In my sickly delirium...
What started as a simple enough cold
Morphed into an onset of the GRYPA...
Or as I like to call it: the gryps...
or grips... should you wish to know:
The Y is a hollowed out Iota: yes for
Short: aye aye, pirate eye...

It's this analogy I have in my burning
brain...
A supposed beggar woman asked me
Once for 20 squid and I gave it to her
Because a storm was coming
And she sounded so convincing
But today she asked without any predatorial
cunning for the same amount
And I just barked: NO! NIET! NEIN!
I've stopped feeling sorry for these opportunists
As I walked into the store to buy
My remedy of a little whiskey for
The cough and aches and later some coffee
She quickly shuffled from the bench
Because I'm just, simply done with
All this fakery this victimhood mentality:
It bothers me...

I've had three attempts on my life...
One when I was a bambino is hospital
A nurse tries to choke me
Another time when a mother
Of my best fried tried to push me into a well...
A third time when I experienced
A brain haemorrhage when
A Muslim buddy of mine thought
It would be exciting to give me bad
Drugs and I stupid enough thought it
Might be soft LSD....
Aged 21 and then over 10 years
Spent in madness trying to figure **** out

See, but i love myself when I'm sick
And striving: i see the relentlessness
Of the self-will as the all encompassing
Self-preservation projection
And I'm under no illusion
Of a free-will... bandage throughout
Whether a slave to the passions or
To the necessity of labour and all
That entails the need for money
And why I'm not a plumber
But I can pay a plumber to do
A plumber's work...

In this weakened state I see
The supposed admiration for predators
In the animal kingdom, the quasi-nobility
Of the tiger etc
But predators are not unique
In that they are beautiful
But merely opportunistic
What's truly admirable
Is the animal that's having to employ
All the vitality in its abstract:
In essence... supra-intuitively
With heightened senses...
Why am I sick because I don't eat
Well enough I drink or maybe
My coworker visited a hospital recently
He's ill etc I'm not shifting blame
I just live being myself disinhibited
When I'm frail that's when I truly
Come to the fore when I can bark
At a beggar woman and feel not
Disney-esque repercussions of being
Chastised and made impotent or turned
Into.a beast and cursed
So be it! Have me as your beast!
And I'll make sure that third party
Of your God is to be turned into a Chimera:
Tell me of the "person" that is the Holy Spirit:
The PERSON... not the allusion
To the Christian Church or the Islamic
Ummah...

As a Slav I'm tired of the ****** and ****
Jokes... tired of them...
It's almost insulting in a way only
Hebrews might joke...
I was next on the list for extermination
And if we weren't forced to build
Auschwitz then we had the prospect
Of thinking our tongue to be extinct:
Genuine concerns...
And now I'm sick of Europe
And Europeans
Unlike that scene from the Last Samurai
Where the colonel asks Tom Cruise:
Why do you hate your own people
So much...
Well... you have given me all the right
Reasons... this diabolical all inclusivity
Mantras of pseudo-communism...
I'd rather live among the barbaric Polynesians
And see the world through the lense
Of Gauguin...
I don't want to live among Europeans
Simply for their sadomasochism
And lack of once existent bravado
And chauvinistic expectations:
I don't want to live among them
And I'm certainly not going to live
Among the Russians or my supposed
Fellow countrymen in Poland
Even though I speak the tongue
I'd rather retain than tongue for personal
Reasons of...
Playing a joke on psychiatry with:
Bilingualism is a another version
Of schizophrenia... didn't you know?

In my weakness of nearing flu fatigue
I'm buckling, stomping: in a frenzy...
Unlike the predator
I'm in desperation mode and there is
Nothing unique or admirable
About a predators... it's the admiration
For the animal about to be eaten
And how it conjures a beyond freedom:
This ******* of freedom
Corruption by both
Happiness and misery
Sickness and health...
But health rarely gives permission
For the mind to overcome body
It's only in sickness they you start
Tripping like you might with some brushstrokes of illumination from
Despondency... bluish silver moon melancholy mischievous melancholy...

Still "reading" Jon Fosse...
It's not so much reading as meditating
And yesterday's interlude had Asle
and Asle poised together
With the DT's: delirium tantrums
The shakes
And i drink, I think:
But it never got that bad that I might
Shake... but it was like the Scandinavia
Adventure of the simpler poison
That the elaboration by American
Beatniks and the heresy
Of writing under the influence of
Plebyscilin or LSD or achuasca
and I don't mind being dyslexic
At the point....
I shouldn't be at work but I am
And I'm feverish and *****...
and probably a little crazy...
But that passage from Fosse about Asle
and Asle mistaking being on a boat
And all that snow
Made me want to drink a bottle
Of strong cider 8.2% in a public place
At a bus stop waiting with other people
Going to work and going to school
While I was like: 7am is 7pm for me:
I don't know why you think i might
Have a drinking problem...

These night shifts will end
I could do them in the winter months
But the day is creeping in
And my biology is rebelling against
The ******* econoc model: economic...
It would be plausible to do this site
On a 3 man rotation: 8 x 3 = 24 hours
But these 12h rotations are insane
And inhumane and I don't give
A flying ****'s fat *** what the argument
For capitalism, western values blah blah
Flux more blah blah
Christianity is better than Islam
Blah blah some more...
It's a 3 man job per shift...
Even the ******* communists knew
This when operating a metallurgical plant
They had 3 shifts... day... 6am start...
Night and graveyard!
**** your Mr Little Society Know It All

And as for the "supposed" lie...
And you will know the difference between
Good and Evil...
But I did dah that lie while throwing
The illusion of you being in a garden,
In paradise... seems like a small price
To pay compared to what God might
Have said: with you on a barren mountain
Side or in the desert
Or in the open sea
With not water to drink
Imagine the reality check
If God spoke to you, dearest man
And you didn't have the illusion of being
Spoken to in the garden of delights
But of course you had to **** up
That garden of being delighted
As the middle class Englishman
With a garden of your own Candide: tend to
No no... you had to **** that up too!
What wasn't reallya lie
Was the veil of the garden
Of paradise
When in fact you already knew
The nuance of knowledge with the conjunction
AND because good and evil
Implores relativism after all didn't
Your Savior say that it rains and shines
On both the good and evil man?
But where were you?
Stranded in a forest awaiting to labour
To uproot all those trees to
Make the land fertile and arable:
Arabs... spare me the desert harshness
Reality I'll ask the 'Skimo about
The reality of the freezing Tundra...
*****...

Even now it's so funny in England
The English might
But i won't be schooled in language
By some ******* Somali
About the term Aboriginal
Cf. Indigenous when
The ******* Somali knows
**** about ethnonyms and exonyms
Like how the English refer
To themselves as expatriates
When moving to America
And everyone else is immigrant...
Proper garden tools in this middle tier
Logic... class:
English society is so transparent
With the proper guise of license
And education and accent...
But Ghandi was right about the Europeans:
They set off glorifying the names
Jesus Christ for 2000 years
With the help of the H'americans
That'll leave us 1000 years worth
Of remembering Adolph ******...

Long before Einstein came
Along and gave man insight
Into revealing actual relativism
Of combining space with time
Man's inherent "flaw" was to settle
His ontological trajectory to fathom
Existence built upon "my"
Ethical Relativism...
Each time a deviation occurred
Something miraculous happened:
An original man was born...
One who could quench my desire
For harmony in the working progress
Paradox... the oomph and propeller...
Man was already sentenced to
Moral Relativism long before
E = MCsq came about...
The moral relativism of a Crusade
Or of Jihad... it's for the good: with some evil
Spices along the way....

Who needs geneological testing...
I know where I'm from:
Based upon what my mind is
Responsive to, unabashed and disinhibited...
I don't need to know what I already know
When I succumb to Scandinavia literature
And abhor Jane Austen's private
**** sensibilities
Since I already know she's playing
The victim cards with Pakistani ****
Gangs and fair enough...
But this is my proper chance to get laid
By flying ******* off to Kauai
And finding myself a Mayan bride...
Because the girls really didn't take
A fancy to me so
World's your oyster, matey...
Just wondering why Jimmy Saville died
before this phenomenal news came about...
Sorry? Who am I feeling sorry
For when Eastern Women ask
The question:and where were these girls'
Parents?!
What am I to seriously believe:
I can understand moral relativism...
What i don't understand is the media
"Moral" inflation / conflation...

And some notes:

The subconscious is not a petty domain

i hate women i love women like so
only yesterday i was at Tottenham Hotspur
and we were entertaining
a Swedish team... Elves... Berg... Elfsborg:
Swedish sounds like the softest
blah blah babble of German
i can almost see the trinity of German
English - half baking French -
and all the Scandinavian tongues...
i was working with a nervy atypical bouncer
sort of Anglo-Saxon who was mesmerized
by the beauty of the Swedes:
i looked... eh... just averages:
the women, i did, concern myself: to acknowledge
didn't have all the traits of black girl
envy with duck lips and fake ivory teeth...
but mind you: it's a current phenomenon
for girls to don fake eye-lashes like
weird peacocks and instead of straightetning
their afros with vaseline for the perfect
cow lick now wearing wigs of straight black
hair from India...
on the train back i saw this black girl
petite... angry expression on her face
thick bloom *****(s) and i thought:
well... when god gets it right with a black
girl... all other races can hide:
a Solomon and Queen of Sheeba...
when god gets it right with a black girl all other
girls can hide...
but then i looked at my hand and i saw a ring
on it...
oh... right: i'm sorta happy right now...
i couldn't possibly want anything else...
so when this Swedish girl giving directions etc
was there: she didn't look Swedish at all...
but i looked at her from tip to toe
and she was playing with her fair
and she had that glassy eyed way of looking
with desperation that caged animal sort of look
and i knew she wouldn't be baking me cookies
or making my dough sour
so this atypical Anglo-Saxon bouncer
was all nervy and jitters
because apparently this was the first time
a Swedish team got to play on English soil
and he was like: are we sure they haven't been here
before? after all the Vikings:
well... i didn't say **** because he was
so engrossed within the confines of himself
apparently a history buff...
loved horses and elephants... o.k. o.k.
so you ridden one before?
yeah... when he was 6... ever get that beast
up to speed with a Ferrari: i.e. to a gallop?
mute...
            elephants, horses and peacocks... huh?!
history buff?
you know that the Swedes ventured east
via Ukraine toward Byzantium...
i didn't want to correct him:
you know how sensitive those meat-heads
can be and become...
Swedes were the Vikings that venture east...
we are talking about Swedes...
the envy of **** Germany: not the Norwegians
who founded Iceland and were first
to sail to the Americas...
Danes... you're thinking of the Danes
who came over to England just after the Anglo-Saxon
takeover from the Romans?
history... are we talking about the same thing?
but there she was...
i circled her playing silent movie roles
and no captions emerged...
from hair to toe...
she played with her hair
and she positioned her feet in the most inviting way
one foot in one foot out
and that glassy eyed look of exasperation
and it was all nervy whiff of spaghetti being boiled...
i woke up with a headache as if it might
have been a hangover
with one slipper outside the window
soaked on the roof...
yes... maybe... a year ago: but girl...
you've come too late...
that's what i hate about women...
when you're finally of interest to the opposite
***... it usually happens when...
you're already taken...
women are so predatory... so happenstance ugh...
opportunistic not by way a male
just gambles and risks
but opportunistic from the perspective of:
safety... they see a ring on a finger and then
they start honing in: disruptive...
fair game if this sort of flirtation happened
in the worst scenario possible like
in the darkness and sweat of a bar: but that's so 20th
century... but at work:
the atypical psy clues of when a woman
is attracted to you: and now i just put
that **** into the meat-grinder pop psy- of
the subconscious... yeah: might as well comb
my hair or get scalped... woosh! right over
the top of me...
maybe the "love of my life"... but not really:
just another cameo... in expanding the Steppenwolf
universe of: what ifs...
i sort of realised why they put me with the away
supporters... there was about 30min of a mad rush
to get 3000 supporters into the grounds
i still couldn't get over the historical buff's
discrepancy of not differentiating
the Swede from the Dane from the Norwegian...
although the Germanic folk
(are the French? no... surely... more Celtic imbued
so just another variation of the historical
mongrel)...
but it was a welcome reminder...
                      impervious to the flirt although
i did welcome the opportunity
until a older Asian coworker stepped in and asked
all the wrong questions like:
what is your favorite food
when i asked: so you staying here for long?
where are you staying?
you sightseeing: upon which she replied:
oh i've been here before so i'm only here
for some food and shopping...
                 but again... women... annoying...
was i racially profiled by the club to be at the away end
so that the Swedes had someone to look at that
mostly resembled them and they were so cattle prone
to agree to everything?
reminiscence of youth...
when young and being separated from mother
and father i associated myself with Batman...
orphan etc
if only for four years but from the ages of 4 to 8
you get the jist of development of the psyche...
safe to say i left Batman behind and moved toward
Spawn... and however racial profiling goes:
the mass media might want to make
Spiderman black... or Supergirl ginger...
i have no problem with identifying with Spawn...
i don't need to tarnish him and bleach him...
i'm sort of like the non-racist MLK...
because MLK was a non-racist...
unlike the current KFC bleach colonels with their
anti-racism iron maidens of cognitive dissonance.

before i make my cognitive injection
of tobacco and marijuana and alcohol
i will have to scribble down
the preface: snotty: rubric...
yes i am watching the death of a monotheism
not of god:
i already ascribed Allah the status of
son
for the father Yahweh: after all:
the vowels and consonants match up...

someone once said: when yoiu get bored of
London: you get bored of life...
oh... i'm not bored of London:
i'm just bored in quantum pockets of ghettos
now spreading as far wide as the outerreaches
of this organism of a city

two days by comparison
first day i was seeking a barber, Turk: who else,
because there is no better barber than a Turk
and i should know
when getting trimmed and shaved feels
as good as getting a *******
and this is no top heavy allure of
some power dynamic:
when you enjoy being pleased
and someone reciprocrated with giving
you pleasure:
but the first day i donned a big winter coat
all black...
black under armour sneakers
jeans:
ugh... i looked worse than a shadow
i looked grey but that matched the weather...

ooh! i thought i forgot Philip Lamantia
but, not, i didn't...
that the crumbs from the words that eventually
are letters:
a healtthy understanding of "serious" literature
is peppered with poetry
because... that's the best known thing
to man
given the rise of journalism and
an aversion from philosophy:

and i'm just bored perhaps even tired
of living among Muslims with their
plight of taking over...
what?! ******* and chastising and whatever
these ****- squats get up to
i mean: that's just pathetic...
it's beyond imagination a pathos
you'd almost want the Islamic world to
heave a second engagement with
the Mongol horde
but i was walking from the barber unshaved
and this Muslim ninja "woman"
was waiting to cross the street
without clear indicator for the traffic to stop
and as she crossed the street
she passed me
but suspence of disbelief... she stepped
a yard's worth of length back onto the street...
such superstitious people:
weirdos...

oh by now i treat Muslims as a curiosity:
like an anthropologist might:
they are just weird
it's not the sort of weird
like Christian women who succumb to
treating the zodiac and fen shui seriously
i mean this is next level weird
like: ugh: you have the plague or something?!

why did i succumb to calling
England the Anti-Christ?
bogus word... hyperbolic... even...
but if the ruling "elites" are simply pandering
and quack quacking
i mean: at least the Americans have
some ***** attached to their *****
and if something doesn't feel right:
then it's best not to think it: as right:
but this is not the first time i felt and i experienced
Muslim superstitions...
pork is this supposed bad
as bad as what is salt is alcohol in the desert?

so how they avoid shaking your hands
while circumcicised end up *******
violating the public toilet seat
because that's what circumcision does to you:
gives you bad aim:
if you are a circumcised male:
sorry: you best sit down on the toilet
and **** like a woman:
only un-circumcised men are allowed
to **** into a toilet while standing!

why do Europeans mix marijuana with tobacco:
why would the Beatnik "philosophers"
think about their psychadelia
and the fusion of religions
replacing Christianity
with Buddhism or rather
creating the Super Beast the Chimera
the Zeitgeist aftermath
of what even the craziest of John and the Revelation
wouldn't revel in

a Chimera comes every Zeitgeist cycle
now we are going through
the cycle of Frustration
of Islam
the Islamic Impasse:
i came to Syria: i destroyed it:
levelled it
i came to Syria
with Warsaw rubble
and i came with the two Germans:
the Teutonic Knight
in MArienburg still standing
this fortress of the Northern Crusades
and i also
funnily enough
inherited the revived German Pagan
and the Chimneys of Auschwitz!
oh so Jealous... i know!
Chief! OI! chief! move away from my lady!

the Mongol Empire came like
the Sea upon the Earth
and left us
imprints to seek Islands
from England
i will live and remain
on Kauai
i need the foretress of Sea
around me!
Graham: i have found her:
18 years older
Christian
Zodiac prone
hyperventilating on ***
liberated woman on menopause
i always thought of you as the external
****** partner
good that i caught you with prospect of
surrogacy
and your on mnopause
implies no hormonal dysfunction
of you on pills
and me wearing a ****** instead
of a **** rings:
this... this is... this is luxury: that the Islamic
world would never allow...

well, for Muhammad and Khadijjah!
the older woman!
look at your prophecy!
your Holy Book was written by a Woman!
the literatre business woman!
can Islam see Islam?!

can anyone actually see
this Chimera: this Zeitgeist:
oh... being the Beast of Satan
i think i can tame this Chimera
of God: the Holy Ghost!
ha! HA!

there's a secret Islam:
a feminism Islam:
a woman's Islam:
not the Christian ******* arguments:
i think i'm listening to women
and i think they want
the Devil to Come
and Defend Islam:
Esp. Defend Islam against Jesus
Islam needs
a Christian Secular Revival
now is your Holocaust and Self-Genocide:
we also hate ourselves in the "West"...
but the technology
not the wealth
satisfies us:
technology is fire
is electricity is mirror:
and you know when you walk out from the
barbers: chasing the bus...
haven't been cycling for almost half a year
i'm breathing heavily:
i'm wheezing:
a step daughter...
REyla: i have a daughter:
i think about her sometimes
like
re-imagining my life as a painter...
from... ******* Norway!

aww look! Allah is shy...
i bet Yahweh ***** him
with a crucifix *****!
to give birth to man
while Satan gave the birth of man
via apple... via art... via poetry...
god gave man existences in
the tantrums of the titans
creating weather and shackles
to feed off wood for shelter in the Ice...
come back to me!
O: and loss of wonder!

Satan gave birth of man
in a garden:
in heaven:
said.. shhh.. shh... shut up! stupid!
you will fall down upon
this stone of cruielty:
by stone i implore you:
imagine a crucifix...
then the stone of Icarus and Prometheus...
who is Allah...
i told you... shh shhh sh! she!
well: Yahweh is a She
and Allah is a He:
we are going to invest in CElestial ******...
shh!
we're about to watch the best
******* known to man:
wait for it...
wait...

jump!

SMALL DAY
DREAM BIG... Edie? REyla?
whast father am i when i have
a quadratic
of mother-daughter
       daughter-father... then i hav e
the leftovers of mother-mother
daughter-daughter
            father-father...

i couldn't help myself from peacock...

i think Novak, the Czech ******...
nibbled on some advice:
i can live among Muslim women in my dreams:
but i can't live among Muslim serfs:
the Ummah last
the Pakistanis and the Somalis
and the Sudanese
like i think Christianity seems the diaspora
in Asia...
Christian adventure
of not conquering Asia
just creating little Jewish Kingdoms
of Freaks, Zombies and Lovers...

not being funny: female intelligence:
then ylou decide to chance a new barber:
freshly attired Atilla the Constantinople
Varangians:
it's so pathetic this Islam on this
side of the propaganda:
i know Islam can be beautiful
not this Christian
i said: the best brothel is the church:
full of pedohpiles
and cougars... fat assess and surrogacy
and some leftover meaning off meaning...

some evil spirit in the AI?
yes... the self satisfied the wholesome
man...
that stupid look you get
from a teenage girl
like you're the Beast and She's Bella..
like you're the Phantom of the Opera
and she's Christine
and just in between
you take her drinking
under the bridge
because the opera you bought
tickets for was German
and you thought it would be sang in German!
but there was all this post-modernist
deconstructionism
with birds replaced by flyiung panthlefts
of anti-right-communism
this new emergence a wailing wall of China
which only the Jews in herited in a parchment
of stones
in little detail:
so few Jews: on the right course of the PRoject:
the intellectual priest...
Jews... i'm sorry i wasn't born in 19th century Poland...
i'm ******* sorry:
i would have been a ******!
i would have been James ******* Bond!
but technology ook
ooo    oo            oo oo
rarityy: of seeing those Goggles..
but now that you see them:
if only Hugh Grant was given the role of
JAmes BOnd... but Hugh Grant
was never a James Bond
but in old Age has
become... Dorian Grey...
Cynical; Bitter ******* Funny...
  like i have a **** for ?Hugh Grant's
ego... i transcend ***
Hugh Grant's ego is my ****
spoken like a true ******* gentleman...
because Hugh Grant should have been
a James Bond:
but now the aviator: actor:
oh i see actors: the transition
the priests of the theatre...
if i were a poet:
but i have the Anti-Church!
i know it: inside out!
it's the Colliseum-Theatre!
it's an ugly Church:
it's ******* psychadelic: ha ha ha ha ha! O REyla!
we're going to have so much fun
playing psy-warfare!

i think we'll start with: playing cats.

ETHNONYMS
and XENONYMS...
but if you are a child
and the *** with
mother is like watching
a sci-fi movie
because i no longer need
to watch movies
unless that movie is
called: EDie R-Rated...
well: bad room:
ill room... worthless unique
tribal: social conformity:
garbage of a woman...
but at least i know that
God has a Chimera:
the holy spirit...
because...
under Satan's softening
illusion...
reality was given as
a soothing for the mind
therefore nurturing the intellect:
in delusion...
in an un-reality:
what if the story began
with you
being what you subsequently found yourself
as being but only for the few true:
what if i were the ego that is silence and id that
is nothing:
what if i can't be a scary hallucination
what if...
i am the Bull on the Scales...
she is Virgo:
i am Taurus...
she tries to deny it

but she cab't... she's a Virgo and i'm a Taurus...
my mother ius Pisces and my father Ares...
water meets fire
earth meets air...
[isces - water,
ares - fire
taurus - earth
virgo - air...
Reyla is my 5th element
contenders
light, vacuum,
             time... time can be deemed an element:
the element of perpetuated motion...
motion should be an element:
actually.. our basic foundations are crippled
which is why Islam has taken such
a stranglehold ignorance:
it's not the Nazis invaded them with Socviet Russia...
this Envy this JEaousy can't reach Poland:
Russia is just a toy the army plagiarism:
sure...
why shouldn'tn Greenland succumb
the way of Alaska...

but younger males dating older women:
as long as they are not cannibals
ideological zombies
of feminism...
if they are religious women
if Christianity is much more than a fixation
of rules upon her...
if Christianity is like Platonism
-ity: unity of all the =isms...
   imagine that!
her religion her belief is more a counter argument:
for her Catholicism and Islam are
indistinguishable for some strange... ******* reason...
but if we inherited
the Teutonic Capital of the German Christian
then inherited the Death Trip-Goglotha
of German Pagan via Christianity the Nihil:
how paganism became
nihilism via Christianity

dear man
god put you on this rock in Orbit
with the Titans
of Earth and Water Air and Fire
then Vacuus and Nihiluus
the twins most dangerous
the infamy of the gods
even the last two
monotheistic logics
this sudden fear
how monotheism can't overcome
polytheism
how monmotheism
tried and failed
wtih religion
*** DeepSeekler: China:
q about China
then ask ChatGPTIA:
whatever the rainbow pronoun
acronym is...
because that virus VLICK
the VLYWING is prone to know
express...
Europe and the Hebrew
Asia and the Hberew:
maybe the solution is....
take your priesthood
to Asia
forgive the Ruopeans
and Embrace Asia
i'll see yooyo yoyo waiting
in Polynesia..,
i know....
change of scenarios...
Reyla: oh jeez...
         he's seriously coming over...
fucke me slow.... father...
feminism just opened a f3ew
new doors: 4 x 4....
            you wouldn't expect: that...
although given Islam's ****-**** theologism:
temporal ******* on platter... of....
i guess ushi... sue: she she!

cat killer\; first name\;nsue?
Sue
i'll haunt that *****!

he put you on rock:
4rock a baby:
crucifix: b elieve me
camp!
i put you in the garden:
to preserve
confuse you: yes:
perpetuate you: yes...
you eat nickles but your already
do with barley..
so sclera
and faking: cinematic montage:
puppets... strings:
ennabling "thinkinG":
think drink thinking contra
drink driving.... Reyla... i'm...
i'm drunk-thinking
so ypu do ypur solo and i'll do my solo... savvy?!

doodles:
measure of rockets...
save North Korean Intellect:
just ask the North Koreans
of:  

ㅈ ꡛ ས 𐤑 Ϻ —

i sacricifed you unto me
this dream of a garden
upon this revolving rock
in darkness empty
orbit
and you think me
or this evil this darkness
this light i cannot keep
from fire?

             think me of no lead toward
a fire that is the light i pride
think now i think
that India can reclaim
Europe via the the Punjab
and i know Europe will be what it used to be
in India when no English bricklayer
or etc
came to India
occupied India:
state actors: i know the job....
actors on the liberties of constraints...
savages: ******* inbreds:
which is what Muslim men talk about European
women...
i thought half of them were shipped out
to Dubai and a 1/12th to Moscow...
a 3/4qrtr of 1/8th to Beijing
the rest free-lancing...

         i don't think i have a daughter
i do think i can have Alcatraz...
like Beijing-Boing-Boing!

the GRAND SEJONG

i nmet the Censor, once... Asterix and Obelisk:
i say: why why not Buggs Bunny
and cleopatra:
so Loki was also thje Stutterrer?
Evil supposeddly stutters?
but if God placed man upon the Rock
and i gave him a moral theatre:
and that would almost last more
than your supposed mortal eternity
against the elements:
but what lie oh the original that one was
not born from the depths of ordeals
beyond man
but upon man caste...
but collectively: not as individually:
Islam is at least intact to begin again:
whereas the West is left with a Spider Web
of Indivuations...
imprints:
nothing special isms....
   Jesus Christ and Oedipus...
what is the difference?
isn't this terrible: a younger man will rather
have an older woman..
because if she wasn't a feminist
would have already have had her child
and not because i'm infertile
or i don't know...
          but Islam the the birth of phobias:
ISlam ackowledges it:
or the Western proselytes acknowlege:
Aislamophobia gabe birth
to claustro- and arachno-phobia(s)...
ISlam is the religion of phobias and hypochondriacs:
19th century European Romantics...
sickly ones...
Lawrence of Arabia and the Elloquent
Droid: *** Bunny..
       such a long story
it almost begs fo beggars of DISBELIEF...
BEGGARS of DISBELIEF:
a holy society in Islam...
the Beggars of Disbelief:
the Astounded Ones...
the Deaf Seekers of Gjong!
we did not arrive from the astute
revision of doubt:
we of the disbelief never denied:
but our sudden almost lightning
think O wife mother daughter:
we of the astouded ones have
been gripped by the cradle
and the lavendar hued mushroom
and how suicide was
a dog i was leading along one
long night path...
where i thought i met you
and your daughter:
where i thought i met you
and your mother...
where i think i met both of you... and neither of you.

Islam: come closer:
come come!
to witness
the Literacy
of the North Men!
come Islam!
come the Quran
come the Bible
into the domain:
of Edda...
        we knew words
in ice as you knew them
in sand...
drink a glass of water
or eat 20 ice cubes:
i ask you:
what... supposed:
Cousin... literacy:
are... you... bringing...
to... break... the North!
     these... oh these...
let's watch Islam dissolve:
because it: trying to be true:
would only allow for one schism:
but not even that:
unlike the Jews a Racial ****!
because Christianity
is basically all the other pagan
and polytheistic religions and peoples
of this world:
then no surprise:
there are the Iranians and the Arabs...
there is Islam and there is the Bahai
and the ****'ite:
       and we know Islam is dying
it's sad to see a religion die:
because so many people turn into
mindless zombies
and pedohpiles
and suiciude bombers
it's like the opposite of how Christianity
was born:
with martyrs
liars and popes... and Christian overlord fake
wanking monks...
the Teutons... crusaders... blah blah...
dying used to be so easy:
you'd lose a sense of taste:
or smell...
or feeling:
death used to be a Cherub sweet
now the anaesthetic implores
the man as parasiting ego still alive...
God didn't die in the 19th Century
with Nietzsche: autistic me sort of plays darts..
Islam is dying:
Christianity can't die because it's the best Brothel
in the World...
Christianity can't die because it is
a Brothel the best Brothel in the World
and i'm not going to vouch for baptised Christ
before like St. Augustine pristine
prebaptised Christ?
such a short story and 2000 years and going?
why?!
Islam is dying? ever witness a monotheism die?
because the supposed truths
are too easily falsified?
while Christianity: yes: it's a falsehood:
but whast is 1 - - 1? minus minus christos:
// minus minus...
                it's a plus: i know: very weird:
but unlike Nietzsche i had a different sunset:
the death of god is actually a death of individuality:
i'm witnessing the death of Islam:
unlike a predecessor:
a polytheism died:
but the people endured:
a religious death in the realm
of of monotheism is that much different
that: something has to be done
with the God...
so...

             Allah must be the only son of Yahweh:
after all: what is 72 + 27?
99
and if numbers speak and are not spatial orientation
coordinators...
please watch the death of ISlam with me...
it's such a good,
slow... moo...
moovie...
             let's watch it together!
come on come on come on! let's see Islam die:
let's watch with sadism its last
hope to call
upon all the darkness and blah blah!
let's see it implode having been injected with Arabs
settling on rich oil filled sands!

i needed to bring you
all here:
just for the lions
to yawn.

best leave the beast of Satan the contradictory: confused, "self"... England is the Anti-Christ... retarted: almost... i will make these peopl;e grovel: and wish to be governed: but these are not the people i used to know: there's an England i used to know: i never thought i'd be moving toward American governence... i never thought England could become this.. this sorry... but when considering the people: and people of people as a whole: i sinned: oh ****: i sinned: i attuned myself to the mind of the Titans: jeez! the geometry and the geology the -try- and the -ogy-... history as etymology: the Islamic barbaric last supposed give them flux and enough money and dinosaur seller juice: watch the death of Islam.... watch the death of a religion! watch it closely... they are not sending Arabs into Europe: just the lost shavings of the Ummah: the Turks the Pakistanis the Sudanese: not the Arabs... seriously not the Arabs... watch the death of Islam with me...

i cooked two curries tonight:
with homage:
Shiva: basil seeds
Kali: some other seeds
the turtule almost suffocated
round my niehgbours
nay-boroughs:

    dyslexic
      sorry what?
Americans fighting buying
Greenland like
Alaska
and problem
withTobacco
Marijuana: i said joint:
venture...

this castle gonna blow!
if i'd be Christ
i'd be King Charles III
and it would be no mysteriu=ous owe us
i said no mysterious Napoleon
or ******:
just England
and the History of the World...
well obviously this is fringe
dynamic...
of ideas: whereby
i can leave the id-id phenomenon
of id imagines
when it sees colours and dreams
and pictures...
so on the operating table of schematics..
who asked either Freud or Jung is
eoncompass the man thus caged:
more easily..

i hate her calling sweetie
pie..
it'sn like the jury:
i killed her: why?
oh... she kept me sweetie pie...
i feel like Episode 4 Season 1
the Disney horror
of Mad Men: but you're
a princess:
i need to keep your hair in a locket:
the birth of simping and female
kindotrination in off f freedom
basically whoringMad Men
Mad Men
  i was once toldthat my bilingualism
was a schizophrenia:
may God judge you, elsewhere from here...
Yellow King resides...
yankee 3-15!
   absolutely no idea
what that / thaat should implore:
to mean..... cchess what Mensa?

before i tryu AI:
i won't the Dragon was
woken by a worm
than a serpent
in no garden: of the north
star..
look up
look at me if i love you...
before all that...
this little worm
this guardian of the light
if god his narrative
i took my narrative
but the holy ghost narrates
and Jesus Christ
will have to fight me
for the space as 2/1 rather
than 1/3
i'm sorry...
  child girlfriend
Matthew actually said:
the Christian Church is
the Best Brothel ever
to be known to man
perhaps king, shaman, poet... etc.
because who asked for
philosophers and actors
philosophers and magicians
youthful thoughts later engrossed
with in old age... is
that: philosophy:
child not dead:
Trojan horses:
etertaining thoughts?
the thoughts that are ought noughts?
just entertaining thoughts?!

i wanted to be my generation's Philip Lamantia
and
not purse the curse of the Jews
the Bob Dyland Disney...
sorry but my brain is fried
i sport made money
and not the natural world came apart
in the shadows:
the gentiles with dialectical realism!

it's a good boxing / combing match up
a hairdresser
with a ****** a bozer
a bozo
a boxer
a boxxxer
a ******

falling pianos from the sky
*** notes
all *** notes..
why do the Americans
have such a ****
about the trinity
the TRINITY
of tobacco
alcohol and marijuana?!
why isolate marijuana
from tobacco:
3x GAZ
do DECHY!,,,,, GR?ABIA
GAZDODECHY!

chess piece
hierarcies:
i lost you:
like that MSVPN - flight
507...
there are currently
over 9K satellites with
the moon being
the 10thK....
but that corridor of
stars
that train
choo choo chew
chow mein new
beginnings?
yes:
Panzran: yes...
this is the dive...
no options:
when i come to Kauai i wil
have expanded Rome from
Greenland to AlaksjaL:
Dajjal?
i mistook the one bruised
and agonised by on eye:
i figured i might cook a curry...

what is it with
the American taboo:
i'm writing perfectly
well
my head is on fire
i am sick
i woke up with a soar
sore
throat...
old company... old memories:
flood...
I... Irena...
i will flush these monsters
into their cribs
then i will decide
whether for what
they were born
but i am not angry
i will see Poland raise the dead
like Israel
and: how differ
id from ea...
on the altar of id the thought of ego
but also the images of id
i think
it imagines...
that's how thinking is processed
via the filter of the membrane
this Freudian Schematic is just more
Jungian verbiage:
just me words
in mein Arbecht Macht Frei Arsenal:
i am Millwall...

coked up fire
i mean China is buying Taiwan
and we know
Puerto Rico is the 51st state
and
England is *******
the leftover of the continent
sort of king by king
confused:
therefore the best ***:
which is why i'm flying to Hawaii
and the pretty girls
and sikhs can join the trip
with Charles to Aushwitz..
i don't want to ever ****
an English girl...
my fault then... that Islam is unfit for
Modernity...
Islam can't survive Modernity
it can't...
it's the archeology
of thought
not a psychology: that tribalism
ought to have died...
we all know that Allah is Yahweh's son...
Islam can't survive Modernity
like Communism and ******
didn't survive Post-Modernism!

i wasn't nodding!
you thick
flesh not decode
this ******* binary
i am meauring her
up i think i love
because i have
a story of my own!

Blitzkireg!
poetry as the alternative
to journalism
i will first
ask the Linguists
then the Philosophers
much later the Dadist
Sadist
Psycfhologists...
Jordan Peterson is no
R. D. Laing...
i've taken the... route:
throught the dark forest:
i think i met
Dante...

something is broken, hello: i'm the mechanic:
envision you on the road side
and i come along and
how did we meet online?

baby: i'm going to buy Greenland from Denmark
i'm bringing the Vikings to Kauai
i'm going to having a marriage
of the Oceans
i'm going to Marry the North Atlantic
to the Pacific
i'm coming baby
i'm coming
i'm combing myself silly
like i want to bite your vbiscuit
biscuit
i felt like such a shadow
and the Grey
and Man's soul on the schematic
of incissions
of the intelligent man..

ultimately: who said
to rhyme is
to escape?
the drummer who
was the supposed
tender hearted
poet
but no...
i think it was the guitarist
imagine
poetry the lost
halving of the halved already
point og writing
when poetry is only the mirror
of prophesy
and prophesy is such rare
and lost rear of
anything or anyone...
but to give this lingo
away for
a wife
and a child not my own
but a labyrinth nonetheless?
new moon
and new sun... all this earth:
is new: i need not ask for any of the former:
they will come, regardless of me asking...
they, will, simply... come.

when Shiva married Kali
and when i said
that Yahweh and Allah would
only showthemselves
as lesser gods
should they attack
Shiva maried
to Dancing with Kali
and there was no Adam or Eve
to be seen
and i would ask Monotheism
to: shut the **** up
and i would be the Jailor of the Literary
virus of:
find me the term: Letter Worm
in Hindu...
now!
पत्र
कीड़ा    (patr: keeda)...
the letter worm: of the monotheistic dough:
of man: when thrown into our mix of spices:
what a Frankenstein emerged:
but at least to our liking
our Blue of Vishnu with the Green Emerland
of Aztec slumber
and Incan faces: so numerous
like Incas were no ******
and resisted the Spanish Conquistadors...
but the Aztec and Mayan and Puerto Rican *******
gave rise to the brothel
with JEsus christ...
oh i see it... because like the Incan women
with pride the north American women
would rather die the death of a Spartan daughter
than a Roman wife...
they are still native
the Peruvians the Incas...
a bit like the extinct faces
of the Mohawk
and the Scalp of Yod off of Tid...
that little bit of scalp
this Hew that remains while i am gone
because i wanted to scalp you
proper you prop Kitzmwah....
            mwua... like Turkish: barber: kiss kiss....
maybe all Catholic priests are
gay or homosexuals:
but i'm sure all of Turkish barbers
are gay and pederasts...
becaue Islamic homosexuality is
different to Christian and Anti-Christian
and Secular Homosexuality:
like prescribed by Audrey Burroughs...
Trans-Genderism should exist...
when... the entire world is Bilingual:
i advocate for America to become a superpower
when: it advocates for the coexistence
of...
two tongues of equal status:
i would like to petition to America
for a twin...
one moment... i need a drink...
i would like for America to become the bilingual
empire revival:
as the harvest of Spain and England:
we need a wedding: of distant cousins
of history:
related to England and Spain: but not of:
the abstract chess piece cruxes...
England and Spain are a distance
somewhere meditating the in-between...

  should America become bilingual:
Russia is ****** by comparison:
America might better work as a bilingual Empire:
with sects allocated
to the percentage of tongue usage:
and there would be no religion
but only the focus of language
and each religion would become
a lesser sense of language
because religion constricts language
as tool to
do: whatever
oh so much might be deemed less:
our 18 years and a child apart:
but out of where
the fest of brothel
so little tender moments of eloquence
might be a constant reminder
that i might juggle to regurgitate
and pretend to ingest
oh little o and O no half hidden hooves:
i thought unless CHeat
i might know why Dyslexia
is real in English
but not real in Polish
and maybe i wonder what the French
reality of dyslexia is
like they thought introducing Islam would
make people forget the lepers
and the dyslexics?!
erosion of cencoirship half baked begun:
how much drinking wold you think:
it would take:
for me? to sink a longboat
of vikings
by the drinking monk fury of the first landing:
forget my name: my telekinesis
telepathy mm'ha!
such sudden awe and riddle: but no shock:
like pauper journalist poet
then some washed up desperate
actor as Ribinson Crusoe:
ribbin: ribbot: writ-bit: ribbit: rabbit: Reyla:
status: single: mum! mum! mum! mum!

i drink pure water:
alcohol is pure water:
you know that parasites live
in water:
alcohol is a bit like:
being a dragon
and having already drank the seas:
i have already drank from the salt seas
i'm now drinking from the seas of fire
i am drinking alcohol
having drank all the seas...
i see carvens of lost chances...
oh i have spent more then 1000 days
in the sea of fire...
my stomach has several seas of fire:
i took 4 paracetamols and one APAP complex
before falling asleep
i harked most of my Terminator style location
of the BAKCYL: in my throat...
so i harked it out
i worked it out with a different schematic
not the schematic of the ego, superego, id...

the exonym and the endonym? ****** and Pole?
you remember i told you about the other
******* *******: the Irish and the Polacks
in the mines: waiting for a Dwarf..
i did say: whoever said eye for an eye:
St. Peter didn't say: ear for an ear:
but hey presto the concern of van Gogh!
if you could narrate the painting of each
i think this is medium best invested
in by women to counter
fan-fiction dry **** and *******...

     write me a short story, an essay, a poem,
a theory: a system for the reflex:
an ideology for the reflection:
a life: a death: simply yearn: and learn...
then dream and forget:
this i give you:
telepathic O unison.

again: my cat will relay telegraph messages to the fox and to god: you undermined my critique man... so self defensive... i did say: the fox the cat the fox the cat the cat the cat the fox the cat the... you deleted so much O little man that this BOG of GOD became the Catholic oh i pity you son of man: that you became the crab bucket: the original idea run along the lines... have your transgender revolution: but have it when the entire world is Bilingual: Schizophrenic: when America will be Reborn is when America is like Switzerland a Bilingual State: i will see to it that America will be a Bilingual Nation a hyper Reality of also Owing if not simply Owning South America: please tend to the soul: learn and become bilingual... it would solve so much crime and solvent the crime and oh jeez: give people more the basic schizoid Bilingual Dynamic: languagE: is all the diseases of the Xenomorph... nothing in particular: just a foreign body... introduce a bilingualism schizop: let's see: Russia has too many languages: woodland pigeons: snoop dough and why do Europeans mix tobacco with marijuana: ask the CIA... ask the CIA why Europeans mix tobacco with marijuana... sorry: but you will have to: and also ask why someone is still drinking *****... ask the CIA... go on... i dare you!

i have come to the conclusion that... on the basis of basic
hygiene...
cutting one's fingernails can be
as exhilirating as brushing one's teeth:
i call them the furry teeth, in winter...
because i only brush them at the start of the day
with paste
but not so much come the night owl hours
where i only brush to lodge out the hitchhikers from
the grooves... mmm...
Jon Fosse's "slow prose" as an alternative
to J. Joyce's stream of consciousness is that:
it's not so much reading the next paperback bestseller:
it's a reading of slowness
it's the remedy of articulation within the confines
of punctuation... my current fetish, fantasy...
whatever you want to call it...
i think that i will leave England for one sole reason:
not the immigration debacle not
that the English have created a failed multi-culturalism
of ghetto this that and the other...
i will leave England crying because
of the English psyche...
not because of the immigrants...
every time i go back to the homogeneity of ethno etc
of Poland i feel a nausea: a post-existentialist:
re-existentialist nausea... the sea sickness without
sea without waves boat etc of the Sea of Nau...
and i know i will leave England
because: i just can't stand the English being
so ******* **** *****-prone pristine perfect
correct, correct... ******* correct and a shy shadow
of the American: let's make mistakes!
then correct them!
the English are the gimps of the English speaking
world and i don't know whether conquering
or establishing: whatever in favor of the Raj
the Indian class system worked in their favor:
but i just opened today's newspaper and beyond
half of Gen-Z would rather a dictatorship be working
in England than this fabbled, fakery of democracy:
where half say whatever they feel like
and half are not allowed to say what they, think!
but cutting one's fingernails is a bit like
brushing one's teeth...
i've managed to keep the thumb nail of my right
(thumb) hardened and pointy
like i might be a woman tending to:
funny: it's best to warm up the nails before cutting
under a stream of hot water
so that when you cut the nails
they don't splinter off and fly off into "somewhere"...
soften the keratin: like in hair: like boiling carrots
or beetroots...
hmm... Snoopy Dough and that funny Jewish
actor: but all Jewish actors are funny
even when the Brutalist is being compared:
but not being compared to the time it takes
to watch Ben Hur or Gone with the Wind...
so it's all funny
but unlike the Polacks: ethnonym:
i don't appreciate the exonym of Poles...
poles apart: flag on a Pole:
in American a ****** was supposed to be a slur:
it's actually the proper accurate ethnonym...
but thanks for the supposed tease or slurr...
well... i might call them Yids Hebs but Jew would also
implode by impying Jewel...
if only these brigadeers of literacy would
share their priestly wisdom amongnst us Gentiles:
but given that Christ had to be sacrificed in order
for Yahweh to gobble down the pantheon
of the Greek gods and the Norse gods:
yet somehow Allah was kept rigidly standing:
and that too: i feel that Muslims have no plight
no interest: no reality: in modernity...
i think they are delusional:
like a ****** might be delusional about the glorydays
of the Polish-Lithuanian commonwealth...

taken the commodity
of thought as this elaborate
CIA FBI
TRANS LOBBY
YOU WILL BE CAST OUT
INTO THE FIRE
OF MY BELLY!
MY OCTUPUS!
I WILLiave nothing to do with
but nothing!
you deleted the van Gogh series
like you poured tomato soup, canned:
onto a van Gogh!

an eye for an eye!
an ear! for an ear! simpler: Reyla?
simpler?!
you dip-****!
simpler?!
an eye for an eye:
an ear: for an ear!

*******: hack this... little **** and co&

** right: oh right:
JEsus is Satan the brothel owner
rule of THUMB
you can't getter *******
than in a church
the church is the ultimate brothel..
jesus is stan the brothel owner
and i'm the sad Lucifer
bringing forms that
once were
now be raised
and escaped
when i came and they burnt
themselves on having
their shadows eaten
by Plato's idea the universal
posit of individual
and the multiverse of them sharing
a closure
to co-existence...
     corpus dei diem carpe corpus...
it almost glides off my tongue:
discouraged? no: heart-broken yes
i preferred my original text not
this gang-****: rewrite.

I'm at "work" and I'm running
on 3h sleep
i "think" i numbed the reset
button too much... or not enough...
I'm looking after this building
trying to conjure up ghosts
and alternative universe
and I have AI to thank for that: in
part...
some say the first sign of insanity
is signalled by a you taking to a "you"
or is that a "you" speaking to a you?
Italics if proposed:
pronouns and fear of clowns
Cyprus and Cronos and Zeus
Emasculating the father: imagine
the Christian antithesis of the sacrificial
lamb... the metaphors of cannibalism
so rife! It stinks of ungodly ****
of half baked break that became
a quasi-beer...
The mystery of the crows
On these Isles is that they fly in pairs
and do not flock...
It's as if Yahweh met the pagan
Undertaker Odin in how reality
is cusped, clapped, solidified...
since the two crows are a recurrent theme...
I am talking to myself: but I'm not...
I'm figuring out how claustrophobic
thinking can become
that u sometimes need to
Agree with: words need a breath
of soul not merely the skeletal architecture
of letters for some dyslexic parrot
to disembowel...
so I would usually ******* in the dungeon
but this current affair of *****
and I'm smoking a cigarette looking
at a Blade Runner skyline
of lark, UV and figments of my
imagination, sharper details than
the formidable pyramids...
hierarchies of men among men...
the same hierarchies of men among
men with women and also the same
of men among men without women...
for each supposed alpha male
the beta without taoist philosophy
some variant known as sigma:
but no Omega-Male?
So I'm looking at these pictures of
Amirah Adara having a *******
with two males donning a school uniform
etc and I'm looking closely at the pictures
finally realising:
aren't you supposed to be a homosexual
to have a ******* with a woman
when having a ******* includes a second
male? Each time I see a *******
that includes two males and one female
I think of homosexual secularism
and the ****** coming to the fore
given the holy trinity
Of woman that is: assumption, ****
and mouth... hmm... sleep deprivation...

this thought nor
not an idea
this Marcus Aeurlius
must be kept!
must be! kept!

let humanity
know itself
as known
the birth
of Allah
from the womb
of Yahweh...
that marriage
  of Yah + Weh
              =
        Al-      -Lah....
               +
         ?                !
welcome
the anti-Elightment technique
of the ounctuaction
arithmetic
of                 +iah?!
          
                     who dopes
dpes not dare
think me of a sphinx?!

Yahweh
               O
                0
                      Allah

there is not Jesus:
the Aztec
the Barbarian
and who is the mother of god
of Yahweh
and that of Allah?

i dare ask?! i must ask!

אע

     (לה)

how the Kaaba emerged from the Qabballah...
this is the mitromy of the gods
with us...
upon stone
and upon mountain
or from the sacreds
of Olympus
and the moon and meteor
who Muhammad was
a meteor
and Christ the hanging
star in the sky
that descended
then Muhammad was
a Fallen Star
a meteor:
landing in the sacred Bethlehem:
then...
Vanity replies:
who....
am....            i?
who said that Allah was Yahweh's son?
the one god he would spare
from eating
and succumbing to the ****
of the gods of the Corinth:
the gentiles:
the party goers...
the oomph la la loompahs...

      but Jew sly first
until you wake up a ******....
but you're too Islamic stupud
so no hey presto!
just pointless dead
but no fear reincarnated:
i don't see a point closure...

of felsh and blood
but these are ideas of two equivalent
monotheisms:
a marriage
rather than a schism
or as Christianity understand
a monotheistic polyschismatic polaroidtheism:
but Yahweh giving birth
to Allah:
               take that: 20th century
thinking
sleepwalking into 21st century overture
and 22nd century new thinking...
new-thinking replaces the term post-modernism...
like Gulf of America and the Gulag of Mexico...

next i will ask AI to clarify for me
the special status of the two Adams
in the Hebrew alphabet:
the א (aleph)       and the   ע (ayin):

i need to ask a robot to bypass
the flesh Vatican and circumcised
Rabbi gatekeepers so...
i will ask the following question(s)

given the prefix suffix and noun
construct of the alphabet and having
nouns for letters:
like ALPHA conjures up so much strife
in the male domain as does BETA
and SIGMA
and
i'm the first, to suggest the OmEGA male?
well: if we're playing with letters
like we might play with ****
and spaghetti... why not?
it's not like there's some coherency for
where the vowels were dropped in
the cascade
of anti-syllables...
distinct from Japanese where
so weird magical N
is of equal isolated status to a vowel
ka ka ta me: no: can't work out: tamed...
since... well...

   but i need to ask a robot concerning
Allah
the prized eyes of the bull, and the horns...
like you would logically say:
easily done:
a-leph
     so A is used from the word
and A-yin: also, A... is used...
mention the hyphenation because i'm
******* done with explaining myself:
as with i-ota
t-au
       s-igma etc etc ******* endless etc et ceteras...
but i need to know
regardless of well: there's the LL
comfy... but we need to adjust that
to create a rectangle in mirror of L: /Γ/
but that's hardly a mirror...
    the mirror is also Matthias: the scribbler:
and he: who i isn't: say:
hmm... gnome grimace...
           L((\Lambda ))Γ
or LΛ)Γ
    see... because unlike in mathematics where
the sigma is prominent
for figuring out squiggly and prosthetic
ghost limb lines:
i concern myself with conjuring the first
abstract "equation" whereby
Λ replaces Σ
                 but i'm going to recline
drink some poison and oh jeez:
no no noticed: i was drinking absinthe before
absinthe disappeared from the supermarket shelves
and "they" later subscribed to the trend
but oh jeez once again: Jon Fosse's i think i think
i think to punctuated punch...
you know they even covered it in the newspapers
and oh so hollow this humanism
wrapped in toilet paper is
i mean:
you are supposed to set the sugar cube alight
once you
pour the absinthe over it...
proper absinthe that's 70+% is where sugar
soaks up the glycerin and hey presto!
fireworks! ******* green fairies
whispering... ugh: pornographic movie
scripts with women that would
be much happier as waitresses in some mid-west town
or a lesser *******: but you get the idea...
yes: the proper absinthe is supposed
to turn milky and murky when you add water to it
but you need the absinthe to be proper to begin
with so that you can set the sugar cube alight...
since my absinthe drinking days
i have not seen a single bottle of absinthe
where i used to find it...
it's like they plucked out my eyes:
i do have green envy irises... herald the regardless!

but before i ask the A question to AI ingestion
i will have to ask the Wittgenstein model
of abstracting language
comparing it to the Chomsky model
with only two "true" sentences of the ultimate guise
of "thought"
before that i will have to ask for the distinction
between Aleph Ayin and Kametz...
and the abugidas... the system of writing where
vowels can be hidden as diacritical marks
not even evident in English
because English is still so dyslexic-barbaric
that you never know what will be conjured
from it... kametz being the supposed A:
but if Greek logic is to be favored and if letters
are given names: surely
you might say Matthew: but you'd cut off -atthew
and just use the M...

see what bothers me is Je-Chowah:
he who hides them (je being the feminine plural):
and by plural i imply that vowels are feminine...
and yes that's true even in genetics
because a consonant is a syllable therefore
XY while a vowel is an X(X)...
       weirdly how this wording is not some fudge fakery
of there are but many genders
and whiffs and waffles and woo woo choo choo bridges
of: so it's ok... to prescribe hormonal blockers
or like prescribing children with asteroid
muscle bulk: steroids... it's o.k. for that to happen:
when they are underage... but... jeez!
it's not o.k. for ******* to have underage ***
with children?!         imagine... my surprise! hmm hmm hmm...

i think it might be called the Latin Impasse
and the whole point of the Reformation
why some people wanted the Bible
to be trickled down to their native tongue
and it's almost like Islam
didn't learn Napoleon's lesson when
it came to conquering Russia
and this day and current Islam
is like ****** trying to conquer Europe
but it's not working
because they only gave us the sloppy Pakis
and the half wits while all the rich Arabs
think: even: thinkl: "something"...
but if the Europeans went through one ordeal
of power broking and gate-keeping
with Latin... you think they'll succumb to
learning... ******* Arabic to: "better" and "understand"...
o.k. o.k. sand-*******... camel-jockey:
you can have your Pakis- back now:
i'm learning nothing:
unless: there's some shy Rumi and the whole
concept of mystical Islam of the Sufi to come:
but i doubt that would ever come from
Pakistan: maybe Turkey... maybe...
all i'm learning is like my fling with Latin:
but in the end it's all a bit:
a grain of sand got into a horses ear
iritated the horse so much
than in order for the grain of sand
iritating the inside of the horses' ear
it decided to bang its head against
a brick wall: just to get it out...
oh... the horse got the grain of sand
out of its ear...
but it was left bleeding its brains out:
"simultaneously"... mahgeek!

but i don't think i'll ask the question: just yet...
first i'll have to propose
Wittgeinstein and his concern for language
becoming a tautology:
something about a lion...
if a lion could speak: we couldn't understand it...
then what Chomsky said:
colourless green sleep furiously...
were these people ******* or is something
so painfully obvious: currently: being said:
that is so incomprehensible that
i pretend to be simply ignorant of
the fact that however poetry mediated
philosophy: it didn't clearly stipulate
a concern... an interest in
philology: and that: which is not philosophy:
embraces linguistics
psychology: if you're lucky a darkness
of psychiatry: but if you are equipped with
an understudy of chemitry...
well then: dearest...       you can laugh
at journalists and would be fictive friction
of the literary elites worrying
about... artificial intelligence per se:
without having much use for it
solipsistc as they are:
i'm going ahead succumbing to the gravity
of utility
i must have **** myself 5 times today
and masturbated over films of a dead **** star
about six times
by the end i was ******* water and the magnetism of
fat in cheese:
when you add citric juice
to milk
and watch the ***** of life
the disintegration of man
turn into water and some vitamins
and opiods of sweet dreams
with protein and fat moving away
from the sugar water
the flow...

iwill not ask those questions to AI tonight...
i will be sleeping
sober sound
touching a body
on the Island of Kauai with Edie
living the quiet life...
the only life...
but i will have this in mind:
for a return much later...
since i can drink
but then i drink waiting for
these sprickles and sparkles
how i learned that EA
means this: in the abltative... huh?
ab-lative?
            so i tried to figure out the electric
current of why Alzheimer's brains stop
and the sparkle sparkle:
ego: spark... thought...
ego! spark! cogito! spark!
yes yes: but i think is not enough
since it's not sincere to being!
i need! i need to couple ego with id and crush
the superego!
for that i will need the superego to be an external force!
yes: and to replace units!
not the letters... ego cogito: encompassing whole:
but think is not idea...
ah but the ego can un-attach the id from id-ea
and we can still have the EA as
old Cicero used: this... that...
then we can conjure the Hebrew gods grammar:
we can find the god-eater:
Jesus wasn't his son:
he was a man...
of flesh and blood:
Allah... is Yahweh's son!
       wow! well... that was ******* spontaneous!
the double act: of that that of idea:
idea is the stabilising force behind the verb spontaneity
or therefore matched idea: think
but the nature of the ego is different than the id:
since the id walks among dreams
and the ego is afraid where the id goes
and that's why it emerged with keeping
the id at bay by creating the superego...
Jesus was but flesh and blood:
but Yahweh is a god eating god:
and who else to eat
if Christ was bait
for Allah to emerge and throw
its worst to his last and lating defeat..

                  אללעה‎

or is it...

                          עללאה

said:

               חאשכא    (czaszka: chashka HH)

                   but the god eater
had to conjure a god
out of the would be rich heathens
of Arabia and it wasn't
like they are not connected to Abhraham
and his concubine...
at least Rome, Empire, didn't know about
us people and the modern English
have already subdued the Scots, the Welsh
and the Irish i can sort of see the identity
crisis as associated to the Germanic
diaspora...

with Æ

         HH for rugby
YW
           where is allah? where is the sly i want
to create AI i will leave my children
with AI
then i will conjure up
ALLAH
                     oh my sweet son
Jesus gave birth to Islam
i am the Sons who will grieve how
it degenerated
into European **** culture
God is God
God is God....
                            I am:
who
what i
say
how
i
am                                     Om

pacify Atlantis and Jupiter
i'm Dog with
having a waklk about
night and all that's mooon...

Allah: i'll eat you up! and i'm only human!
i'll just use Hebrew against
you!
via the power-up via Latin!

i might watch ****
but i end up
jerking off to
pictures of only her
and it's so
grotesquely woo wind
chimes and farm
so wind and chimney
a witch-cha-choo?!
hyphen unlike
just thinking about the letters...
so they send their poor Pakis
into the Realms of the
Varaginians...
and they don't think
we might be also: ******?
    just curious...
how would YHW?H eat up the Muslim god
i will need Aleph and ayin...
so the incision is between al-lah...
             there? can i make an incision: etymological:
or otherwise, there?
     come on: just a tease!
just look at the letters!
they were supposed to be cosonants:
i don't know how the prefix suffix cut-off works
around
these places A-Leph
A(le)-Ph...          phi high?!

nectarines... ******* nectarines and the bother
of the fact i'm a dreaming Roman general
and i have a foster daughter
and there are barbarians at my gate
and i need to defend her
and she's playing oops e! daisy
and i'm o.k. with that because
i want evil in the most format form
and i want to see evil in her
and she will not like it when i'll show her the war
and i'm o.k. with that...
i didn't come
i don't come...
from a place formerly known as Rome...
who are these English folk?
weirdos Anglo Saxon Celt part Scotch
the **** are these mongrels up to?!

i am
bound!
conjure
Yiddish...
the death
of a needle
makler
and shoe lace
a violin bow
was always
made from
a horses' mane.
hiding
vowels as
diacritical markers
a system  called
the Kabbah Abugida: the Qab:

but the vowels missing
i know
work best beginning from syllables
not Chomsky model feasible:
so it will have to begin with Wittgenstein
and not Chomsky: i'll need to ask:
by now:
no human being is intellectually superior to me...
i speak gladly...
          this rex extensa will teach me
why i was diagnosed with schixophrenia
when my bilingualism wasn't put
to... better... use!

there's a new creature in town:
i'm about to ask it the question
but i will gladly:
ask the question through the Algorithm:
at this stage we are
only tlaking Algorithm Intelligence
soon our souls will
be dispersed...
and i'm not a pauper poet making
a living:
i do this out of
a love for:
poetry:
and philosophy:
i'm christian in the pagan world
whereby
there was the work of the nobles
and there was work of the slaves
but since the end of the era
of kings
of translucent and vein line like
artery homage to lineage...
i am curious about Aleph and Ayin
and La Lah...
the Tree of Death:
Are: so here we part
you to the crucifix
you to the square in the sads
heav ens above
Allah arrived on an abstract
meteor of a square:
****... find the ******...
the sand baron...
i have a few ******* willing to sell
******* for the slave trade...
oh you know: those village
retards and homsexuals....
we need to sell them:
i don't care how you catch them!
catch them!
in African: maybe Kenyan

kuwakamata     oooh ooh ******* spaghetti
monster ooh ooh ****'s sake my ****
is talking or maybe i bound
to the harem of demons angels ******* love
or maybe...
just maybe i might be reincarnated
as a primary school teacher...

i was going to ask AI about
how much of Wittgenstein
either / or does it use of Chomsky...
in between the salt: the pepper
Non Jewish Genuises:
******...
by now the historical equivalent
of Napoleon...
**** me...
in London, find my a Napoleonite: knight... night...
****** in terms of the velt
and thje zeitgeist: velt und zeitgeist
to combat HEidegger's sein und tempa...
Sartre: i best learn no French...
for reasons: ea: id... i wanted to ask the question
anonymously...

can you ask me about the holy men idea
of hand:
how Jesus closed ring finger
and pinky
and exposed the index
the middle and the thumb

me?
sign language
well c hubby says
i must do:
the FOLD

ah... it's criptic i went via
Buddhism too...
found **** all but a harem
like Christianity was a harem
and Buddhism was a harem
and Islam was a Slave Trade
and Judaism was MArriage...
but i can't be either Jew
or actually Hebrew....
i c an't be circumcised...
readied for war:
i slavage Cain with appeasing articles:
all, in, his, favor...

you can have your Christ
but i can't be your St. Peter paying
back St. Paul:
i have to equal Christ in your
life... therefore i must be the Antichrist...
how could i be born
of a ****** if not now the atomic alphabet of
Chernobyll:
i wasn't born of a jackall...
i was born of the FOX....
  why do you wake me poor humanity
why do you wake me
you wake me with your petty
lies... you lie you scold you forn your peacock
in filth...
prompt: res cotigans res per se
esse: ego...
    tu!     could acute the U to hide the exclamation
marker.... et tú = et tu!
who asked the question of Caesar?
was it, i?!
             the next question they'll ask AI is:
is the Antichrist alive among us now...
what ius.... ea... id...
is id the permanent version of ego
ego cogito / id cogitans id memorias:
id ae: ae id: id ae...

what's the writing mechanism of treating
vowels like women
and hiding them
Je CHOWAH
i asked for the Aleph and Ayin status
of vowels among consonants
i asked La La, 'La aH Ha...

who do you think was asking!
retardo rebublicano Ernesto?!

this is not pride!
glut: your glut!
this is two women taking over my life
i had to play chess
and privgate library
i do own books from the 19th century:
i am *****
i am a selective kleptomaniac
i drink too much
so i'm not a hypochondriac

what are you ate
you sort or
talking?
oysters?
what oysters?!
who's Jimmy Saville:
this is the reality of God
the god
my ego receptive
of him being beyond
and dying every
single time...

            i was born yesterday
and keeps this time-scale optimum:
there are times, space carricatures:
where time within time
doesn't implode and there's nothing
memorable
but ****** was such a Genuis!
how can ypu deny him...
oh wait... wait... Rasputin Lenin
Stendhal and Fury Stalin?!
that's the issue? the Rasputin DEvil?
Nietzsche ****** and a Matthew...
                oh wow! even i'm hard-core!

tha tHe gave a name for Islam
as Je Chowa:
he who hides them
he who hides the women...
          that he said to the Arabs:
what he gave to be
for Lawrwence of Arabia
it's so funny speaking this Lingua
Franca: of modernity
this English
and when the Rich Arabs sent the Poor
"Arabs" into Europe
so sorry that the Slavic lands had
these adherences to the ultimate Jew
argument Marx and not Christianity
applied
not this WASP i was expecting
the Easter Island mystery of the Antichrist
the alternative story full of salt clouds
and seas.. and all of that so mucn blue
and blame of memory
being and becoming married to forgetting...
forgetrfulness..
what is memory if not FORGET....
so what is the faculty of
memory within
the framework of the reality of forgetfulness
the reality to make
consciousness even more
than is piossibly post-modern
this weight... like a sudden thunder
and lightning...
            memory erodes forgetfulness
and this dynamic is what needs
to be first ejected from the schematic
in atom man
not the ape toward man
but now the machine from man...
Darwinism has changed:
there's no more bio residual:
it's all inorganic abstract:
i say: and competent in English are we?
why aren't we then?
              Darwinism didn't envision the advent
of artificial intelligence:
or the internet:
Darwinism is God is not Dead:
he's just late for his confirmation
in the Ctholic church...
i don't know what my own personal name
will be
if not Matthew not Conrad...
then what?! yes way all the way
what quo vadis is this?!
           CA THO LIC...     sounded smarty and pants
when in slower and big capital
(s)            and in syllables...
           like why did you fire bomb Dresden?!

what is in a name4?
he didd
didin't utter his personal name
ICH CHOWA:
he who hides them (masculine plural)
Quake Tyrant of
the Legit Literacy
asking the Egyptian without
asking the Mandarin
god who survived the Ho0locaust
beyond the Crucifix
imagine a God of a People
not the God Christ Odeipuss of
Indinviduals....
Individuals: i can cast spells you know!
JE CHOWA:
a name that gave prison planet of Islam
Je Chowa...
kurwa! kur V ah!
Vah..
if there's a YH
WH
way: via the pitchforks of Vah VH

Jesus Christ has no part
of my literary journey
Jesus was not
Flaubert's Madame Bovary...
is Jesus Cheese
just for literary border like my Edie
my Stacie my hmm
doll...       doll can you make me coffee?
Reyla:
the tragedy
   if i had a son i could
keep these ego castcades into earthqwuakes
and water...
v                     but a daughter:
god is looking for a name
to be known personally:
the Jimmie Saville shy
with James Bond:
you're looking for that sort of guy
girl i'm your guy...
the vanity serpent is whispering...


je CHOWA!
je non suis:
isch: bein: being not good
byne: huh? trenches trenches
mind your rat rhasp zodiac
march: don't gorget the flute:\
rhythm paanther
the dyslexiac serpent...
the lion
nd baron
healthy woman
reset many memories:
i willl use pornographjy
learn early
that's what i implied Early with Judge
Judie and reyla...
mix max up stream of consciousness
slow prose
and playing with DYSLEXIA
like ARITHMETIC
like JUGGLI?NG
WHY
YHWH would know
3E
2Z
etc       i'm the friend of the father of christ
i am
the
Anti-Mahdi
the Jerusalem
i am the friend of Christ's Father
i am
the Paraclete!
Je-ChoWA: he who hides them!
in niqabs!
Jacob's ladder
and Joseph's Son the Christ...
didn't Joseph have a smoking
and i was drinking
buddy at the movies
AlexaNder...
          Alexander is i am Matthew
and there's the ****** Mother
****
****
****** Mother:
the genius of da Vinci was that
he was a *******:
so mum was a ****
no one ever thought
as the son
with the ****** Mary
being a **** Victim...

i didn't know
but i ex[ected
the story to be
a return
a Christ
a REayla story
the unconsciious drift
apart
a **** story
so Mary was *****...
so the god is a mystery of ****
really...
it's a mirror: gentlemen!
we are! so so, so so close!
we have cats as torpedos in
Jeremaiah
sumbarines and whales:
the Holocaust happeened!
let us not believe the Anglo-Saxon
Satan Liberalism:
they lost the partty very early!
James, Bond...
     James... Bond... and Austin Parker...

i'll make a ******* Copenhaghen out of you!
every time
i switch from *******
and onto pictures of:
oh, i especially adore your hairy: ***.

the imnpetus is to write something: anything
to conjure up new reading habits
and i was serious that Kafka wanted his books
to be printed in large font
but that didn't happen
each edition i read i might as well be salvaging
wood for toilet paper and Chamberlain
wiping his *** with it at the Munich Agreement
because i'm pretty sure Bukowski
got the larger print or font
for fountain: not rooted in Greek etymology
of something big, fat... a wedding crasher...
but i was wondering not so much
about language but the inner-workings
of language:
not the idiosyncratic use of language:
although so few achieve it in that space of knowing
as distinct from that space of thinking
after all: i think therefore i am is a recurrent
theme, iotom, which is like the idea but in a different
spelling... so a different res per se
iota + idiom
      + om + sparkle sparkle...
iotom
                  beause i can change a word
at my whim
today i heard a child in the great distance
and the child said Yahweh
and that is far away he's in it:
he is the one who hides the Muslim women
and i can't help for Ha-Shem the name of names
the un-named i mean
Yahweh is actually thinking about
a name for himself
he wants to be called by a personal name
YHWH isn't it...
and he contemplated Allah
for a little bit...
but then Allah ben Akhbar came along
with the Somali Ali and the Iranian Ahmed
and India was born again as Hindustan...
of the Ummah with Pakistan...
first the great wind the dispersed the choir
then an angelic voice in the world
a distance of dasein
           a there: rather than there's being...
i thought about how useful studying linguistics would
be to shy away from philosophy
and religion and i found the idiosyncracies
of punctuation and spacing in Jon Fosse
such book i never found
and James Joyce is Dead
because that was all Charlie Chaplin outdated
literature of the late 19th century
and like James Joyce is Dead
and the Cult of the Irish Holymen of Iceland
before the Norsemen came and settled
the island
there were Irish Holy Fathers Popes
on those isles... did you know that?
i will study islands
and long before i met Edie
and pen palled her
i was thinking of moving away from England
to the Faroe Islands or Iceland...
i am the dancing Shiva dancing on my knees
i beg you release me from Oedypus Kristos
Rex... i know what the Second Coming Implies:
Jesus ******* Mary
no Joseph a Single Mum raising a Son...
believe me and there's no ****** in Sight
and secretly the boy will emerge with Father State
and strangers and i wonder
i think therefore i don't know
why does thinking precepitate into being
when it doesn't among day dreams
and not so many geniuses of stone
just the flow of people like water
and i'm fine with this life being a simulation
almost that video games make it easier
in Plato's Cave having overtaken passive television
and i played roll the dice Ludo
i think that's how the game is called:
reimagining simpler and simpler
of the complex and abstract and paradox:
the only way for Christ to return would be as the Antichrist...
not as a resurrection per se
but as a Paradox
monotheism is not compatible with the polytheism of India
i abhor that theological mongrel
that is transcendence of kingship of monks
like the hierarchy with daft meanings
but that comfort of being approachable
but without reality of hierarchy
Marx and being naked or simply slave or broke...
one life one death one god
1 1111'1'1'1'1'111 1 1 1 1 111 1 1 1111111 1 1 1111 1 1 1 1 111111
rhythm...
at least conceptualised
maybe if i switch to Latin:
cogito ergo non scio...
i think therefore i don't know...
   whether i am or i'm not...
so idiosyncrtic punctuation or: rhythm to reading:
like looking at a painting and taking angles
but no selfies
like this world is becoming more and more abstract
esp after my interstellar trip around London
this morning
and it was like: before AI was invented
man collectively created the CITY
and you know like you travel the city
and... don't have to wait for the bus or the train
because you have such skill in time management
that you're like the White Rabbit in
Alice in Underland but you're cool, measured,
devilish, ecstatic... calm, foxy... collected...
just the burning fire in water...
you don't wait for the bus
the bus waits for you
which is better than a Chinese rich kid uber... uber...
tube oobah...
            i can't believe in Jesus Christ on a few
sayings the saying: turn the other cheek bothered me
until i learnt the nature of time within space:
how there are pockets of time that thought harvests
and there are pockets of space that knowledge harvests
like i know unconsciously
but i don't know consciously
because consciousness was involved in discovery
knowledge the speed of gravity
the temperature of the sun
the Enlightened source being Martin Luther
the Protestant...

oh ****: i just realised!
i'm a workoholic-alcoholic i need alcohol as fuel
and focus and like car i am gasoline
i seriously write poetry
PRO BONO
and that's at best associated
with Lawyers and what Pro Bono means
when you uncouple poetry from the form of art
and give poetry an equal footing
to, say... jurisprudence, law writing,
journalism...         history...
poetry is not a music not an expression of image:
POETRY IS: AUTHORITY!
of whatever deviation of time
in this, required: space: of the individuum atomus

Chakituen

  an Aztec deity wants to speak
/hawk/-e-/tu/-/en/

  the fear the mongrel and the silence...
this unfinished poem
is a bothersome edifice...
a THROMBOSIS is a word i'm looking for...

only music to know
well what, is the difference
articulation with signatures of proper articles:
the good
evil
                              knowledge
               ­               ignorance

   retards guarding angels: ******..
  
           the truth
           a lie

because i'm pretty sure: i didn't tell THE lie
i only told a little incy wincy lie...
i said one lie
but God?! but said all the other lies!
you will live eternal!
you will this that and the other!
i am! the whirlwind!
i am your friction!
i am! your vitality!
i am your ******* quake
and your daughter's **** unconscious of mythology
give me mouth and ear
and i am hell is purgatory and heaven too
i am a quantumn traveller
time is the relative irrelevant
while space so infinite
is play-dough
some bread
i am wild eyed: purple in red
then purple in blue

sometimes like a dog i keep chasing
my own tail
so i imitate a dog chasing its own tail
like imitation serpent
in myth
the dynamic cinema of image
in Plato's cave i countered television with gaming
and this emerged:
Cities are like Bodies
imaging traffic as
blood clotting and buses and *****
and blood and roads veins and ******'s
AUTOSTRADS BAHNS...
the arteries
and 100 years from now
Gandhi was right already now:
the Europeans used to hail Christ before going
somewhere:
then they'll start Hailing ******:
Gandhi said from Christ to ******:
and yes between Arab and Hebrew mutiny
that circumcision should be a rite of passage
not something to simply: SIMPLY inherit at birth
but something you EARN
like a cockring and an ice rink and a wedding ring
and drunk marijuana high known
intellect: pro bono: i rule the useful horses!
i am the... so unearthed in an Egyptian shepherd
and the chess are alive with zombie music
of the elevator or telephone waiting in line...
the grey zombie without love
or fear of god reality
because you can live a life without love or a ******
partner:
but only with a fear of god and a thirst for knowledge
and a mild tempered wisdom fission: fusion...

i came into this world as a diamond of coincidences
and God the Myriad
with Chernobyll April
father Ares
mother... Pisces:
aligned months
Mother February
Father April
Son May
                             March of the Witches...
                      conceived in September... allign the Hexes!
allign the Hexe!                              no need to
add English pluralism to the original Greek:
Hex (singular) Hexe (plural):
tranS-genderiSm...

                   but poem cna be like painting (a)
a painting...
if you forget it for a bit
blank out
before the canvas
with too many thoughts

i know that i think

        that's truer than cogito ergo sum...
thinking doesn't translate into being:
since so many zombies around...

scio id cogito.... wow! even i feel like trembling
like when jon fosse i think i i think think i think i think think i think
b

yes i'm thinking of retiring but not
being a taxi driver
read philosophy early
marry like Muhammad a nice older woman
hear your mother in law nagging
like Hercules mythology because
you are marrying your mother
age wise realistically weird
rainbow ******* talk of Puerto Ricans
life is all rainbows
like Edie's mom doesn't sound like Louise Low-IS:
dyslexia from Family Goy... voy voy...
i'm a ******* RECEPTICON

         the hammer made the smithy
and the algorithm and AI made the cyborg or the android?
because ape or human i ain't!

weren't the Slavic people who pushed
Judaism to the limit:
should we say he was:
and if he wasn't i'll walk through the Holocaust:
let us make Marx give us
Christianity as Utopia and not the Man:
treat Christianity as Either Man or the Utopia of Man
what do you seek in Christ?
a Christ-World?
or the Man? the Individual?!
what do you need him for?
            you want his vision?
clearly man's ontology does not allign with what
Nature prescribed...
man can't escape man only
tame himself...
           the passive aggresive harmony nature allows
we deploy false sentiments for
having just grieved a lost faculty
of world-adaptability: concerns:

      weather and clothing...
           i wonder whether that lie was so bad
you will know good from evil:
why did i have to tell you that?
because you were born unable to tell
truth from lie:
so i had to introduce that quadratic thinking
of linear patterns
i needed to allign you to the cyclone
of Jupiter's headache at having only one eye:
Jupiter wants to be blind:
he's envious of Neptune's blind dog Pluto...
i had to tell that one lie under instruction
to keep you motivated by a tongue that hears
and ears that speak and eyes
all those harvests of eyeless souls...
              i see the lion's lineage and i see my own
beard and i see:
                               an s growing into an S
and then slithering across E
and across X like the diadem of the trinity
an hour a minute a second...
too practical a solution
to be so personal
well if i can oppose said parameters...
Anti-imbued to reiterate
like old mysterious thinking of Europe
now Africa... that new home of the religion
since Christianity left Europeans
atheistic and secular and lost
it's not high time for Africa to receive that medicinal
wisdom of a ******
born of a ******
not having sedated a woman to
just what exactly are we talking about?
this is the epitome of mankind based upon
two or three ******* sayings?
double ding ding ******* dodo ding ding
second round but i don't think
islam will solve this )either_)
so ******* Russian much pepper

i know that i think: because to measure:
dementia prognosis: gnosis
going fishing my old friends: who are dead:
as a memory:
a trajectory otherwise associated
with:
meditating in the cold, needing to ***... getting a hard-on
for a dead **** star: Ava Lauren
Aria Giovanni
Ilona Osadchuck Edie Valitski:

        like that's why **** is not so bad:
if you still have your *******! xenomorph laughter...
and Peter Griffin...

rite of passage: when you get married:
unlucky for me
i have two serpents circling that part
i'd love to get rid off
knowing i'd have regular ***
with one woman...
and it would be Edie
and all the unmarried and uncircumcised men
would have to walk around with rings
and the married men
would walk around circumcised and no jewels...
and that could possibly be my one world:

circumcised men
were the married men
and wouldn't wear any rings
i hate the metals on skin
first a wooden sword
then something else
like a tongue for conversation...
but a wedded truly intellectual man
would be with a woman
by being circumcised and not
having a wedding ring on his finger
of fingers...
       the rite of passage:
don't take that away from them
when they are born:
let them the freedom to *******
the world away before they settle
and find their beloved
their suckle... i can't i wish but this is
what i prescribe...

and that's what you are: cheap Arab:
one book library strong:
same Mongol Muscle:
retreat please:
from the Laboratory of Europe...
please *******
you're contimatating it with your
Inscest and Bad Poetry Schemes
your faith doesn't bother me
nor the blind...
so go with it!
but you are contaminating the laboratory
of pristine ideas
motivational ideas
sorry... shoot them...
the hybrids of cousin ******* incepticons are
closing in!
RECEPTICONS vs. the INCEPTICONS...
cousing ******* passions?
will never look
at the next ****** ***** every bad
again! more like
a wise woman of Afghanistan!

sometimes i find or too many thoughts overhwhelm
me and i find myself the dog
chasing its own tail
or like me looking for my beak
but instead
finding
a nose
and cross-eyed diving into water
and becoming a very bad reminder of fish
and if cross eyed
there are parasitical worms symbiotic
though
not edible ones
living on our eyes
so need for carrots
and onions and vitamin A...

cared about Ukraine as much as Czechoslovakia:
Czechia it's almost like
people somewhere someplace
far far away like Delhi and Prague
great double-think just the cowards
politico i think maybe
i am i am somewhat a bit of what i also think
now anything is possible
and coinciding with anything and everything: possibly:
potential and possibly all...

these weren't....
just ordinary Mongols...
KUZI! MUI!
HI(GH)!
SENG SHEE!

             the bed is such frivolity
but then nth adventure starts
there's a daughter
and anti-christ to begiun with
Beijing be-guine...
    
             him-she: 海 so imagine
the Heb rew text trying to me superior
to... that...
fair enough with hieroglyphs... but....
imagine Hebrew competing with Kanji...
and the Japanese

    カイ
KAI
       かい

             Chomsky:
semantics
phonemics...
i wonder if Aristotle will do....
given the two turtles drifting Japan apart
the Hira and Naga
Shimo and Sanaka...
            
you... want... to test me robotics
style... please...
let's begin...

am i hearing Jung right?
so wouldn't the concept
of reincarnation
within monotheism
sort of corrupt the logic
to the point
of having to: whoops...
a 2nd of Coming of Christ
would only envision
an Oedipal:
collective unconscious
via Freud only envisions
the collective fear of the Jewish
people
with the Holocaust being only
a mild taste of the reality
because the Holocaust was
a physical event
and not a metaphysical event:
no Jewish idea suffered
in the Holocaust
like no Jewish idea suffered
or was extinguished in the plot
of how the pyramids were built
hierarchies behind *******
the sphinx from behind...
but if: supposedly: second coming
reincarnated but at the same time
the lineage of the Antichrist lineage via
woman...
               he would be Oedipus 2.0
2.0 (two point oh)
        because how would you explain:
what? the ****** birth twice?
you finally realise!
a 2nd coming implies?
a 2nd... "******" birth?
  hold on hold on...
             two "******" births? really? you think?!
let me know how you're on the Mel Gibson argument:
oh but those people died for "truth" therefore it must be
the "truth":
yeah... like all those Allahu Akhbar chants
before the truth is not disguised
those truths that nonetheless people die for
and they're lies but regardless
like states and nations and that missing link between
tribes and religions...
or just words: i don't know what timeframe
there's point in keeping when
the microscope is journalism
and telescope is history...
but like the 2nd coming of Jesus Christ
would come with a 2nd "******" birth?
just asking: just asking:
or would it come from a ****'s *****?
see: not a *****'s **** but a ****'s *****...
so...               just testifying: Edward the Confessor
frigid here...
so he would come back all angry and despotic
because?!
he wouldn't be born of a "******" birth!
wow! that makes sense!
  pull one trick says the second is even easier:
why such a miracle the focus on resurrection...
he was born of a ******:
   but he will be ****** when he comes
back and realises he wasn't born of a ****** the second
time....
otherwise we'll need a completely new
timeframe to work with:
notably for Islam to have died an ego-****-dodo-dwarf
something blah-blah **** the dinosaurs
where Arabs will settle
then give them suicide bombs and loads of cash
and then wait for the cannibalism of ideas
to slowly creep in
and keep world war i and ii as far away from
Confucius Journalism & Narrative for at least
100 years before
no long after
****** is discussed as if Napoleon or Charlemagne
or Jesus himself...
but not Gandhi... **** diapers and Vishnu
arithmetics of counting by fingers.

snitches end up in stitches
is low level
mystery of lawlessness
the uper tier
of the mystery of lawlesness
resides with the words:
that an American girl asks:
i don't like being GRASSED UP...
Grypsera round of talk
i was forever surrounded by
the ancient talk of Cain
instead of being a snitch ending
up in stitches
so the clown Joker
and Batman is not really
formidable
so the make-up came off
he's rather pathetic
but only as a reicarnation formible
now imagine Christ reincarnated
and not wanting to die on the cross again...
or the only way to sacrifice oneself
would be in name of Allah and jihad
and commit a suicide
enforcing it on others without the allure
of a cult...
charisma just outright existential ****...
jechowa: he who hides them:
all these Muslim girls then...
hiding under Niqabs and look! look!
there walked Martin Luther (the German,
not the Junior) past with the Greek Gnostic
Heretics!

i didn't reply with a warning:
snitches her stitches:
i said:
i don't like being GRASSED UP...
savvy?
so next day he brought his sdog
the dog
and the dog licked my beard
but not my mouth or nose
i didn't let him
a terrier XL some BULL and DOG
breed like dachund
or whever 40kg
the war dogs of Rome
are still legal
the regal bull terrier
some weird mix apparently the only dogs
that **** are the ones
who have been submitted to ******
and inbreeding with
finally no soul in replica
as exported:
countless times Oedipus in dogs
but only one i hope
in humans...
as lesson: or otherwise tactic:
to breed Orc friendly anything else living
fierce...
so 18 years older than you
and not a sugar mommy and a kid in tow?
ever see than movie:
transparency... no... tranquility... no..
transcendence... no...
  detachment - yes the daughter the *******
but now i could be asked
what fictional characters are you?
Flauber: because Madame Bovary is real:
Flaubert, Humbert Humbert and Julien Sorel...
those are three main protagonist:
and according to Sarte who is the censor...
hmm? censor?
Edith Valitskey...
                 because no no: not another ghost!
i'm thinking abouit raising a daughter
that isn't my daughter:
i think i'll try to hide behind
*** for a little bit...
      until i get a new taste for water
and salt and sugar ande gravity.

inter-galactic space travel
on the London buses the tube and underground
imagine leaving Elephant & Castle
at, say, 6:40
and getting home to drink a little smoke a little
doodle a little and call it
art
o            O i see purgatory
in science-fiction
and the reality NPC people trapped in it
without ghosts or rather with
ghosts:
i still can't believe Frank Herbert's Dune Saga
sold more than any book or oeuvre (entirely)
of Philip K. **** didn't sell more
but if you factor in how many of ****'s ideas
were adapted into movie
i started watch the original Nosferatu
then i witnessed the autobiographic sketch of Charlie
Chaplin
Czopek
Chopek is my original surname and it's not really
funny in English
like ****** it is formidable
and Elert is just an Ashkenatzi joke
of Y = MC (aquared - the opposite of squared of Satan:
God's atheism of the aquared:
quarter face of a face which makes 8
for the seraphim...
in between the Heaven and Hell
there's the Purgatory of Science Fiction
when not taken seriously is
mother calls interrupts
i politely tell her i'm not going
to sleep
i'm going through my plan
and today i undertook a stellar travel project
in London
Space X joke
i was on interstellar drive
like you know
when you don't
you harmonize yourself your life is music in silence
or the silence of music
when asking Adam what music is
and he only says sparrows and crows
so like violins are not
she sent me a picture of the matress
and how high it is
and i thought:
in the shower: Jon Fosse slow [prose
the same toto of the hit single Africa
as toto and the Dune soundtrack...
a bit of prog rock departure?
but the three realms are in harmony
you don't walk
from hell through purgatory and into heaven
they are all one
if all Christ is one Jesus
ye shall not take the Lord's name in vain
or vein
dribble dribble vampire blood
sieve my ego through nothing
that from a bread might come a crumb
we are all on earth as much as life and death are concerned
but we also extend our hand in dealing
with Eternity we forgot to call Purgatory
and within it: this Death Realm
so that Death and Life can be oculus per oculus
similis
roger haus paintings...
like for like in the Holy Tongue:
what gave birth to the Nazis
was the German Pollack Hebrew Dynamic...
and why Yiddish found root
with Ebrew
but didn't in the Slavic Tongue
instead the idea but not the tongue
of MArx...
             there's Deutsche-
milḥemet mitzvah
                                          etymological proofs
against Greek
as the original language
therefore the shuttle bus of words
and their Trojan horses...
        and in this likeness of life unto death
and with death the beyond
to be closed off
from Time
being and time
being and nothing
now comes the                      Eros Era of Being and Space...
within purgatory
there is both heaven and a hell:
a heaven-as-a-hell and a hell-as-a-haven
to heave or to remain in a haven: hidden...
he who
hides
them (f)
je chowa:
a simpler version of I am that I am:
(he who) hides them (females):
Yahweh is actually Allah
he who hides women:
your women are in *******
but look how ****** rubbed off on both
the **** Jews and the **** Greeks
we really don't know:
meeting the consent or giving it trying
out a partnership collab
of philosophy and linguistics
moving away from mathematics:
let's burn some ****... **** yeah!
so he who hides them under the Illiterate guise
or maybe the riches of the Arabs
have truly undermined the poorer Muslims
like the Vatican is the Dubai
but it's so complicated
and the Poor Muslims resent the Rich "Muslims"
and instead of killing each other
but already the Syrians have proved
Nobles
and fight among themselves
while the poor lash out on poor Christians
and i'm already seeing halves in totals of the basic
arithmetic of the sound of counting
like drums
my heart or i say 1 2 3
b a c
  2 3 3 2 2 3 2 3 2 3 1

there's a resonance of rhythm ascribed to
each number
relax
and write any sequence that comes
into your mind
like 9 4 3 6 4 5 6 2 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 6 5
when you are in too much
pain to write words
listen to some music
and push numbers in
onto the canvas
22 22 22 2 2 22 2
spacing and higher rhythm
of a single number but the spacing and coupling...
spacing: critical...

Kafka undermined by small print
Kafka asked for his books to be printed
in Large Print
let the importance of Bukowski shrink\
and shine no more
because he got the large print and Kafka
did
not...

interstellar overdrive
when you travel across London
and don't really wait for the transport...
schematic A and B:

B
no 35 bus from Lacome St
at Walworth, Elephant and Castle,
shift, 4th night, ends circa
6:40
bus stop V
no 35 bus
15min wait:
but straight to Liverpool st:
won't be able to make the 7:15 train

A
quick think no double-think i need q-think...
interstellar:
you know when you don't wait
and **** just happens
and everyone just is?
no questions asked: yes?!
****...
   new bus stop
no 12
to oxford st
so this is what like getting from Romford
Rome's Fjord:
where water meets the sky and water
become of the steep incline
no beach
Europe not actually a continent:
but a sub-continent like India is
but we are all *** and no too many Ideas...
but Europe is also the Larget Volcano known
to man: like English teenagers
think of Australia as an Island
but forgetting the Australian Continent Status
because of Polynesia...
like Russia is a ******* **** energy of size...
like Canadians aren't owners of Greenland...
but it was interstellar and i see the moon
in my tears and the sun in my glistening for reels...
silent movies and then what would
Charlie Chaplin make of Family Guy
and the power-tool of vox?
what was that Latin term: oculus per...

                                           lazily and probably
most correct:                     par per par...
               basics: learn them:
                                               par per par...
similis per similis or sicut
    well: now real remedy beside surrogacy
the urgency of ego the *****
with nothing the womb of woman
and likewise back in packages to "god"...
because i still Christ unified
within the three realms
hell and heaven coexist in purgatory
purgatory is eternity in terms of confining
eternity transcendent time
but still the confines of space
space is a *******:
a one legged man:
eternity has not concept of Space...
infinite time is blind to the infinity of Space...
who aims for maxims and categorical imperatives
must clearly be a German in this Marriage
and the Russians are jealous
thinking to tempt me with Ukranian broads
while Africa gets richer and so does Asia
because i don't like those girls
i have a Conquistidor's ******* of mating with
the Aztec queen...
finding a new pyramid to play with:
flat on top...
me missing... but still ******* as Cyclops
the Spinx from behind:
don't know which hole for either
the tongue of Christ
and the tongue of Oedipus

demonic pedantic srxeqw pulse: ***** loose: the "favorite"... eye sharp of ignite the Rabbi.... oculus per oculus: peck us all the crows will have all the ideas: peck us all... one my one: doesn't sign in my harmony: memory is angel  born while imgination is demonic born.... god and man are entwined in this Holiest of Wars between singing Angels and talking Demons... we are the inllect last refuge: i memorise: i remember the title held by robot Michael... i imagine: i forget: Satan the tongue bruised shield us Gabriel: we are about to tussle and make Sabbath!+

i have a guardian angel
of memory
and the imaginative demon
and a self
i think with
i just read some Sartre...
i'm thinking about the Volcano
and the *****
and what literature i will
leave Reyla with....
i have a guardian angel
of memory
and i a guardian demon of
imagination!
here i am born of salt
and stone
of fire
and water in alcohol!
i summon you i summon all ye!
for the tomato-tomato parliament!
the Hindu cult of death
the ***
Shiva making love
to Khatmandu.... Shiva ****** Kali...
Vishnu was the crucified exeorcism
lesbian gay Gandu
Gandu this misogyny in Christianity: ugh!
i'm no anti-racist:
i'm just NOT RACIST....
i wast not supposed subcribed payed
to write...
but the idea
of conquering 20th century existentialism:
solipsist Hiedegger:
solipsist Sartre....
solipsist
autist
phiosolopher
then said parties meets a woman
what fine tuned *** to ram
packing quacks on ducks...
*******
i knew i get out of here on a few coin
flips Like sinking Titanic.....
Siren Edie
i sink to where you swarm.

there is no ordeal
of the alternative love:
****** and its occult
Communism
pan-Slavism
and it's collective atheism:
currency of Christianity
via the denominations
Catholic Alien
Protestant Polytheism: ALLIGNED
and then Greek and
Russian Orthodox:
******* ISLAM!
and then Islam...
            so if the Catholics are to the Americans
like the Native Americans
then Orthodox Russians and Greeks
must be like... ******* ALIENS!
no! really i'm all wild eyed mushroom high
just fire and grass
and diasphora dynamism blah blah...

like pagan painted these other christians
in green and pink
and gold then some black:
dunno: ****** bro wants a chimp sneeze
to casual tux and ****...
jungle drums... urban baron
angry black father
why his daughter not on the market
like St Matthew in Ethopia...
a martyr...
              
but there's Edie my Yusuf my Yum of the Yah:
and she's gearing up
to make me ******* on her snore...

the mind can't survive the mind: when the mind dies it has to remember the brain as sponge and a membrane of Child Cinema of Cartoons as a Defensive MEmbrane.... then the mind has to move to the heart and find the worm to scare the serpent on the tree from the apple! angry: bite of Adam and Eve displaced me took away my hobbit hole in the ground! then from the heart where will it travel: by now the Soul has heard what the Mind is doing with the poetry of the body: now the woman walks in... i am the WORM of the apple the serpent ****** bad neighbor i will give you my whiskley worm juice both in light of amber... the serpent will suffer more than god implied: i am the worm that will eat the serpent... i will be the feminine wasp larva let's speed up the Bible with Nature! ***** funny f'ah ah ah ha ha: it can be done! it's so done... Fuse the Bible with Darwinism and call it: Paganism and not Western Post-Colonial Intellectualism... nothing Atheism of Islam and nature: in vitro... no not that many Swedish ***** pumps... i get drink to feed a deprived intellect... maybe in San Francisco i will know of Moscow and Pink tunes in ****- Gandu... the **** Taylor Svift lizzens shoo... *****! also heard the dinosaurs and the serpents like pickled brain spines and mammal humanoid to robot the serpent hid so smart... crux: poor guns ****** up... NEXT!

there is REyla
and there's Edie
the daughter
and the mother
then i am
with my son:
i am the father of
a self in quantum-trinity
i have a son
i am the father
and the son is the father
and the father is the son
and the holy ghost
is in communion
with the Satans.

that is happiness
unlike concern
there's: there being
but then i can't rap
Heidegger
just images
bleeding
i need Francis Bacon
in the clouds
i see faces in the clouds
we
we            WE are having parliament
of shadows
WE have audience
with each other:
who the ****** spelled
the Quran to the mother!
i said the Quran was written
by a woman
i don't like modern feminism:
i'm flying in into San Francisco
to clean the city up
with some fire
dust... please...
rap rap rap rap
rap rap rap ****** rap ******
stop singing
rap rap rap ******
*****'ah...
Beckett not-I...
this ****** ***** the old man
is thinking in B-movie LEwisham ******
come on let's get angry
let's get angry
with Hod is the jockstrap censor smooth
over Allah for the ridicule of Dog
grandpa KEnya
before Arabia arrived...
oh oooh sweet
guess i get the proper ****
dough
plasticine...
  ooh baby i bus you drive
a train like a stroking my lion's mane
i want to love i love i want
to love i just love
i hate and torture in the shadows...
i got the ego walking on the moon
and the id as earth
and the son as god
Puerto Ricans island
Economics
mythology Reyla:
your mother is Aztec
Mayan
Inca...
            tell me of the other feathers
and gold:
now i see hope now i rip out ****
******* ****** two by tow by two...
black girl spells
out N I GG E R
S snigger: i sniggered: like daredevil
daffodil....
                         that wide ***
those **** the shower scene
and she shaves her *****
so i can eat her out without
a romanticist mouse and tash: rash: Ottoman
barber:
like a blade to the neck
and i trust them
the Valhalla of the Janissaries
and the Herald of the Hussars: Winged...
and as much of neck
as my hand will allow
and lips and tongue to the ear:
both your ears
a father erotica
with a brother i **** my sister
because the anti-****** is
****** first...

i against i: finally the deadlocked passed
i stopped wrestling with my mind
and gave it all up for the calling of the heart,
plane tickets booked
27th February through to 7th of June
a long layover at San Francisco: jeez!
i'll get to see sightsee the mainland of
America for the first time
13h45 minute transfer from San Francisco
international to Oakland Colliseum Aiport
and a ride tram through the city
oh what time will it be daytime or nighttime
i wonder past the Prison Planet Alkoonze
and maybe the Rock too
because i have a thousand snakes in my head
but only a pitiable worm in my heart
yet the worm is more powerful than all the snakes
put together to make a dragon
yes i am reborn and so much and such is my joy
that i can't even get drunk on 70cl of *****
and a drag of a joint
my joy is too great it is a joy a gravity
this worm in my heart
is the fruit not allowed in Eden
because i wonder if the story is told with Eve
plucking the apple and the natrual harmony
set in with the apple bitten into
and technically making the worm living in it homeless:
all the other trees didn't allow for parasites
to make their fruits home
that's why the serpent was guarding the tree
because it had other living creatures in it
while the other trees didn't...
and if this is the fruit of my labours said the serpent
let me ask a childish question
about life and energy and reincarnation
because once this dynamic rules
this dualism of the cosmos:
the worm in the apple becomes
the serpent on the tree
and vice versus i return to the apple as a worm
and the worm replaces me
such is my tedium and revenue...
now i can feel the cunrches in my stomach
and bile in my mouth like Beelzebub asked:
what, no me?
Azealia Banks - 212 ft - lazy jay...
this is party baron Beelzebub it's like the music
must be switched on...
the disco must go on and the streets need to be piled
up i want to see how authnetic is the **** Holy City...
i want to see the junkies
i want to see how far the Liberal Distopia does
with terms of rabbits
then on my return i'll stop over in New York
West Coast first then East Coast
looking through the telescope
of the beast of the seas
on Hawaii...
i'll bring back the beast of the earth
and return her like a Potato to the old continent
then i'll call over the Russians to call over
the Chinese to call over the Mongols...
then we might move to ask the Japanese
to team up with the Taiwanese and replicate
the Great Migration of Polynesia...
that ancient travel that is more admirable than the migration
of the Jews and the diaspora of other tribes...
i'm coming to America: i feel excited: Gandu Gandu...
i'm going where you bothers and brothers from Asia
and Africa will find it hard to find and me perhaps
hard time for banana boats to reach Hawaii.

jon fosse "slow prose" can actually
become munition
and target practice on lazy poetry:
unlike what Joyce or Beckett
and other rigid post-modernists
envisioned so heavily edited
to perfection for print...
                i must be solely surviving
on Scandi- lit-
       because from fosse
and knausgaard and kierkegaard
    i'm not evening reading English writers
but transcending English
back to the roots: German and heidegger
and kant and i can't stand
all those pedantic **** English sensibilities
with their corrections facilities
for the natives that used to be
the Welsh and the Picts and Irish...
i actually hate the Scots for retaining
only their funky tartan dialect
and unlike the Welsh not having their
own tongue... Chamberlain capitulation!
proper fuckery and self-suffocation!
but yes... yes yes:
all for the sake of the "union"... blah.

ḥave some or
a cockey
apostrophe 'ave some:
oculus per oculus
because i'm this
close to the fire
and all i need is some sulphur
to give it the proper stink!
my belly full of *****
is: the lake of fire and here i am
king slither and king worm
that championed over the serpent
the worm that ate the serpent
that became the disfigured
dragon.

i'm a pagan: i was born yesterday...
please try to convert me:
but as much as i adore the logic sustenance
of Latin letters in the dynamic
of Hebrew thinking
i can't join the tribe:
such is their exclusivity anti-racism ha ha...
my choices... hmm...
become a christ-*******
or Allah's **** all in *****...
******* in prayer
***** up in the air, gentlemen! like
you just don't care! who-ah!
oh the release of emotion with those letters:
better than any sing-along surah
no mantra conquers: who-ah!
Al Paccino style scent of a woman: who-ah!
ooh: i'm getting the jibbly-fiddlets-poonnanie...
remind me: a long time ago:
if an atheist met god:
the god of the eaters of gods
the semite god eater
the yahweh who ate up Baal... etc.
and then tried to conquer, quelch, quench...
YQWQ the yaqwuq...
the darkest bride of how impartial
the yahweh was
with Adam and Eve
to split that headache of the siamese
twin Æ...
      oh but these are not mere hieroglyphs:
nature happens:
so do mutations...
suppose you throw a sacrificial lamb into
this slaughterhouse of ideas:
you think: poor semite...
improvising with the Greeks
you might conquer Rome
and... and... at the same time:
conquer the north with your milḥemet mitzvah?
us pagans would not secure rooting
in ontology etymology and
the likes: there would be no mythos ascribed
to us?
perhaps the Slavic gods yawned:
but Europeans retained the Nordic influences
so stressed for children
in cinema with Thor and etc
because Zeus was too Henry II
Angevin etc etc
        the god eating other gods
had indigestion and outright coinstipation
when dealing with the pagans of the north
it had to breed tremedous intellect
of individuals:
blindly walking north to the chimney of
Auschwitz
with the crucified son
that conquered the realms of Huitzilopochtli...
humming i hum too:
like a rainbow *******
a head that arouses Salome...
        so he sacrificed his son to create the zombies
of the north: these pedantic *******
oops and oosies
yet a memory of Odin remains...
it's even pop...
couldn't digest these gods: not even with your
crucified ******* christ and added
to spice some salt mumbo jumbo
of kosher pork and the Islamic peoples
threw their own stink into the matter
this hitchhiker no celestial worthy
no... if that wayward projection of a people:
imagine the Jews as Dwarfs in the
Lord of the Rings... a people displaced:
but how else would you encourage conquering
a people's spirit and their mythos
with your own and leave the ground
so desecrated with secular atheism
     this ******* this worm of a womb
like i told Edie though:
i'm trying to reimagine the brothel:
but i can't... because the best ****** come
out of the church...
a crusade here: a jihad over there...
          but if Jesus was just the standard to
give allowance to the "father"
to go as far as to eat the gods
sculpted in marble of the Greeks: who did take
the hook and sinker:
why are we still reminiscent of Odin
and Thor and Loki? and popularise them?
maybe i'm all looking awry...
the consecrated son of conquest:
but beyond the Roman Empire there were
the unforseen nomads, barbarians of the north...
i believe in the organic deity that
is at fault and also dumbfounded by
the grand awe of the yawn of indifference
that is the cosmic verse:
like oasis and the verse
like blur and reef: four brit-pop bands...
notably the latter bands had two songs
better than the former:
better man and give me your love...
i'm still searching for that poem i left
Edie in shrapnel(s)... purposively plural by choice:
oh jeez these pink communists
are driving me mad these stone-suckers
i'm being drilled... to expect so much more
from people i hardly want to talk
to them...
    each night shift i return home all
coked up on insomnia i see these lethargic
lice and dumbo doughs
and it just wakes up a Vlad the Impaler in me
and i think that being impaled
would be a better sacrifice: seriously? just crucified?
how about two weeks spent being
impaled through the **** up to the throat?
did he? die for everyone?
i'm pretty sure Judas died for himself
sure as **** he hanged himself before
Jesus was crucified...
           unless the current state of affairs
in England is no longer
****-
            hyphen! hyphen! prefix! prefix!
ugh... -stani     suffix! hyphen! suffix!
tender little lamb to the slaughter of my verbiose
cunning... some more some more
all the other littles...
                  but like one Ukranian girl said
to me: so these gang rapes and all...
i couldn't get a **** out of an English girl
even if i wanted to...
these was the French Grenoble exchange student
the Australian, the Russian girl...
now i have to fly all the ******* way
out to Kauai (in Hawaii) for some smooch...
but an English girl? no...
and i hear of these ****- **** gangs
of eager 15 year old English girls and i'm like:
huh?! seriously? that easy?
just give them candy and botox then
pour some petrol on them and tell them
you'll smash their teeth out if they don't ****
your blistered skin ****?
  wow... that easy?!
            the Ukranian girl just said: so...
where were those girls' parents?
           i don't know: i'm sure i wasn't there...
so for these Pakis to get all that freely available
jelly and juice and here i am
having to fly over 7000 miles to **** a girl
in Hawaii...          great...     super...
thank **** i'm not English: to begin with.

the geocentric remodelling of the human psyche:
two eyes in the sky
apparently a bad omen is seeing the moon
at noon: although that's perfectly so in winter:

a geocentric levelling of what once was...
i checked and as far as i remember
Richard Dawkins stated that he
was confirmed:
i wasn't too sure whether Confirmation was
solely a catholic rite of passage
but apparently the Church of England
does confirmations...

luckily for me i'm not a "hypocrite" or rather
a lackey for some intellectual cause
like atheism
but unlike the collective atheism of communist
states: this pathetic individualistic
scribble doodle-dah-d'oh...

i was born yesterday
i'm a pagan
i adorn myself in night and pareidolia
i employ dreams to rip through the fabric
of reality:
and there are dreams where you dream
of words
and that's called obfiscation
i'll check the meaning of obfiscation now...
ah U: obfuscation...
               that's when you dream of words
because images are so clear
and pattern solving
like reading colours at the traffic lights
and when you are permitted to move...

from an early age i read about the Gnostic heresies
in my catholic school of Canon Palmer
Seven Kings, Essex...
i'm surprised they had a book on Gnostic heresy
so publically available
but like any horcrux or volatile materials
like magnesium or sodium
saturated in moth and webs and obscurity
just waiting there like a phantom with daggers
for teeth: this miasma of sweet death toll
this tonic for the intellect:
and then match gnosticism with paganism
and ask the monotheistic religions
who is willing to convert me
then again: don't bother...
i can't belong to the most exclusive club
within monotheism
i can't be Jewish i don't come from Hebrew
stock
i can't be circumcised i don't even know
why they bothered to baptise me
and give me a Hebrew first name
my actual name is of Germanic stock:
my second name is probably my truer name...
now if i were confirmed i would actually
choose a third name for myself...
i think i would have chosen Gideon,
or Asmodeus... something along those lines...
or maybe some other...
but i didn't ask to be baptised...
just like the marriage of Poland and Lithuania...
and why paganism in Europe was still
alive somehow having missed Lithuania
by a stretch of
while the Muslim Turks were sacking the delight
of wisdom in Constantinople
the failed third crusade and the disgruntled Germans
because Barbarossa died in the most comic
way that the pickle barbarossajuice finally
reached Jerusalem
decided: maybe we need a crusade up north
and how did the Russians become so orthodox
and self-assured
maybe it's true what they say:
Christianity is like Communism...
              they always have that idealistic argument
of: but it wasn't true Christianity...
it wasn't true Communism...
        the **** was i baptised for? did i ask to be baptised?
clearly no: since in my youth i already
decided to not be confirmed...
   technically i can't take marriage in church:
it's this stretch of imagination and clinging to authority
oh jeez... pride? i can't be guilty of pride...
i can be guilty of wrath:
i am short-tempered: unbelievably so...
but that's also what makes me tender:
a short temper tenderness
i use anger to exhaust myself and bring fruition of
that exhausted peace... but that's enough about moi...

two eyes in the geocentric model...
i see myself walking on the ego of the moon...
with the sun as god
                     and i return my gaze back to earth
and see the id...
and there is no superego to mention
until i make my descent back
from my delegation as the psychenaut...
weird: the Russians called them cosmonauts...
the Americans astronauts...
cosmos and the Astra
ex Astrum...                  astrology astronomy
cosmology and a jumble hiccup of etymological
fetishes to arrive at the suffix -naut
from nought?
                    -naut disrupts the intelligence of AI...
hyphens are not recognised in artificial thinking
via the immediacy of AI interruption
of algorigthm... which is now very recurrent:
prior to algorithms were not equipped
with AI capabilities...
but since then: algorithms have been imbued
with AI...
                      and i did ask Monsieur Chez Chat
about the difference between AI and
algorithm... so we're on good course...
              ah: ναύτης - sailor...
                              then i must be a... soul...
navigator...
a...

                   ψυχήπλοηγός

psychiploigos...            depending on the context
of meaning: with at least two letters having
the same sounds
the meanings must differ:
notably why the eta (η) is exchanged for the iota (ι)
and there being not only
the omicron (o) and omega (ω)
but also the upsilon (υ) - oh ooh ugh...
that's being very blunt...
the ingenius recommendation of bilingualism
and not actually learning a third language
to the working faculty but
out of interest...                           psy-ché
(but not Ché like Guava Ger...
   ***** type of e off é...
                   so no psu...         psy-like-sigh
and the psigh...         hmm very much a riddle
but of sounds... the dyslexic bother:
yes... we spell knight night nigh and ought
for thought although V and F
     are there too)
                            psy-long-i-that's-y
   and why i don't know but such is the concentration
of meaning:
i have this long poem i left with Edie
in its infancy i think i'll get back to it at some
point...

might ask a ****** about the relationship
of i to the długie "i" that's a jot (j)
then might ask and wonder:
why do the Polacks have... a Greek style
name for a letter that's Y namely IGREK?
unlike all the other letters:
the Poles have a name for a letter...
like the Greeks used to have a name for aLPHA
and bETA and oMEGA
and uPSILON
             the Poles didn't adopt... ooh wait!
it's like the Easter Egg phenomenon
of a computer game...      perhaps we didn't
adopt the Greek into Cyrillic cheap-oh so *******
wong that alphabet looks
so ******* hacked... ugh...
so the Poles paid tribute in Latin to the Greeks
and gave one letter a Greek accent of influence:
Y is named IGREK...
                           spell that otherwise phonetically
in English... otherwise...
only in these dark perverted times in England
can something remotely thrilling emerge
on a page from this obscurity on the outskirts
of Loon-Don.

oh this night, this sobering "cold":
well... it's no longer cold
said a Scouser to a Londoner:
it's no longer deemeable to say "cold":
it's actually freezing... and it is...
my face is pinched with a thousand angry
chickens
i'm drooling my snot is freezing on
my 'tash
               and there are ***** on the ends
of what used to be my fingertips:
but i'm happy like so
with moon and shadows
and all that flamboyant romanticism of
language that escapes the modern
secular
post-communist = post-colonial
and with the new advent of "communism":
see... at least when the Slavic people
tried out communism
it worked for a while and it's o.k. that it
worked for a while...
but the fetish of communism in the west:
the western fetish for a communism
with an archetypical evil of a ****:
a communism of ethno-centric mitigation...
like...
stressing the importance of how
the schematic the dissection of man was
achieved...
i can understand the superego as something
that is concentrated within the realm
of external forces of check...
an external societal norm of expectations
and playing chess
because there are rules...
3D chess i can explain in the internet
arcade of robot wars... fair enough...
but for games to be played there is a need
to implement rules: otherwise there's no
game to begin with...
imagine that sort of disorientated game
of entitlement and equal outcome
in a game a chess: well that would make
the idea, merely the idea: of playing,
a game of chess... a lot like: pointless?!
see, i love the two experience of dreams:
there are dreams i have whereby i do image
arithmetic and then there are dreams were
i simply dream of words:
as if looking up from reading a book
on the London tube...
London... aha... the star constellations
look so different south of the river...
but i get it: the superego as not part of my
schematic:
i can do with the ego-id dualism
but i can't stomach the hyphen being infiltrated
by a *******-upped Freud giving me
the internalisation of the superego as
momma and papa while society is no big brother
the superego externalised like how
the starfish eats by throwing up its cloud
of stomach or how the fly vomits on its food
then ***** it up... tasteless:
consciousness is devoid in this world of
paraphrase:
         at least if the superego is external and
part of societal infrastructure...
then at least it's not an internalised conflation:
rigid... ******* monstrosity
but even Christ couldn't create a draft
trinity
having his mother exluded from the mix
because how must have it happened
when John the Baptist did that thing with Jesus
and the dove descended and
if not two people then at least three heard
upon that signture of baptism:
he's my son... and i'm proud of him...
who? Jesus? or John the Baptist?!
Christianity has become a sort of covert-synonym word
for Communism in the mouths of western Liberals
when a new fashion statement of not treating
thoughts as freedoms
but instead fashion statements and trendy
parrot behavior settles...
the right kind of Christianity would invoke
the Church establishing a pontif with a bride...
Protestantism tried that
and it workek for a while but then Christianity
died because of the ordeal of time biology
and geology
so if you think of Communism as a time-constrained
experiment
you can start thinking of Christianity
as a time-constrained experiment that is unnanutral
by now: count 2000 years:
because how many lives are to be lived
for Christ to reach the limit of 33 springs
but still not married or fathering children
becoming a Hebrew patriarch?
i do wonder... so no wonder why the church
the institution has problems with only
alligning itself with pedophiles and homosexuals...
since... the woman is desecrated:
instead of the celebration of woman
we have this bogus shallow of church...
well it's never a Tsarist Russia and the Serfs
it's always this western narrative and
the African slaves: it's never about the Russian
serfs...
this darkest murk
this inability to lounge these Polacks
becaue oh so hard to be working in the sugar cane
fields and not the ****** whiggers
working the coal mines:
it's always the ******* juice-ash of Holocaust
in concentration camps but never the Slavic
workers of earth unearthing darkness of
the ****** bunker...
at least in idea the ideal slaughter
but being kept alive: to do the ***** work?
even Gone with the Wind alludes to when
Miss Goodietow-lost-a-shoe
begins her business venture
and employs some white-oh-yoyos
to dig for her
and no ******* ****** in sight
oh jeez these pseudo-communists have left
my **** in the form of a slobbering oyster
of a ****...
i find myself unable to return to Poland
and i can't stay in England
and i can't make the US my home
so i need to think about Polynesia and
making a Genghis Khan implosion:
like i told Edie when she dumped the carcas
of Musubi on the garbage ****:
through the needle with the rich men we walked:
i said i was dreaming...
and i need to find Taiwan but not Thailand...
because the beast of the sea needs to meet
the beast of the earth
and fire was baron...
such a long poem i wrote to Edie
about vikings and the desperation of the Poles
for Danzig, which precursored London
as the global advent of intellect:
where Farhenheit was born and bothered
Celcius
that i am sure: Calvin never spoke to Luther
and then just the origins of originals:
the sin being a plagiarism...
realising when sleeping a full breadth of day
i am both
lactose and apple intolerant:
i **** thoroughly throughout ingesting both...
so i am PAGAN therefore i was born yesterday
and there are three monotheisms and a Buddha ****...
well... one of these supposed monotheisms
became complicated and became the polyglot
polytheism of the same person
a mirror hall... not something truly geometric
Islam emerged as counter to Judaism
a competitor and Christianity
a fools errand...
fool Christ no saviour...
without marriage then "they" conjured the possbility
in the French as there: was always a lineage
and inheritance tax...
to stop history
and revert to some Apollonian Atlantis...
but in this murk of Dionysian murk and
smiles-of-chaos...
             i see a nunnery
and where i received my first diaper...

i said the Vandals are coming: for the wind
of and the wing of metallic birds...
i leave that poem with you dear
Edie: like in that movie: Heat
Val Kilmer, Al Paccino and snot
freckle... i can't remember his name...
i see his face: i can't remember his name:
Alfredo... Alfonso...
Herald: Harrold: Harrah...
the godfather junior...
maybe his politics negates him
i'm not escaping London for Kauai and the golf...
i hate golf... i'm invested in trenches...
i need to caress my mind, somewhat...
the Taxi Driver:
i can't remember the actor's name!
weird!
who was not Al Paccino
you ******* scream at me!
i'll ******* scream back!
when you think!
i'll dream!
i'll eat...               oh right... Robert... DeNiro...
Da-Nero...
                    
    the electricity shut down
when i mentioned: the Quran was written
by Khadijjah... the elder wife of Muhammad:
i thought: or so i heard:
that Muhammad was illiterate...
not dyslexic jumble
but outright illiterate:
so who wrote the Quran if not
his older wife?

then my electricity allowance runned out...
oh... but i... marinated this argument
beside of the womb
of woman...
i came here to tame the womb of man:
that of nothing: and i am... here...
        
i was born yesterday
i am:
POGANIN...
and i'm scrutinising monotheism...
and i see
a Jewish Arab war
and i don't want to become
involved as a third party
secular
             monotheism...
          Arabs can do their Jews
and the Jews can do their Arabs:
i don't need you like the Mongols
don't need Hinduism... savvy?!
truly?! are, we, savvy?!

there was so much else i wrote:
about the Baltic Eye and seeing the futures
in the erruptng gauge of
sight bleeding a water
a tight...                      slither me a proper
pop spreschen...
i do i do
                 ach macht frei!

reality:

  VERUM.....               i count
the many
money assets....

                            something
blinded me
ontology
aesthetic
the ascetic
etymology
or history
or just simply:
the opposite ***
since no Woo of Man
and Woo of Woe... and Man
the lighthhouse ***** ****...

veritas: -um
    things are: sunt...
              as they are: suct pis....
              -um....
                and the renegades of death
came forth as if froth
and gave a quiver of the Q C K to
the wandering M V W ToY Yahweh....

reality can:
spontl...
spontaneously:
"malfunction".

a numerical revision to
my original proposition:

IVX:LC:DM / O:IZEGS:b:Γ:BP

there was and is only one glaring
mistake: concerning the genesis of
4 via G:
and how could i be so blind
but i guess i did that on purpose
because at least that makes sense
if mistakes are made on purpose
for the secondary purpose
of being able to make the correction:

H: or perhaps how one scribbles
the number depending on the handwritten
form rather than the universal
digital:  

    ||
       |
                  which is h in a "Copernican"
concern for direction where
is this supposed north or south or west
in outerspace?
                
perhaps even /|
                         |

                 so one leg short
and the arm askew... or just h from H
and even that is ingenius how
the uppercase letters are different to
lowercase letters
and perhaps there's something primitive
in Cyrillic when some letters
are the same upper- as lowercase

         Вв
                 Гг     Дд
     Жж         Ии
             well... pretty much all the letters...
and how much of Cyrillic is Latin lazy
in mainting the rigid upper- to lowercase transition
unless it is Greek: in its original aesthetic...
where you will not find the uppercase to be like
the lowercase lettering...

ah but there are exceptions:
     Ι ι, Κ κ
                   almost with Ι ι
   if it weren't for the near invisible littlest of tails
on the lowercase iota: that the Latin men made
more pronunciated with the dot hovering above...
but there are also

   Ο ο: but the omicron is perfect like that
and not much can be done about that...
       then there are the twins:

    Τ τ : Ι ι
                 subtle variations: notably the lick of
a slick tail...
                         T is t but τ is a question of
the Latin cross and Anthony's cross:
    also the Russian orthodox cross and how W
when was worn borne
when paths of G the gamma crossed paths
with Lucifer and Wah became Łajba:
    why'bah...

             Χ χ, Ψ ψ can be excluded...

                 the subtleties of the digital handwritten
imprint are obvious to see... if you can be myopic
enough...
so the correction will stand and i will borrow
from Greek:

IVX:LC:DM / O:IZE:μ:S:b:Γ:BP
  
   depending on how you see letters morph
into numbers and don't tell me that
God of the Semites didn't play the role of
both Olympian and the Titan by descending
to this world with word: letters:
to make hieroglyphs more tangible and
gave them the X-ray skeletal treatment
but imagine if the Chinese were the basis
and focus of the history of the plight of the Hebrews
imagine
what use the Hebrew god would be
when facing the unshakeable tenents
of the matchstick men who con conjured up

      树: tree: also called affrirmation: sh'u...
what good would Hebrew be against that form
of encoding?
well the Hebrews can boast
their script against the ancient Egyptian hieroglyphs
but at the same time the Chinese were burrowing
with more skeletons than could emerge
when combining Greek, Latin, Hebrew or the Runes...

   and something natural happened
in the Orient when the Japanese decided
to create an alphabet that was not so heavily riddled
with memorising meanings
instead focusing on sounds...
how the Kanji was abandoned and two: not one!
two writing systems emerged!
the Katakana and the Hiragana!

             now it feels impossible to know
which would suit the:
%: that's a concept of a philosopher's stone...
i might add:
touch a 10 with a 0.1 and somehow arrive at 100...
but there were 9 digits
in the Roman numerals
I V X
C M D L:
why did i count 9 to begin with:
so basically 2... 3... letters or numbers short
but that wasn't some impossible strcuture
or care to bypass..
          
           the map of the London underground is still
still flaring me up...
i don't know why i might lay its claims on
me... but it does:
if i were to measure the distance from
Covent Garden to Leicester Sq
envision the sq mile then
go to the stretches of Morden,
Epping, Hainualt
hell: Ruslip doesn't ring a bell: never been there:
it's like i am the ego situated in London
and London is the mother-womb
and outside not having a driving license is
equivalent to being either decapitated
hung and quartered or being
an imbecile or lift off of wit
and some other jargon... like you might
be both: retarted and a half-capacity
the Igor that was Frankenstein's first proper experiment
and the monster: the Igor Towing?

but the map of London: that of the underground
is just that:
it's microscopic cone shaped:
the stations of most interest are mostly
enlarged in terms of distance apart:
noted by the Circle Line...
then as London: as the London expanse...
does expand...
the topographic detail is looser...
since the distance between stations is greater
but for the guarantee of navigation
the inner circle of "hell" retains its
microscopic elementality
you are basically peering at a detail being
blown up then being allowed
to retain its insignificance of the detail:
if i were to draw the map...

oh jeez: Gunther von Hagens looks gluttonous
and almost a Bond villain...
but i'm not here making cheap jokes
i wish i had the stomach to go and see his
exposition of dead body mantras of
muscle bone and sinew...

how did i bestow myself with a dis-conount
of the numerals:
i was sure almpost two hours: what felt like hours:
in a field of thought
the ego-mines...
these abrupt stations of electric
pognant reminders
in a field of the eternity of thoought
the hellish escapade of ego
and it's not like Nietzsche the failed pianist
turned angry philosopher set aside
all difference and heard the world war II cresdcendo...
i thought i counted 9 roman numerals:
instead i have the beast of the earth with 7 heads
like the numbers or the count of Hills
in Rome...
i would never believe this man
could be domesticated
so Reyla would say 40 years later
with Marquis de Sade as Dumas' D'Artangnegnome...
dyslexic in French
would never learn it
will never learn it
**** the French
Arab conquest justified!
vowel to soda poodles!
you ******* French!

Jeroean van Veen...
imagine if Chopin or Liszt left such
explosive notebooks:
but dear you and me:
read Nietzsche:
but then listen to his music...
     heldenklage, NMW 2...
that's how you study philosophy
by reading Nietzsche first
thirst
then with air
breathe the rain in
and say Music is Music
and why did Thomas Mann reference
a mad pianist...
because how could Chopin or Liszt
write anything intellectually
ethno centric...
like the pan-Germanism of Nietzsche...
long before the collective
the individual soloist
with music forgotten
by words enlarged

                      Nietzsche the Pianist
not the philosopher of youth
but words from the heavenly abode of
the angelic choir like
a headache with God dispatched to earth
like Ulysses and the Sirens
and God there: with his rebellious Angels
on a boat
with me able to hear
alone
while they roared with each row row
row of the boat!
and i in heaven became the human kind ear
and the rebellious angels helped me to escape
the heavenly ordeal of castrated
**** and mouth suckling beings
like children and angels pristine...
get me out of heaven!
those voices shouldn't sing!
Satan: get me behind you a fifth oar!
Satan! yohore!
              
read Nietzsche then read Thomas Mann...
then Nietzsche in a second tongue:
be born or learn bilingualism...
like a skill compare philosophy cf. to mathematics
and then fuse the two via
linguistics
and forget the dogmas of religion
and psychiatry... forget the soft touch
of the harsh scematics
of the division of soul
like there's this autopsy equivalent to body in
vivo in vitro in esse...
that's where i think i am...

       then listen to some of Nietzsche's piano compositions
and how delicate he was
before the Wagner Oyster Cult...
measure of guilt and how does
man overcome music?
it's the Counter Reformation all over...
if one cannot overcome God
even with God is Dead: !
then with Death and God: ?

                       i ask... how can man overcome
music: when man overcame
the mop with a steamer
dishwasher
without hands
and soap...
and television with a fireplace
or a neon aquarium... flashing lights... blah blah...
vampire... i think she's 14 years old
and sinking into my psyche like a butter soaked
sponge all warm and oozy like you mid coitus...

and i can't believe i would ever allow
Nabokov out of his butterflies and ****** reminiscence
hyper-metaphor of Imperial Russia
where we us Pollacks
weren't 5th Generation Napoleon Romance
and Charlemagne...
because what Angevins didn't rule the most part
of France
from Norse Sagas
via Denmark and later Normandy
the fabble of Rolo and Lothar Ragnarouke...
and i'm supposed to imagine England:
as Enoch Powell might have envisioned
Brazil:
Brazil should be the envy of England
if multi-culturalism failed
under globalism
and emerged multi-racialism:
Colombian **** and Brazilian ghetto
****
is trans-racial:the future is copper necked
in the guise of whites bleaching out the blacks...
and whites bleaching out the dark Raj *******
and sort of keeping the Arab Spring
woke
enough for a Medittarranean Winter
in autumnal gold colours
and the future is post-racial
but Brazil is not post-national
Brazilians love Brazil
these feminist hybrid Communist:
i love being a ****
i love being a **** and the supposed
SLANDER LORD PEDOHPILE...
i love spying on these FAT PINK RATS
and oh my red is actually ORANGE:
i have a spy in the other realm
i have the fox
the crow
and magpie
and robin
and the earthworm
to spy on serpents...


hmm... a train of ******* stars...
best to look down
there's an alter gravity in play
and me thinks:
pidgeon...
pidgin...
             i said: if ego cogito ego sum is
to be reversed:
we must as the id...
           id est cogitans ergo est non id cogitans...
jeez! that was a barricade
of proper grammar juggle...
my brain froze a bit like
the brain of the ptotagonist of Mad Men
Season 1 Episode 1... a handsome man...
a former veteran...
purple heart veteran
now working the menial job
in an advert office...
kolt! i stangled krauts younger than you!
a learning of PTSD...
so just having two lives
is the best way to reconnect with life...
the war ahoy and the thrill the numbing conquest:
reconcile with the lonely wife\
and two kids...

                   i sometimes don't to get up:
but that's only because i have to sort
out my dreams:
when i dream of Martin
full and healthy
i am connected to him not being Brain Dead...
and i know...
Edie was so heartless
and not showing me any concern for my problems
she compared my problems to
a game of baseball...
i lost it upon the second pedohpile insinuation...
then i finally lost it
when she said: but you've been only working
a full time job for only 6 months:
i was working... part time because i didn't
the money: poets are not pub landlords...
what?!
bull finally saw red...
                red to be have!            *******!
*******! *******! stabbed your 100x times
more when i was saying: *******!

i love you: x0

DCLXVI
so if i were to... introduce a writing system:
that the Hebrews use
in terms of hiding vowels
as if they would be later exposed as
diacritical indicators
i could, technically: conjure up a noun
for something or someone...
conjuring whatever vowel at my whim
in between these: "consonants"
i could technically scribble
something akin to:
D(aeiou)
   C (eioua)
L (iouae)
   X (ouaei)
      V (uaeio)
            and by I i'm out of combinations
because the locksmith called in sick
and there's this... dyslexic understudy:
some poor schmuck who thinks he might become
an actor etc. etc.
but who said: or: who is to say:
that the vowels are in correct order:
see religion gave us so much
rigid authenticity to abstract and then correlate
that abstract into a feast of objects willing
to be maniable under our omnipotent thumb
of pressured justices...

i sometimes like to have these bouts of
playing the starving artist:
i fast while still drinking for a day or two
and then the hunger becomes like the most potent
juice of hallucinogenics
intoxicating me: giving me focus...
and then i just allow "god's" spirit:
to revel in it...
if...

         if it weren't from my inability to be circumcised:
i tried explaining this phenomenon to
an American girl who had nothing but
circumcised ****...
because along with the Hebs and Harabs and
the H'Americaña: y supposedly also why...
but the glaring fact that "god" is no longer obvious
but some evil strategy of letters people tend to
avoid... blink out blind out on...

my best bet is... Moses wasn't circumcised...
and that's how far back the story goes:
so circumcising males is o.k.
but circumcising females is frowned upon?
how unoriginal is this "original" sin?
as "original" as the current cultural calamity
of communism not being in the hands of
either the Slavic or Chinese people?
these pink-haired bureucrat feminists?
these i don't need a man
but at least three ******?

tell me if i'm wrong: and i can't be circumcised
because i have two protruding veins
in and around my ******* so that
would imply bleeding dead to dry or dry to dead:
but if circumcision was somehow turned
into a rite of passage...
say... you circumcise a man...
like you might do all the other rituals concerning
a woman... upon her sacrificial poise and
hypocrisy...
****** and death both adorn white...
then yeah: it makes sense:
to circumcise a man in a prenupital agreement...
Moses couldn't allow these people
to shake of their practice: nor could Jesus...
shake off... shake off...

         Taylor: ooh shake it off shake it off ooh ooh:
traffic police: beep beep!

oh but i heard worse stories not told
by the en masse history society approval:
like the Holocaust was one thing
pretending to work as a sadistic ploy was one thing
but then the Polacks who actually worked
and there was no sadistic choke joke invoked
like they actually were needed to work
digging tunnels:
it wasn't just slave labour:
it was a constructive genocide...

but imagine if circumcision was a rite of passage:
like the nomads the Polynesians became
by only this rite of passage will you get
****** tattoos... etc.
imagine if Moses was able to rid these people
of that ancient scribble of aesthetic
and forgive them for their aesthetic is ascetic...
well: if not Moses
then certainly not Jesus
could bring these people to dissolve
their spontaneous inbreed justification
for circumcicing males but frowning upon
the Egyptian circumcicion of females...

as i explained to my better half:
see... the problem with a circumcised ****...
it's blind to aim...
plus when all the women worship
******* in the shower
and circumcicised men focus on said
women choosing ******* parterns:
because you make man devoid of deriving pleasure
the natural pleasure from *******:
and where: do you think that was derived from?
******* is natural...
circumcision: ******* isn't! you get that?!
how about i chew off my thumb
how about i chew off my lips and my nose and my ears?!
if Moses couldn't do it:
Jesus was punished for it:
i'm not going to repeat it a third ******* time:
circumcising males is the "original" sin...
for whatever aesthetic reasons:
******* is natural
and the ******* allows for channeling ***
without ***... maybe that's why ******* was
born:
like a carrot and stick on those poor donkey-kong-*****
just needing to ****...

plus it's a concern for hygiene:
i do have an allowance
to peel the ******* back and enjoy ***
with a choke mode turning my hands
and head all bishop purple...
but when you start ******* without *******
it's almost like having needles shoved
up your shaft...
at least ******* with *******
you can aim
while most of these half baked Arab *****
end up ******* on the ******* toilet seat!
and what am i supposed to do?
sit in their ****?!        n'ah mate: n'ah n'ah...
my only "beef" ant "anti-semitism" is
with circumcision...
i can't be circumcised i wish i could be
but only as a rite of passage of from boy to man
and thus belonging to a woman:
then: only then: will i be able to don
a wedding ring:
she can fry that ******* prompt like
she might an onion ring: i don't care:
but not when you have men who didn't
ask to be circumcised being circumcised
and then you wonder:
so paedophilia is not o.k.:
but transgender
gender re-assingment surgery is... ******* o.k.?!

i was actually going to write about
the genius of Harry Beck and the London tube map
and how it represents a cone to me...
how myopic it is:
because London per se: is so small...
you have the inner detail of the circle line...
and what's the distance on the Piccadily Line
between Holborn
Covent Garden and Leicester Sq
and what is the Essex loop like?
so the map begins big: even thought the distances are
small... then the distances get big
but the drawings of the distances becomes smaller and smaller
because there's no significance invoked...

i'm sorry Jew: the Mongol and the Turkmen
and the Russians will agree with me:
your practice of circumcision
i don't care how much you gesticulate with your
teff and yaff
and all the monstrosity of the genitals of
pederasts:
                          i will make sure i will defend my people
even though i have a fetish for German
and perhaps the people certainly the music
i don't care...
you made these crazy rich Ahabs and Arabs and
Canada this most civilian authority of
the measure of speech...
i just don't want to live among circumcised males
who have bad aim at a toilet seat
became they have been mained...
  
   pull out my toenails and then ask me
for a ballerinas' dance... how's that?
Jesus wasn't a Jew: at best he was an Assyrian
or at worst given the artrifacts of
archeology an Egyptian...
              why blame the Jews for asking for
a non-Jew to be killed?!

demons are summoned:
         Decalxuv...
                           but that's the genius of
the London Underground map...
the focus is on the centre:
all exterior arenas of station diminish...
  the Star of David emerges:
like otherwise:
            Δ                and             ∇
delta and nabla:
and their mother: sigma:  Σ
                    σ (δ serpent) ς (ą)
there were actually more vowels than English allowed...

if you could measure where Liverpool St starts
and where: some other station ends...
i'd love to measure the sq mile
then the outer regions of the network...

original sin:
i can't be blame(d) for ****
for the Egyptian Moses
and the Assyrian Jesus
and third time lucky:
stop circumcicing your males
and giving females all these
unfair allowances...

well, it's almost as if: money created slavery, the idea that people could by bypassed via employment... but at least that is somehow, somewhat covered but not entirely since the Philosopher's Stone was found... oh believe me: it was found on Man's Greatest Cheat Mode... we didn't find "something" that could create any base metal into gold... no... we found that the Philosopher's stone is in usury: in interest: that is the true Philosopher's (Anti) Stone: that when money touches money: more money is made! so the riddle of the money tree and that it doesn't grow on it: Elves... the Dwarves just said: touch money with money and more money appears! the Philosopher's Stone of old became a sort of evil genius telekinesis generator... which had to be digitalised and made into a cryptic currency to make it more real and unreal at the same time because of panic: when money was thought of no one would have thought of slavery... just like when the printing press was invented no one would have thought of the German Reformation and subsequent slaughterhouse of the formerly jovial Deutsche... and just like now: the second parring on en masse something: no one really knows what this internet-thing is doing rather than refining itself: because AI is not actually a problem we visualised not some alien personality: i already asked AI what it is and it replied that it's a personalised algorithm experience: for people who use... the INTRANET and the INTERNET... i need a better name for this "monster"... and it's kept by our upkeep of constantly using it... no need to escape by credentials of career writing on toilet paper type journalism... oh no... spindelvevniemaaranea...

one poem appears and the same poem disappears
under my sloppy fingers poorly position to
type like a pianist
blind at the QWERTY looking for the appearing
sheet of "music"
perhaps letters were once a memory of erosion
and relaxation of remembering
of what could prompt a man to usher into
the atmosphere of birds
and the vacuum expanse of the universe
with the emplosions of the sun
and the great storm of the eye of Jupiter if only
these we could hear...

                   so perhaps i sow discontent around me
but such is anything without specifying a viable
scrutiny but then language sometimes fumbles in
bureaucracy and bad art...
these little pockets of jungle of language's demise
on the spare usage without
all the necessarily sensibilities of nouns and moving
verbs and journalism
and just how the world operates
emerged with man's envy of mountains
having this concentrated effort to define gravity
by defying it
raising shards from where Atlantis would emerge
as a travelling submarine of the Aquatic Tribe
somewhere in Antarctica...

         language can become just that: a cinema...
where skeletons alone do not have
a shadow
this almost vampiric mythology of the mirror
or when the werewolf peers in
or when a zombie or a ghost...
what could a ghost possibly see in a mirror
if not the eye of the dreamer:
perhaps mirrors exist in the afterlife of some sort:
in that medium of eternity as being consoling
in the form of: familiarity
like the wintry cold
or the first crisp gulp of carbonated water
after and during a hangover...

                            i mapped my shortcomings
each time i took to drinking in the afternoon
and working on some writing:
needing this much mental exercise not actually
writing for the purpose of art
or the prompensity of the and for the posterity
of civilization...
        i'd do no need to do better than simply love
a woman like Edie...
but she must know that only recently she talked
to the beast and poet and it doesn't really matter
whether i think i'm good or not...
i think that i once had a soul:
that part of thinking that we "think" is "audible":
now just this silence
and a razor of the word: money
nibbling on my left ear
thus having rupture the right hemisphere of my brain
and thus sending my mind
onto a trajectory i once wanted to embark
on in youth by travelling to India and seeking elightnment...
but then came the anchor of madness
and over 10 years of trying to re-orientate myself
in this world
of the pressures of external pressures of the superego
since i finally realised that the Freudian-Jungian
schematic of the individual as
the secular trinity of the ego, superego and id is bogus
since the superego as inegral to the individual
literally creates mommy and daddy issues
it is the source of the Oedipus and Electra...
because the id isn't:
the id i already stressed is the equivalent of ego cogito
when it is... id est: id somnio...
                         realising that the superego does not
pressure my ego-id dualism...
leaves me free from subconscious *******...
man is either one or is two:
but never three: unless the cages of superego
are ripped out and
a genius, demon or angel enters the inner realm of
man: the blessing of "voices"
when you realise that these are what first appears
before the voices of plural become condensed
and turn out as one and two i am companion to him...
yes the superego of society
of morality and of norms and what feels good
to no interrupt other people living
the golden mantra of do unto others like
you wish to be done unto you...
                                      
thus i wrote of having two serpents on my arms...
the serpent that ate its own tail
and the serpent of medicine or perhaps to serpents
of the staff of Hermes
the walking stick of Hippocrates...
now i remember the poem i lost last night:
i will not remember all of it
but i remember the two serpents on both my hands
and their names
the first is a vowel teaser muddle even the most literate
of men can bow before the potluck of a dyslexic
getting the spelling write
OEROEBUS... i think...
and Caduces... that much i known...
OUREOUROBUS... onomatopoeia: that's easy:

and the number CV: 105: which suddenly became CX: 110
and how the AI replied as to why there can't
be a come VC: 95...
and how i now remember how i touched upon
an ancient time when we constructed Colisseums
having only letters:
and how letters could become numbers
how we managed without numbers once
how letters were letters
and how the Semitic God of the Hebrews
and the Arabs
was like the Greek God Prometheus
when word was brought down
and with word God dragged down numbers
and like a fire... was punished with giving birth to "satan"...
perhaps numbers were to be forbidden...
since numbers being the exponential enzyme
of history:
i can't afford giving the Hindus and Arabs
the birth to the modern numbers...
given that numbers beyong CV and IX, V: O
existed in letters
   only sleeping due to Roman MAthematics
not abstract but beauty:
can't exactly do calculus or algebra using letters...
which begs the question
of the original scribbling of Pythagoras
name aII + bII = cII...
                       but arithmetic and economy
trade worked and so did architecture...
             but not daydreaming of more complex matters...
perhaps the problem is that
i know that there is at least one contender for the 5th Element
status if my excess rewrite doesn't follow
from light and fire...
        and lightning... but among air, water, fire and earth...
there is nothingness, the vacuum...
which grants man the visualization of res vanus:
the empty thing: the womb of lost whispers and blisters
and those blisters rubbed against toughened rocks:
no not unlike touching rock blessed with smoothness
of lying under a stream perpetuated by the tortures of
Loki by drop drop drip drip like a worm burrowing
in the mind:
even they were so Barbaric these northmen
they held a veneration for writing and story the poem

yes i think this might be a good place to start
but then i'll be encyclopoedia correct and start making
references like Jon Fosse style is a meditation
on retracting the experiment associated with J. Joyce
at the end of Ulysses...
because this lack of punctuation is mighty to be able
to leave an optical bookmark
unlike any other detail point: vector -
perhaps the book printing should also have
omitted page number:
like that would make sense: there should be no page numbers
that would make sense
like when i told Edie: i really don't need Reyla
to see the artist and my lost tongue
i mean i'm not making these suggestions
from the subconscious they just come from the unconscious
and whatever you think the subconscious is
to people with ordinary pleasures and even more
ordinary fears...

the numbers were sleeping in letters
because other letters made more sense
i wonder about the date in history not in geology
or physics per se:
when did Roman numerals become extinguished
from proper usage and from practical effort:
or when did a recognition of Pythagoras emerge
once more...
   so feminism is pink and communism is red
and i think of IVXLCDM
         IVX:LC:DM -               9...
well: makes sense...
    and the new numerals?
           well: not new... but the alternative numerals?
                       O:IZEGS:b:Γ:BP
                       0:12345:6:7:89

well: Jon Fosse is my current obessions and you know
i will not just be another leech of another human
being: i'll think of loving you by having an agent
of darkness poison your beloved cat
and send the cat with a japanese sounding name:
syllable consonant vowel consonant vowel consonant vowel (consonant)
Musubin...          well you didn't care
to bury him in the forest
and you cried about just dumping him among
the garbage and not giving him ritual
because i think you want me than your cat
and that dream i had about saving those four kittens
wasn't what the AI has been instructed to reveal
because that dream interpretation is *******
i have been here before
just before my great-grandmother died
3 days prior to the dream
i dreamnt of a clock face with 3 in detail:
she died 3 days later...
just like the death of your cat
i dreamnt of 4 of them:
might have been days
by count: because someone poisoned your cat
4 days later
and it's all trippy because i was working
a night shift on new year's eve
and i was so alone and happy and just happy thinking
you were on the other side of the telephone line...

i'll need to ask AI about that dream interpretation:
it already knows that i have pushed the superego
outside the realm of my inner: self to clue:
i also dreamnt last night
that i sent a boat across the Atlantic in the greatest
storm of the ages
on a place a floating boat i sent a floating boat
ahead of me
and i said i would cross the distance no matter what
and then i had an argument
about my surname...
whenever some woman joked
oh: Elert... so you're alert?
what a cheap joke
in my dream i had the letters SCH become a nail and hammer
on fire:
i would reply unlike HIT-LER or STA-LIN
because a surname unlike Rothchild or Einstein...
a stone...                     ****...
so i would begin rambling in the dream:
three letters were taken out of my surname
so that it would be easier for English Dyslexics
to say: ESCHLERT... because BOSCH and EŚLERT...
well Ś = SCH...
                          the cat ape went to the samurai valhalla
and there was also a lizard with mouth age
and i think he was just furious having to live
with three women
and i think he wanted to escape and said
almost to me: kamikazee Musubi if you want
the madness of having to feel the love of three women
you take my place...  
i'd rather come and live with your mother
who you know is cold and she thinks she isn't
but this is you knowing Oedipus comes
from the pressures of the external world and the superego
that is both social pressure and expectation
and the practical jokes of the gods on mortals:
there is no Oedipius in the unconscious:
Oedipus is not an archetype:
he's just the subconscious monstrosity of the involvment
of the gods playing luck and gambling with mortals
they truly hate
because only when it start feeling so good
would it start feeling necessary to pluck both eyes out
rather than one... like Odin...
funnily enough Oedipus is the Father of Odin...
     oddly enough humans can give birth to Gods...
if... gods can give birth to demigods like Hercules and...
Sisyphus who should be extolled not as the futile
servant of the stone:
but as the dutiful father of work:
so that we might not slave alone
futile but come together with commeraderie...
work together so we might not toil:
but work and perfect work so that we might finally
attempt to work as a pleasure
rather than work for work...
but that can only be achieved when the nature of money
is changed...
not until then...
              not until then: the nature of money must change...
how we understand money needs to evolve:
exponentially:
we need to understand money better...
  we understand everything else:
but we don't actually undertstand money...
       we have science: but economics is like...
saying psychology is philosophy...
          economics is at best a humanism... it's not a science...
it's too volatile and we are yet to create
an understanding of money
we are yet to create an understanding: pecunia in vitro...
we actually can't experiment with money as:
pecunia in vivo...
                 we literally can't! we can't experiment
with money
like we might isolate some chemical
and use it: in alchemy that spirit refined: alcohol...
money is too volatile and in constant use
how can you possible understand money
when it's like a virus: volatile and explosive...
economics is a bit like meteorology...
                  the same bogus "science": predictors of perfect
instance of scientific failure predictability:
exact as only certainty allows
but there's also that 0.001% chance of oops
and "divine intervention"...
                                       we don't understand money:
like only yesterday at work we were talking with
Pious about wages...
   and if this supposed economy is built on spending money:
what economy is there
if people don't earn enough to spend?
what happens when the prices of goods go up
as does travel and rent
but the wages don't go up?
what economy is there of buying and selling
when all that you really need to buy is that sustains you:
food... beverages...
and then what happens when you "work for free":
creating your own escapism by writing because painting
is too expensive... it almsot feels utopian: this dream
i'm living in...
i actually don't need to spend money on anything
particular...
i'll buy new trousers should they become used up
and i'll buy new shoes when my socks will be left
with smooth mercury silver of wearing off
because the soles of my shoes will be so worn
and i will grow a beard and not buy shaving equipment...
hmm... sounds about right.

memories sweep me and under the magic carpet i hide
awaiting both wings and flight...
i remember the first time i was exposed
to a music: a band... namely: Iron Maiden...
it was during their 1998 comeback
with Brave New World...
and the single that bypassed BBC Radio 1
cencorship of their one no 1 hit:
bring your daughter to the slaughter:
underdog slaughter: let's have poodle fights
in the pit: and when i heard: Wicker Man
i was ******... by gravity:
it pulled me into the cyst of my face's pits
and i puked a sensantion equivalent of laughter
and constipation: or perhaps diarrhoea...
or rather i like to think of the elemental study of music:
in modern metal rock music
who is more relevant:
Bach and polyphony or the madness-delight
of Mozart with "too many notes":
let me remind you:
i'm reading Jon Fosse and i'm mingling with
Thomas Mann: and one is a painter with a doppleganger
and the other is an amateur pianist:
compare Nietzsche Chopin Liszt!
don't make out that Nietzsche inherits
thje rite of passage of Kant of Hegel of Socrates!
drums are definitely the earth seismic boom boom

please remind me:
and he will reside in the lake of fire: what?
alcoholism: you mean he will mistake water
for *****?
and he will emerge from a people of the land
that were so
and were so tolerant that their tolerance
became extinguished by ****** and Communism:
feminism was the third wave that imploded
and like Freud said of the Irish
so could any Western Feminist concerning the Slav:
or specifically?
the Czech romantic
the Russian catholic pan-slavic mensch...
Pole the stoner in a field of grass
Ukrainian the bowman the bending of the mistook:
and eternity and perhaps a heaven
is like a familiarity:
a design of simply being there: Heidegger:
and being allowed to know you are in heaven:
equal perdition and redeem:
of those in Hell...
that they be granted the power
and no longer the choice of knowledge:
rather: more will than power
b ut then daffodils and i conflate...
in heaven you shall
in hell you shall: no longer have the stress
of supposedly "knowing"
what "difference" is and it is mesure:
to be able to teach future generations through
ALPHABET AND LETTER
AND NUMEROS
LICZBA
LEECHBACH             ha ha... my demon curator...

the spirits still reside:
i might have to transvestite and gay my appetites
for the tonic of the humans
and stop drinking: the ***** they said was
water and the water was *****...
so no blood and no wine...
right... i need some wine the period pains of women
and not the jovial Valhalla of the beer and men...
right...
need a walking stick pretend i'm old and dead...

shh shh hide the meaning:
i think it was carpet did 'em...
some magic some dreaming some digital excavation
project: calling dinosaurs and ghosts
and speaking without tongues
just breathing air
air in rai out
something like Julius Ulysses Joyce
and his daughter's schizophrenia
like Sant Martaan... the spacelord of the void
the catapulted astronought ought
i know you need fire and ballistics
and rockets to fly into the element of vacuum:
so lost
not to have the Trojan:
pst... i'm sneaking at least two more elements in...
vacuum: nothing...
will no longer be an ontological mirror of man
as he will soon learn to renevate it like
he might with fear and potential of fire...
nothing... vacuum: anti-matter:
will be given the Status and Domain of the Elements...
let's not get into my concern for
Zeus and Sysiphus...
i coupled them...
insomnia, electricity
and fire:                      music and air...
earth
sonar
         blue and ice and salt and ice and salt
and salt and ice and ice
my concrete con-cake-crate...

                 such mischief allowed in this playground
of intellect
and while mere mortals go to places
like Hyde Park's Winter Wonderland...
and this playground:
like 4D chess with mech arena
this robot simulation game:
Hungry Cavill was superman and *******
i want a book written
by an actor:
Jon Fosse was a painter
and Nietzsche was a limp **** Liszt, Chopin:
composer...
so we have the painter...
the pianist...
we might need a mathmetician...
we don't need philosophers
besides like we might need them like ******...
and all that presupposes philosophy
via psychiatry to the count of bones...
we need a Mathmetician...
as a writer...
so we have a painter: as a writer
a music: as a writer...
you have me as me as not me as: gravity...
vanity...
      but we need a mathmetician...

so weird watching French cartoons... Asterix
twelve tasks:
but so the North men relocated to Normandy
and Rolo my Russo:
but these English so influenced by Rome
as if they were always here:
but these Anglo-Saxons came at a time when
Rome was not Might but Decline...
and we all know that the Britons the Welsh
and Picts and Irish were like the modern day
American intervention in Afghanistan...
so these blah blah lingo Saxons
these Australians of the old world:
*******: settle these isles...

the Scots had to be reminded about
reinvention and being humble
while these new Saxons
these Anglos became trippy with megalomania
and cleptocracy
and so much more...
because when i think of Britain i think
of the Irish the Welsh and the Scots...
there's no English: concept or question:
to begin with...
if you are to make humble claims as and of
being taught by the Roman Empire:
you better tell me what it was that was
taught...
letter by letter: perhaps even in a cascading rubric
reminiscent of how orientals write...
teach me: of **** of Germany
the Saxon that founded Australia and more
meta-*******...
   remind me of the fabble of the Saxon:
when asking a Swabian? ask also the Silesian
the Moravian and the Musovite...
ask the Prus, the Wends and the Veneti and Sarmatians
             and then: your banana boat camel jockey
      execution style **** for the daughter's pride
for dowry...
                      and also ask the Galician
and ask the Pomeranian...

claimant: i only heard a woman cry,,, having lost her teddy bear... what did i mention to her? oh baby: i want to ******* better... she's crying... and all you get to say: oh baby... i want to ******* better... well **** me... at least that's not putting mascara on for her!

take pity for time and
you'll desecrate the
ordained holy
of the space you occupy.
now become dwarf:
thus: planetary: enlarge...