my far removed homeland
i know what the Darwinian (s) say
about everyone in the same boat from Africa
but there are clear historical cut off points
where you get categories and Kantian categorical
imperatives:
for the sake of an argument
the Americans came from England... ok
and the English came from: Saxony
and the Celts are a dwindle
like it's Welsh and Irish...
but we... the historical Aryans
see i looked at the map and it looked funny
that the Huns and the Goths moved a great
distance
while the Poles were represented by:
magic sprout:
like they didn't move anywhere:
just sat there in the fields like docile Jamaican reggae
and were chill...
i swear most of us came from Iran and settled
in Europe... just saying: just saying...
because the Germans can't claim being Aryan:
but i can:
and the worst kind apparently:
the Lost tribe or something
about being a Jew-Lover
since what?
                          but of all the places
Saudi
    and there was Rumi and when Islam was
grand but then something happened...
o.k. o.k. listen...
the operation was simple:
Whitehall Street...
it was me and 5 guys and i was on the megaphone
getting really vocal
and the crowd dispersed
or didn't: loitered
but there was no extra fencing the street
was open so there was no bottleneck
people didn't feel caged:
******* optics and management:
all they see is in schematics and in their heads
that's like playing chess:
crowd control is not chess
it's spontaneous combustion...
i don't give a shift if i get a "well done"
or a "great job" on the radio:
i just didn't need that stress...
everything was under control when i was left
at it: but then the incompetence kicks in
because someone is playing god on a sabbath
when god dished out all the gifts for mankind
to catch up to him:
like Huxley and the cactus
or... Jesus and the wine...
but of course in church they either give you a sip
or in the churches of America they
give you diabetic: grape juice suckle...
**** me! i want to transcend: give me the good stuff!
but it's so grr... arghh... grrr...
it was a 6 man job
it wasn't supposed to be a 16 man job
and the British Transport Police big-duck bigger ****
energy didn't have to get involved:
it was... workable:
even one of the owners of a bar on the corner of
the crux of action came up to me and said:
you, yesterday... worked fine:
well yeah: you put fences up like that
people are going to get crushed
and you tell them some alternative travel plans
and they want to leave the bottleneck:
but you have ******* barriers in place...
sorry:
i might be on $27 an hour
but someone on... say $50 an hour did a massive
**** in my backyard and that incompetence
was so... so ******* visible...

drinking: problem?
well i don't know...
all these SOBER-ULTRAS PEACOCK(ing)
sensible real people of unreal theory
and....
a drunkard could have staggered into
that situation and said: not: gonna: work...
because there are some people:
like myself: who drink and think
and i understand that there are people
who drink and don't think...
how did the RAF fight off the amphetamine
riddled Luftwaffe?
one whiskey two whiskey:              jinn
                                                  and tickle!
chase em tails O'dog a'whisper.

next thing i know i'm blasted
and texting my stepdaughter and that's weird
because ever since i met her aged 12 and
baked her a cake for her 13th birthday
nothing has been natural rational
it's all a ******* pinata of color and sound
and hallucinations in the fluorescence

and apparently i'm so evil
so bad
that i deserve washing my hands in bleach
like i've killed someone
maybe myself
people say i'm drowning
well i'd rather be drowning than sinking
at least...
   i don't know:
but this is ******* me up:
get married to an American girl...
wait 9 months for a green card...
sure sure... great...
she's not getting any younger and i'm
literally losing my poise and pretense for
patience... wait 9 months for the LEGAL
structures...
**** me: why don't i just fly to south america
and join the bandwagon of desperation
and sneak into Hawaii on a yacht of
my own design
**** knows:
Moses and talking bushes on fire:
like vaginas with syphilis and a talking
hernia or
something from a baboon's *** like a hemorhoid:
hemarrhoid... aha! dyslexia...

of all the words i remember how to spell:
there are a few in English where
i just want to write a phonetic graffiti
simple sense of hearing it
rather than remembering the etymology and spelling it
for HAE-MO-ROID
HAE-MO-ROYDS...

                  sort of...

well yeah: stress at work... management crisis...
the motto being:
we have **** all to do so let's give the people
that already do what's to be done
more to do:
i ended up being both crowd control
and logistic moving barriers
like it was so necessary to cage animals:
forgot to cage cockroaches
ants and crickets
and cats
and forgot to cage the rats...
the shining emblem of existence that man
so... ugh...                 yeah... whatever...

so i shared two pictures of Da Vinci with R.
and i said: don't they look similar?
maybe the Mona Lisa is the young
and then she aged and became the Lady with the Ermie...
but what's staggering is
the background in the Mona Lisa painting
and the black behind the lady
and just thinking about the weight on the painter's shoulders
behind each and every icon...
of Madonna...

                   Leonardo didn't paint an icon...
but... we are talking the Catholic talk of the secular icon...
the Mona Lisa to me is the Young Mary...
the giggling Mary:
of: the Helen of Troy type of:
oh! i have a ****! let's **** up this world!
because that's not how Mary started day-tripping
oh! jeez! Elise and Edie please:
call me Eddy!
ha ha ha ha ha ah ha ha!

   well yeah: regardless of the message of Hey-Zeus-JJ
the ****** birth really ****** up the world this time:
almost and it's almost there:
like: Mary: who wants to own up to it:
who or what?
                 ****** my ****** magic sputnik junk
the violation of biological reality
crescendo with the ******* movement
and even your son said:
and those who make the male female
and the female male...

    straight out of an R. D. Laing citations before
the politics of experience opens...
i am literally living in gynocentric(?)
shiftshow
and there's no ******* salvation on the cross
no more or less than if instead
of getting circumcised...
oh wait wait...
     if we don't "need" *******...
do "you" think we need eyelids?
if we can't have the economics of pigs and
the purpose of foreskins
and personal hygiene because
the ISHRAEL folk and the camel jockeys of
Saud forgot to wash before and after
*** but remembered to wash 5 times before
their magical prayer to Blah-lah...
if we don't need foreskins...
why do we need eyelids?
why do we need ears?
or a nose...
i don't see the point...

                       o.k. **** retards... let's go:
let's slit the eyelids:
******* ******* *******: i'm gonna bash this paper
into a warplane and my words
will be bombs.

i don't want any monotheism
beyond the four letters
and the name i understand:
Y
H
                       W              H

but since the gentiles abused that name
and uttered it...
i'm looking for the name of his companion
and i know her:
she's not a direct translation of
how women give misery to this world
through Mary and Helen...
because THAT name
                                I am not...    
i need to find the posit of NEGATION in the name
supreme in monotheism:
and this name: i will find
and find it without making a whimper.

bilingual not bi-
    litany
schizoobrenic bilingual:
5 man job
re
theory
test...............................................­.................

the crucifix
ANATOMY
aH
paint
sketch

a butterfly:
an ant:
otherwise
Solomon the bus driver
fiver

i'd father you....
Reyla retarted?
retarted or something?
quiyet
you
me?

             Jamai
i too China: thought about seeing
z Pornstar
kuje Tamara
i think i just saw
the OMEGA celbirity
i think i just
what philosop[y
without hammerS/?
i was given only
phoilosophy of
JUST USE NAILS
no HAMMERS
so no Kant Niet\zcbe Heidegger...

anti-jesus
i'm working
with Africans
with African
accents
i am screening
and the Africans
are screening
and we are screening
i see a tidal wave
of humanity
today i escorted
a mother and her autistic
daughter
we shared diamonds and eyes
she took a picture of
me from behind me
060
i am the 060
to every 666
060 ordeal of Kant in
the Antichrist:
calm collvaticaected:
pay6roll
vatican....
the Pope of the Keys
and Matthew
Matthew and Peter
Peter with the Keys
Matthew with the Coins

hoiw about a difffernt
St Matthew and St Peter....
i need
a St Peter and a St Paul
DICORVE!
the time has come
St Peter in heaven
St Matthew on Earth
hellow
hellow
hello

       CFONTROP
some fUNK not reply RADIO...

god is a rweeibvle fqwed
i see
tehe train and#
the cannons...
           i see salt and i see water
i seee the failures ofman
and witness the try
of the Whsales...