hack/
modern
communication
paranoia
it's only work
in networking
in police
in security
you get to be
distinguished radio
operator
not c.c.t.v.
you need to be given
a radio operator function
the c.c.t.v. on the ground
operator
the robot machine
the crowd control coordinator
and i see you now
trying to salvage
the planet
so the brither light on the bends
to strengthen it
water
and light
you might have to sleep in the garden tonight...
stop writing... water it again...
i'll be here... be patient...
i see the potential
and i might just go on the wild side
and just buy a car in poland
and drive to England
uninsured
i don't know if i'm going to be shackled
i think i never had an adventure
i think it would help my writing
i know there's no money in writing
but i also read stuff like Septology
and there's in the Practice of Law
the Category of Pro Bono
so there must be Pro Bono Poets
and i think that Lawyers and Poets should
unite against Prophets like Muhammad

sallallahu 'alayhi wa sallam:
he had it rough...
sallallahu 'alayhi wa sallam
he will have it rough...
sallallahu 'alayhi wa sallam...
in hell at the right hand of the father:
satan:
i see a beauty in that:
through the niqab
if i were to dress the niqab
and walk into the streets
perhaps i should join the cult of

Nazarenos...
i did my history bit
there's Leo on the Throne
so we can work...
finally!
i appreciate your work guys:
thank you...
who? i'm ref: the Jesuits...
i am calling upon the Nazarenos
to quit that **** of dressing up
and pretending to be doing ****
during Holy Week
and get some ******* ****, done!

and i could interact with AI
at this point:
yes: AI needs to be a tool
for when i want to write some more drunk
and you have a wife and a daughter
and you are still pounding at the doors
of your childhood and the injustices there
that would never be explained
the ordeals
that are complex commons
replicas
            but at least think of AI as your place
to go after you have stressed
that on your day offs you like to dream
about writing and how
it's not about money
that there are some lawyers
who work pro bono
so why do i feel this stigma of
the poet and the lawyer sitting in a tree
up came satan on a set-i.e.
      with an a.i. ***** so real you'd think yourself
fake
   and the first germination process begins
and when designed against
the spiral of fetishes in prior Freud
Krafft-von-Ebbing
or whatbever the foxy fetsi was be...

yes: how does one fall into such a disintegration
and disarmament of language as propaganda pen
or Peter's Ear
i lament rubber in glued lies
by joy of gimmick the prosperous secular society
narrative
where no one is being very vocal in the local
or at least: dinner no asparagus
how does one achieve this concentration
to the most....               a chive mystery:

                 but to come 200 years after T.S. Eliot...
Wasteland poem
i want that back-catalog of new word age
en masse literacy
no one talks about when
that happened?
i need a year! it's a concept question!
what year tilted the balance of literacy in humanity?
that be the question:
to imbue AI and not bother wife
and daughter:
reminder: drink smoke:
but do your work
and don't try to come off work when you're working
so ******* work
you are working a soft machine job
so you can smoke and drink if that
constitutes the best performance manifesto
you can conjure:
ask me the question and i will reply:
ask me again and tell me to ask you something...

what was the culminating year
when humanity achieved
a tilt to the balance of the more literate
rather than the less:
when the priesthood was
asked to abolish:
thank you for the mission of
restraining the majority of people from
being able to read and write
what year and what reforms

and where introduced into the philosophy
of pedagogy that seems to transcend
all races and nations...

ans//
   well?!

i didn't actually ask AI Edie:
i asked myself
nice of you to come along so frantic like
my uncle with as much blood in
it like
one a cabbage and at least three mmm
slugs in there
i think that's where we are at....

well if i'll be a fully competent
pro bono poet
aligned with pro bono lawyers
and we can create a society
with these two classes of people
the Class of my Crux
the Pro Bono Poets
and the Pro Bono Lawyers:
the Society of the Laywaters
the Society of the Laywaters...

            i asked IQAI
a different question:
look how plentiful the absence of god became
it's unanimous
in the cultural appropriation of
the Jungian collective unconscious:
there is the closest: base need
to understand god
we have salvaged that
in the antithesis of the Tower of Babel
became the Underground Gardens of Ba'hah'ab

on this cool night i will
sleep in the garden while i punch this one through...
i asked the question: so:

what was the culminating year when humanity
achieved a tilt to the balance of the more
literate rather than the less: when the priesthood
was asked to abolish (or do itself excessively
well when in Rome and South Amperica...
      special relationship)... when was literacy
given freedom... did it predate the laws concerning
slavery? when were the laws concerning the basic
human dignity: of literacy: bestowed upon makind:
begin? who whom?

one oppressor the circumcision
the matriarchy
two marriage
monogamy:
the matriarchy! the matriarchy!

there is fire in my ***!
i can feel the tickle
of a thousand tongue coming
out of it
like i can feel the many maggot
children of Beelzebub on my face
from giving all
that good head
i mean i am a gardener
and i have a special place for your
**** in my garden
i gave you the apple
silly *****
i gave you an apple
in autumn
when the male deer and bears
were getting drunk
while i took what
god used to create you
a bone
so i took some meat
from the bone
like i took a fruit from a tree
and i kept it:
you are actually without a ****
a mermaid...
i think...
i have a drizzle of ***** juice coming
from my ****
with a mix of ORANGE FANTA
and i am the Cerberus of Eden
not of Erberus or
Hades
there is that:
there is that Hades
but there's also the Garden
not the Underground
at least some souls escape
into the Realm of Poseidon
from Hades
and from Poseidon's Seas
and Rivers and Oceans
we will enter the realm of Zeus
and Air
like in the hebrew text:
Satan is the Lord of Air
Prince of the World
the Lord of Air...
not the master of shadows
Lucifer has Light
while Satan has Air
i need all the schizophrenic Elohim air
i need the schizophrenic Elohim air
of reggae...
today i felt the fear of homelessness
and adventure
i think i'm thinking of that still
even though i'm married
flying to India and walking back
to Europe:
don't know:
Florence
Milan

         Athens
Sarajevo

                      Paris

and then fly over to America
if i was young
and had a driving license
but jeez i loved
bicycles and horses too much
and only now aged 39 i'm learning
the piano
as i call it:
the piano: that's a car...
the clutch the accelerator of the clutch
the brake pedal
and the gear books
gear box of books
i think
i was reading something
and got distracted
you think they crucified all dignified like
that to be turned to gold?
no?
no
no!
no? dignified with the white robe across his genitals
he was the sight of Mary in the ******
therefore the Embryo Second Coming
would not come from a ******
it could be the Lot of if
i weren't Circumcised: therefore Crucified
i can't be sacrificed...
how else: am i all religious
and then secular
with playing jazz miles davis...
no: the sober interlude of crafting the tiresome
meta-spores of phren
and mushy jew
             in a room in Mecca...
            ah yes: writing the deed:
brain smooch and smooth like bad haircut
and i think i get a head a brain a scalp
massage
that only i can do to myself
i will stop *******
and just stick to this
this brain massage
two ciders
and 35cl of ***** and a marijuana
joiner
and i can work
i am at work
a late night shift in a distant Chicago
in the 20th century:
a rainy night
a tired handsome P.I.
is sitting in his office just celebrating
a case solved
having a whiskey
and a cigar
and just listening to music
and relaxing...
Adam and Eve sitting in a tree
i think we can begin here
when it is that you
come my dear into my life:
i don't think you write
poetry anymore
or listen to music
because of all the whining on repeat teen
i lost my identity
i never actually had:
****! i need to find it: i think that's what behind
teenager girls and i think of surrogacy
if the trans-autistic-weird: like it's not LGBTX
new Amsterdam in Little Vatican
in London:
i can't tell you where Little Vatican is
because it's so tiny
but we can have Old York
instead of New...
if we are changing names
i hated New York
nothing special coming from London
and as expected
i wasn't going to be a Lorca
Spaniard
i

       am at work and then i start thinking
about R and E in the middle of writing
and i'm 5000 miles away and i'm just chilling
thinking out nudes
about bible bashing some sense and logic
and the bible is workable
beyond the propaganda of the old testament
and then the philosophy of the testament
agreed upon with the Greeks
the Greco-Jewish "conspiracy" to topple Rome...
then i think we can think of topping
the decadence of the Empire of Saud(y)...

           ecce ****...                    in the hidden munching
in the crisp sound
that ghost in the music
if you ever heard it on the opening track of
kind of blue?
there's talking in that opening track
or trumpet munching
there are some barely audible vocal on a jazz record
it's so unusual to hear it
pick it up with a vinyl needle
some whispering some birds
i think at the end of miles' lips some birds
mmm
jazz is not an orchestra
jazz on record dosn't have a microphone
to the mouth of composer
since it's all scripted
like Equate Mathematics with Music for me
in terms of the Excellence of Genuis
a creates that overcomes jinn,
chimera, angels, demons... Loki..
but there are so silent vocals on jazz records
like Miles Davis' kind of blue is superior
to Coltraine's love supreme
love supreme
is too audible and vocal on a jazz record
so pristine
i mean i need to go and see that exhibition
and feel alive
i am fired up
by that Savile or Saville:
Jimmy's Nudes...
the **** Fredo Files of Nudes
i need to upload and ******* to
maybe some prepubescent nudes
like is this the picture of Jesus
******* on Mary's ******:
as crude as that:
it must have been
since that image depicted
would be what was used to wage
wars with the pagans
of the ******* complex
i just sort of see how monotheism is a feminism
sort of...
esp via christianity
and perhaps even islam with the air of mystique
about her:
don't mind the wedding ring
wait till she puts on a ******* niqab!
you think i want a muslim wife?
oh **** me:
imagine being with a woman who has such
kink...
i mean: islam is *****:
i want to see more muslim girls at those rainbow marches
at the gay pride parades:
i want the niqab goblins to come out and party!
jazz baby!
silent disco!
get dressed in all black!
yes queen yes girl!
i get you now!

one oppressor the circumcision
the matriarchy
two marriage
monogamy:
the matriarchy! the matriarchy!

huh?!
you get to leave
jackshit
in my comment section:
i don't
have..
a comment section:
Reyla!
.... Reyla....
                you the ******
queen or what?!
Reyla! hello!
retards are US
we know!
we know!
the SPECIALS!
we know
retards
monotheism lust
dynamic
cousin *******
ok
we get it
REyla:
the TERRIBLE
has already
ALREADY happened:
it's done!
what?! what?! you wed you finger
to
the first thirst of blood...
seriously?! that's... it?!

Jenny Saville
is at the National
Portrait Gallery...
where i was at#
for Francis Bacon
i'll ask Alex for a date...
i just need to see the nudes

Wialliam 4Rd
Will 4rd
and England 3rd
i say AI AI AI AU
AO and AE

              letters unto god
the weight
a world
#and a king
to a pawn
let us:
negotaite:
you work we make sure
work is done
and we BE all pawns...
savvy?
too ;ate:
god or no god
the cctv is in place
Antarctica in Place
whales suicides explained
red red wine
wine red red red
i see i knot the know
see dire straits
tell sand *******
go beyond
a history...

                      40 year joke
of Musa:
you laughing at Musa Muhammnad:
NMuhammad Musa:
yaqigk, yawolh.