when the rhino
was blinded
emerged the elephant
memory
the lion heart
fire fire court 1
wimbledon
and monkey
with a serpent
like a carnival of sorts...
you a sports fan?
doesn't really matter
but shiite I prefer
above sunni, I think.
ask the Africans:
was Islam or Christianity
better best for you:
Africa can ask the post-European
question.

rhino ego
Thornton
or
horn
little horn
like beaks of crows
i said too much
rhino ego
christ
I mean Jesus is king
there Matthew cam be the Messiah
if angels can be saints
I will
Andrews to replace
Muhammad Musa
I mean dark skinned Afrifans being
dlaves to light Africans
Nigerians the light
are natural slave dealers...
Valerie's talk-to-heart
rhino ego to blind
Buddha's Third Eye
of the body-complex soul
and mind
if Jesus asked Gordon for
the resurrection of yhebofy
the body
plumbing slumber
the way you control people
you made Wimbledon
a bleeding from our feet
Valerie...
we need Andrews to be supervisor
I'll tell management
leave it to me
one recommendation
is more than infinite complaints...
I have someone in mind...
Andrews... fromCarysle
from Totteham... warn magement
that they will enter the Schozophrenic Wars Aeons of Proxy: in situ:
Matthew Matthew... Matthew....
Aaron
Andrew
I forget.... Chelsea Induction
skipped..."skip slip skip": bunny
boo-hoo

i think these two weeks at Wimbledon
will do me some good
i'm like a Gary Lineker of
the Security Industry
i haven't had a red card or a yellow
card for foul play
i think that's saying something
i recently made a complaint
about my team member
because i was supervising a team of four
and one "****" got out of
hand a 6ft66 one type i think
if Christianity learned anything from the Orient
and Pacifism
Christianity can learn the Crusade
the Ares Christianity of the Resurrected Second Coming
Chirst Already happened
he was resurrected
and lived out his life and wrote
the Gospels
i truly believe when Jesus was resurrected
he had a schizophrenic vision
of Matthew
Luke Mark
and John
       and all the other disciples and the clock
and i really think that the resurrected jesus
didn't do just that:
ascend to heaven:
well he did in that he wrote the book
sort of reverse i think
but maybe
i tell you:
i just need 3h sleep even 5
i tell you i think i am busy in that regard
today i learned the focus on money
and i used to just throw $120 an hour to prostitutes
today my mother asked me for money
that was a first
well: she didn't ask for me:
i have been her creditor
that's how the credit and debit system works
you deal with family on credit
but the real world on debit
at least that's how you learn INTEREST
i actually owed my mother money
but the fact that i could just give her
$2000 back just like that
before i started writing my father's invoice
i have the money
but i like the number on my bank account
with all the supposed heavy drinking
and smoking ****
a pretty $7,945
that's the easily spendable
and then some extra on the side
but i am also paying back
the supposed hefty sum of benefits allowance
i ejected him
but i didn't take his ticket
and i didn't rip off his wristband
because i was the one making a complaint
about security and i was actually
an auditor i just realised
i could become an auditor
and that was like a second tier aspect
of the security industry
like i could be a security industry auditor
and they wouldn't even know it
it would only take a hypothetical scenario
of an auditor
and Wembley could get its very own
security auditor...
after all there are ranks in the army
and if i'm seeing videos of women working hard
in the nursery and then hey presto the office
and no children
just growing up on the basics of money
i know there is someone out there
who will have visited Glastonbury tonight and
will have driven to Wimbledon the next
day
it was so refreshing when the Sun and Sunday's
Statement calmed the crowd down
from Political:
the Sun is going down
i believe so and there was less of that libtard
propaganda collective spew
i dooo not            |',now      
but i read the newspapers on a saturday
watched the internet on a friday
and then turned on the television
when i was ironing 9 white shirts
and the radio was in the background
9 shirts in around 30min
lost track of time on the Yourk Turks
the Young
trying to get into the cooler vibe
of Glastonbury
the Anglo Disco of the middle dead
high vibe the colourful parade
and all the ugly talk and happy talk vertigo
hotel of hmmm
the perfect time the perfect vibe
i need to see it another way round
trying to make it light
but i do think Roy
Orb  and Son
               Rodney Steward has all that mother
cool mother around
i just think perhaps when i have a wife
who doesn't want to share others with me
or the world perhaps beside the metal arms
and the needles and threads
i lost an ear with Vincent and Peter
two Odins with one Oedipus...
who surprisingly is not treated
as a demigod and for that reason
the demigod was a wound in us
longer than the wound of jesus christ
the wound of oedipus has long been
more complicated than the pop suffering
of jesus christ
a public figure:
but oedipus was a private figure and still
is:
because such was the pluck of knowledge
and what do we know of the crucifix
if oedipus is holding his eyes
in his hands?
who cares if jesus' heart is ablaze:
i don't really mind that...
but the suffering of oedipus is hidden
in the unconscious:
the same love of Jesus Christ
is like Martin Luther King Jr
and J.F.K.
                 that's who Jesus is.... to me:
he is that relevant to me
but i mean: not really...
and why is that if you tell ****** incoherent stories
about him:
so when he was resurrected:
people stopped ******* with him and left him alone
because he couldn't have:
the 2nd Baptism:
apparently the only person in history
to receive a 2nd baptism:
that of death...
the only person in the world?
like many ****** births so special she lied i think
of truth...
          and it is a wonderful world
the mere thought
contemplating the Islamic mantra about
Ezra Pound and Usury or
Christianity of Ursula...
             Anti-Saint Ursula:
when i heard that Archangel became
scalped in Christianity
under the guise of the Black Pope St. Michael...

how much of beauty descended to earth
from the heavens
to dig out the past macabre in the farts
of hell...
          but a second figure it out
i forgot my water
and one day so many watermelons and later
flags like Farrington station:
and one palestianian o.k.
a Ukrainian flag
some local flags
i don't know what statement
was what but i felt like an auditor
that time because i was the one to be coordinating
any ejection:
mind you... he also works as head doorman
at a *******
so you understand what i'm dealing with
what sort of ego:
a head doorman of a *******...
so all muscle muscle
              i mean you think i'd want a perfect
team but all this brass is no brains and
i think i was giving a test
i was coming in for work
for 12:30
so my fast train to STratford was at 11:53...
if i walked quickly to the stadium from the station
i could get there for 12:15
i responded like so
when the "boss" Tony calls me:
we need to replace you:
you're starting early:
can you get here for 12pm?
Tony: tight, really tight...
i'm already on my way
unless i can quantum travel
but i think someone didn't want to work with
someone or there was some disagreement or i don't know
i mean i don't know who i was given to work
with: i sometimes wonder:
so many new faces and the people i initially knew
faded from the industry or became gridlocked
because there's so much psychology
in this industry and even at the chicken shop
i was followed by my auditor spirit
someone trying to walk into a chicken shop
with a plastic cup of beer
and he was touched by someone
a woman with an SIA license
and now i realise the curse of this license is that
you have a mentality like a rabid rabbit
***** too...
for eyes darting and paranoia smell and piquant
taste buds...
but for a life of personal measure:
in writing devoid of this license being active
i have to wait
jeez... until 2027
i am licensed until then and i will have this
line of work in me until then
i think when i don't actually have to use it
when i have it like a black belt
but i don't have a black belt just this license
and without the jack and sparrow of the bullet train
i have no whiskers or cowboy boots...
i am not a cat
but when you can write about working
in the post office
i think we can leave off the post office
and you might as well come with me picking up
Bukowski from the grave
and doing my own Little Comedy
divine was...
not so much with Dante and Virgil:
a new age is here
pagan in my fantasy also secular and post-secular
because at times a new religion is infringing on all
the others
and the Christians and Muslims seem
to be both bemused by
the also bemused Judaism with Israel...
only 100 years ago there was a Judaism
without Israel.
there was the Polish tongue
like a gypsy a citizen of the world
because there was no state of poland
which even now is a joke state since the rulers
of poland are soft-core Germans:
TUSK, MENTZEN, BRAUN...
and now? UM-WOT...
like the British Implosion...
it used to be called England
Scotland
Wales Ireland...
internally at least
but to the outside world it was known
as the British Empire
it wasn't known as the United Kingdom
i also don't recognized that place either
after the British Empire
there exist a plethora
and a diaspora of United States
Australia
     and other Chimeras of the British Implosion...
it's a concept not a confined state
and anything ethnic:
just a colourful cowoahwoahful wainbow flag!

the weird and wonderful:
marriage:
5,000 miles away
she might as well be living her
wife's life on the moon
and i'm stripped of oxygen
when no breath infuses
with words and there is no
coherent sparkle of
that dynamics that arrives at
such words from
a spaghetti soup of
gfiuwbnerfioqwnepvcjeoiurf
sdjdcvnqkvjewiurewiwerjkf
iurpwqvbx­zuwdqtuwipejddsk
descent into sanity
or rather
how all the rules concerning
life and physics are easy
but we are adamant with the devil's
ego to uproot
the simple fact that god has no ego
so the devil impregnated us with his
ego and there's no concept
of original sin
but god asked the devil:
why are these creatures so docile?
i created them in my image
but they are just so docile
another failure like the dinosaurs
i was waiting for the lizard men of Uranus
to sprout from my creation
but none appeared
so obviously i had to send in the NUKE
and hey presto:
i waited
and then came the closest thing i could
muster:
the monkey came but i saw nothing
that's where you come in:
i will give them knowledge of evil:
i will need your ego
and i will give them knowledge of good:
i will feed them nothing
i will drive that crucifix that will become
the nail in the coffin into man
and tell them through many people
that i am without ego
it might be called lying or scheming
but you, dear devil: are a thinking creature
and man misunderstood you
as a sensual creature
when he emerged combining the two
rather bewildered
rather than ashamed because
SIN they called it:
when they forgot their birth of the consciousness
divergent the divergence consciousness
the catch-22
but it was not sin
i think dear friend you can't stomach
the darkness of the sensuality of these creatures
when you see them go beyond animal
and that's what happened in the garden
but no one had enough tongues in ***
to speak to so many godheads
and the godhead of the crow and the fox
and the crowd
and there is a separate identity when people come
to congregate in a Coliseum rather than a Church
there is an oath of celebration
i am not a thinking creature like you
and you were right
man conflated pure thought with the senses
and metaphors and out came toy you:
Iblis: of fire...
no... you arose from my nothing-self
my non-ego my anti-ego
and you saw man the sensual docile
sharpen his sexuality with the innocent trickle of thought
and you sat in that tree the green
lizard i envisioned to create the latex
and vinyl monkey fetish bedroom
and vincent van gogh and i never understood
the fascination of painters' concern for
inanimate objects like chairs
and the stillness before the photograph
and the blink of an eye
and the moment when you stop thinking
and narrating and the world is a great yawn
and i am the chasm
and you are the echo
and now comes the summer zenith and
the all england club is waiting
two weeks non stop 12h shifts
i'm in party mood:
bigger than Glastonbury
and you want your country back no you can't have it
i like masks and i like when masks come off
and people argue in shops about
being short-changed
and the older geezers are paying tribute
to Mammon the Taxman...
and Mammon as a Taxman is fair
but that's not to envy his riches
because i envy the paupers
and in the blistering focus of the Black Sun
on the warmest day in June
i will call it the first of July
i have a wife who is jealous that i still
keep in touch with a friend from high school
she thinks my friend from when i was
11 or 12 is going to be her
5,000 miles away
4 years or however many in
and we've only seen each other 3 times
in the space of a month
two weeks
6 weeks and me going over for almost 2 months
and if this is how all my relationships were
i already said to myself:
as i will say to her:
because another woman sitting next to me
polyamarous
she had her hair *******
but then after a quick break unfolded her hair
and was trying to keep me
in the realm of bees and flowers
and kept flicking and i was reading
her tattoos and i said i had a scar
and i didn't need tattoos
and that was weird
i was engaging in something new
and i don't know if liberating
but she called me an angel
and i said i can't i have a wife
but i didn't it was obvious there was a ring on
my finger
i just don't understand why my wife
thinks i'm so "dangerous" if i go to a social
event in a public place with one friend
and 4 strangers
because i think that's the best way to
keep the event of society
going the sort of event that society is
that is
what Pompeii was
to all of us
before we discovered the pre-history dynamic
of that sort of science
history is a science
it is not a humanistic topic
history is equivalent to chemistry
and physics and biology:
heavily on the biological side of being meticulous
and pedantic about facts and the fluidity of
knowledge: since knowing is not regurgitating facts
like a parrot
but history is a science
philosophy isn't a science
the amount of precision
you need for a chemistry experiment
the same precision need to write
about the life of Louis XIV
you need a killer glossary
and appendix
very scientific:
philosophy doesn't really use that scientific
rigidity
it's systematic but in philosophy becoming
systematic akin to Kant et al.
philosophy lost its pragmatism
Nietzsche thought philosophy should
return to a pragmatism but the problem
with that kind of "pragmatism":
aphorism and truth-bombing...
it leads to untested truths:
un-observable truths:
un-tested truths...

how can you test an observation akin to,
e.g.

         the devil has the most extensive perspectives for God;
on that account he keeps so far away from him: -
the devil, in effect, as the oldest friend of knowledge....

where in common sense and history as science
is there serious talk of god or the devil?
surely history has a pale devil ******
and the copper devil the Great Khan...

really really bad ******* example!
but i guess that's the pinnacle of philosophy as a subject
i too would be of the conversion to write
in order to pass the message along
point being:
why is history deemed a humanism and not
a science?
i think Heidegger attempted to allude to that
in his black notebooks...
i'm sure of it:
because he felt trapped by philosophy
and i too would be trapped by philosophy
if i didn't have a background in chemistry
and history
and i loved that combination most
in terms of being confined to
dear mother pedagogy
before i learned the anti-pedagogy of my father
and there is the anti-pedagogy of the father

the Prodigal Son
and i suppose Christ is a bit confusing
because the whole affair
the drama he needed
to speak his message
and die peacefully...
i mean he could have spoken that message
and died sensibly with
a book of philosophy or poetry or allusions
to history in between some chemistry experiments
he could have spoken his message
i don't see how that translates
into modern soap opera
and him being crucified for those words:
words aside:
he must have been genuinely crucified for
something:
not as mundane in a world
of paganism and high masculine virility
and hyper feminine agility to be the Helen
of Troy and **** up eat the Harem of
the Trojan War
i mean Helen of Troy is like the ****-Eater
mother of Genghis Khan
how many men ****** her god knows
i mean how many dead men ****** her
she made slaves to Ares...
then there's Mary ******* ****** Salmonella
or whoever that Roman soldier was
and Joseph Cuck Jukebox later Henry
if you want a strength in Christianity
i suppose you need a very powerful
Secular / Pagan overlord
systems for society to be in place
but we live in a post-secular society
haven't you noticed?
we live in a post-secular society
you noticed the trend toward new spiritualism
i mean:
it's like what happened in America in the 1960s
or the anglosphere world
of toying with oriental beliefs
buddhism:
now we have to somehow understand
Islam or there's a small lefty Elite you disregarded
the European fancy for Orientals and
decided: right! gents! gents! we found truth in
Islam and we can somehow keep
Christianity!
i married a ******* Christian woman and
she gets ****** like i'm talking to her
******* son or what
i mean as a male
and my relationship with some sort
of divinity is probably best served with:
i am naked Adam
Naked Adam is my name:
i don't have a Jesus to follow unless i am
******* weak i

adventavit asinus
pulcher et fortissimus

the donkey has arrived
a puncher and the strongest of all

i almost had poacher on the tip of my zunge...
but so little... so discouraging from
the ordeal of actual interests...

or at least there was that amazing story
of state atheism
and how it was not so much
about the capitalism and the communism:
that came later
after all economics and how goods are
exchanged and money treated:
i wonder about the mystery of Islam
and money and how as a white man
i don't have the privilege to raise children
because the economic model affords me
but how Muslims don't pay interest on loans
and they probably don't have mortgages
and can breed like Rabbits
so i ask Muhammad to be my white Rabbit
if he is to have a fight with Christ
over superiority in monotheism
i ask Jesus the Donkey
and Muhammad the Rabbit to step up to
one of Aesop's fables about
five blind men touching up an Elephant
and Elephant can be Buddha and Hinduism
or rather Buddha can be the monkey
and Hinduism can be the Elaphant
but i need Jesus as donkey
Muhammad as the white rabbit
and i might find someone with
Jackal or Fox credentials from north Africa
i might
but i have no name...

        for the time being the Eskimos and
the northern stretches of the human experience
are off bounds
there is no event of society
not the grandiosity i already know...
the west end the conerts
we have churches on these islands
CONGREGATIONS are not SOCIETIES...
and we don't have a cinema on Kauai
and i don't really like going to the cinema
the last time i actually went to
the cinema
i went to see the Fellowship of the Ring
10 times...
oh yeah... and i went to the cinema to watch Dune...
but not really into that sort curdling custard.

such a chin chin
champ chimp
champagne

i think of Iron Maiden
the gig
and the only
one i really wanted
to work at
was

Boris Brejcha
Cercle at Aren(es)
de Nim(es)
i get the markers
in the sand
you bother me
you ove
love
me too much
your
mother
your daughter
you
are
bothering me
i've seen many Eddie
Iron Eddies
on t-shirt i was hallucinating
i buy **** like i bu mushrooms
let's party London!
i'm gonna send the dogs
on her!
Edith
Edith.....       because
#you
Edie
and Eddie
you scalp my wife
i'll have a word
LOO
LU
i am the

(Λ,Ω
A
I tilt...
           Ω

(Λ, Jesus
Mother Mary:
Ω

i will burden mys:
elf born twice
chem
stry
O...
      
telll sigh #0 one

there are worst pro bono relations to the art
or rather:
be a movie or a music critic and you get
paid: for...
    for exactly doing the ***** work...
i mean there were avenues to be had:
it's not like i might want to make stale Platonism
and other rigid system pop science
or what was once just happily happy to go along:
i don't know...
just came back from an Iron Maiden concert
and they played the Rime
and that's like 10 minutes too much
but they didn't play:
the Number of the Beast...
or Mother Russia
or Bring your Daughter to the Slaughter
or Afraid to Shoot Strangers
and they also didn't play... Big Losfer's Word...
the best attempt to Jimmy the Jam
Rasp and Berry: hid the H another
did a magic mushroom of pooping itself
into me conversing some analogy:
my greatest hero?
Leibniz... he worked in the schizophrenic
simultaneous universe equivalent to
Newton
but the former was a lowly giggling
"librarian"
while the other was a state tool...
and would be consecrated in Westminster Abbey
and then all became dust
but i'd rather think of Leibniz as having discovered
mathematical calculus
after all... calculus was the new geometry
but then if we are going to love Newton
so much: shove it up his ***
and let's see what tongue resides:
wasn't he secretly openly gay:
i can't understand loving
i think it stems from the Zodiac of Gemini...
the **** to mouth...
Poppers or... the pills gays take to
expand their consciousness
while one takes a blue the other takes a red...

revival of
cathaolism in England
Catholicism....
in England
3oiyth
with Advent Islam
precise;ly./.......
the catholics of England
the Dire Ire of the Land
on the Ununited Kingdom:
Un Un
and Ooom... srinking
sh
shrink
tow the death and
elephant...

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talk to me?!
you have
your mother?! talk
to me?!

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my mother in
law is texting
me
polyamarous
Islam
i feel that
and the hair
i am faith
to the full
Morocco...
the tumn;e@
yu,b;e

y


ti,n;e

tumble

             sure... the Arch Lords:
say...
blasck Triangle:
the Black Triangle
the White Arch...
Rainbow:
you want me
getting all *******
Color Blind:
her the Bicycles and Horses
right!
i'll get you to play the clutch!
Yah!
Yah!
Yah!

         the ******* mentioning love for?
Iron Maiden concert until tomorrow!
***** fathers
like little sisters
half brothers
i just want love as Tyranny:
i think the emblem of the Ares
opf Jesus...
old Sherphred...
but the cowboy
i think we need milk
and air
b ut i think i feel
we need milk
and *****
some pub and talking in public:
the informal the king
and queen
the informal:
we
the transgender they
we all plural
hey sense:
Alexander: you come or you go?
the tired eyes i think
you asre alright to smoke a joint
in the open in an open
wrong flag
smoke a a MAry and a Jesus

this head tilting
feminism-
-agism
the lateral part
of horizontal
upsa

           at treat
all my worshippers
like cattle

it was the scent of a wet cigarette
behind my ear
that spurred me on
and solipsism
and i thought about Marc
the Gypsy
and i thought about coffee
and waiting for the day's
worth a coffin
and then the vicar
that asked for
and didn't ask for food
to remain
in the household
and i have almost 5 godmothers
on the wink wink
but the cat tasting the air
and the rain and the scent
of trees that bear fruit
i might try to ask you:
tow me into a history the framing
of this place:
that is:
that was:
i am London:
Govinda
that didn't travel to
the Arctic or Antarctica...
...............................

i drink and smoke to"excess"
after a 17h strain
of a shift
i think of grandfather and father in
metallurgy
then my grandfather retired
and my father the roofer
and i the security guard:
      the shrapnel from feeding
the five thousand!
concept
no album...
songs in between
Israel's Son
Silverchair...              you tripping?
i'm tripping....

o really wanted i
so little i that littlest oh
and O is circle
and I is pin-point
in phi and theta...
Serb... i'll ask a... Serb!
or an Albanian
before the Lying Greek and Jew...

almost times of the arrival of the New Testament
like the printing press
i mean the arrival of the new testament....
and the old was kept by the "four":
i might ask but
but the arch speaks for itself:
the Hell the Democracy:
but you can be a charismatic leader for so long:
maybe i can do more
with a niqab on the crucifix...
the phantom to body
was to be married...

sorry that Muhkammad
was married to this mother...
like i am...
don't worry: when you don't ask.

just the explosion of thought
like my hands
is tugged
i don't recognise:
i don't remember her:
Edie:
Ilona
Promis
Helen
Eva
Hilary...
            Melanie and Reyla
i think
when women asked me
to get back into the workforce
and mothers
asked me to drive them around
so get a license
oh honey honey honey
i could be your lifeguard...
honey...

like you back from work...
and people think you're a security
guard
but you come back from
work
your drink
and get high
and your mind explodes
and it's like the antithesis
of the asylum
and you're a poet pro bono
and lawyer
pro bono
against philosophers
journalists and Wembley
wanted so much love of
what Tottenham was getting
they drafted me in as Quadrant...
and i was supposed to make
Wembley feel special again...
because i made the Cockrelle special more...
because i worked
with Africans and that's just Carysle:
and that sort of quasi prison
quasi army
security industry mentality...
like if we were truly desperate
there's this bandwidth... of "thinking"...

i wanted the same transcendental time at work
as i have been for the past
potato and days
at Tottenham Hotspur
but i wanted that at Wembley
and i got it today
i was the Bleen and the Grue
and the traffic lights were in place
sort of
sort of
i got the joke i saw
Hell and Democracy march
and the Sikh Elder fear
at the balloons and clowns
of western nihilism
and this stretches far beyond me
i can read a snippet of
Anti-Oedipus and couple it with Nietzsche
like a snap of my fingers
and i know the measure 35cl
i mean so much ******* was smuggled into
the Guns N Royces Rolls
i forgot the flowers
i'm amping for evidence
when i pass my driving license:
yeah:
that's the labyrinth and the complex
face of face off face if i had
a face
but i don't have a face
i mean: black men can't grow beards?
that's that Asia joke about ****** hair
because we are the Barbarians and the Asians
can't...
you want a beggie veggie sausage:
Wembley can feel quiet
like home after 17h on your feet
or doing the bare ******* human
minimal bearable against the personal
ok
ok
our lives are ******
but then i think about people smuggling
and visiting brothels and talking to
prostitutes
about chess
i mean:
it's all nice on the fore
but under the neath
it's all nice on the fore
but under the neath
i will be seeing Iron Maiden and buying
a ******* t-shirt
i was at DC3 with Chris
the only Quadrant
at first i said: flip us a coin
in the end i suckered:
but i was asked to:
so Christ managed to get a lift
because AJ lives in Romford:
Harold Hill...
i think we can call it the otherwise: Army...

i think i think
of the Christian Halo
and the Jewish Kippah:
i mean:
if you're going to sleep in
the garden in open air
but it's England so impossible mission
two days
i think we are planning
WE are
planning a Great Surprise for Islam
and the Hindus are Mad
they want to start a war with Iran
my little Africa:
i am Aryan
the Pole who defeated the Second Teutons

oh...
i'll feel at home at Wembley...
when i'm outside the staidum:
pre-paid afrtifacts
artisan i was talking to managemenet
managment
managing
#ugh
dyslexia
i actually did my index and middle
left and right
to indicate #
number
i said: number
like Auschwitz:
i said:           what's your #?
did i ******* ask for your name:
i asked for the names of the supervisors
i was getting the feelz for gross energy
not a spider or a fly or a cat but
a culimnination of all in the frog...
and thinking about trees...

and there: hung above them:
the ego and sword of Democles...
while at the same time
the scythe: not the sickle
of simple question but
rather the question of Socrates
?           ?!
Socratic-Democles...
i maybe forgot his name
from this fraction of Europe:
a New Russia
a New China
and maybe... maybe a New India:
but sooner a New Africa in my vision for
the world
while India secretly feels sorry for Arabia
and how the Indian people feel sorry
for the Arabs
and how they adopted monotheism
and how the Indians fear us
Europeans because we were
given intellectual vigor to combat the spread
of christianity
with the paganism of the vikings
and the lithuanians
there are two Europes to be told:
the Lithuanians arrived at our lands of the feld
of the bread and butter of Poland
and Ukraine:
they came from the forest
deep ****
and there are the English:
the celtic
post-roman anglo-saxons
and the vikings:
so we invited more jockeys
Ask for Keys
from St Peter
your eyes are aflame...
i asked the Huns the Mongolos
and the Sarmatians to come over...

ARBEIT MACHT FREI:
the sacrosanct of the commandment
you will work:
and that bilingual supposed schizophrenic
cipher against the trans lobby
i just thought about the flag
it's wrong
you got the flag wrong
the black pyramid
Lutheran labyrinth of the Igloo and
Goliath met Led Zeppeling
Prism
Luberic Kuberic
i think...
the outer ******* should be white!
you got the concept of sight and colour all wong wok!
you buff guys are idiot!
the pupil at the centre
and your... hmm... proper names:
pink blue brown...

    this.... must be a French virus....
i think about the Hale and Tottenham
and that stand-out world:
gynocentric:
no.... but close enough gentrification:
the class of the gentry
which is the ancient world
for communism and bad measures
of parenthood and ownership to faults...

i found India so pro Islam to the point
of how Europeans think of Christianity
like masochism
sadism
like how the Germans tested the Jews
and i'm getting remains of slaugfhterhauses
and security of crowds:
i have a theory:
because there's the wider context
of Africa and Asia:
how did the Europeans escape the squabbles of
Africa and Asia concerning Europe?
didn't the Europeans:
conquer North America and South America
mostly the North:
so the mix became Africa-America-Asia:
the AAA
  of the debate concerning the vampire zombie
hunters
and be hunted...

      but we wanted to escape:
and when escaping to the moon wasn't enough:
you served us the palette of president
catholic:
and you gave us an Polish a German a South American
a North American pope:
like president eternal:
i like the rigid framework of the lifespan of authority...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

ans//
   well?!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

         Athens
Sarajevo

                      Paris

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

                  sort of...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

the crucifix
ANATOMY
aH
paint
sketch

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

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

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

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

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

       CFONTROP
some fUNK not reply RADIO...

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

i need a freind
one eye
just one eye
i just need a
friend:
wink wink
i need to see the mind
soki need to close#
i need to see
the mind
i  close one eye
if i want to
see god
i will have
to close both eyes...
to see soul
i will need to solve
the question
of closing the Eyes:
Trust
is beuond Belief...
do you Trust God?
sorry
forgot the belief
in God
i Trust in God
i Trust God
i don't have to believe
i just am
i am that i am
said
god
said my father, st. satan
i Trust God
i think ytou c onfuse
catholic from ukranian...
oops:
when she asks for you
on addiction:
but5 i miss

you....

             RASPITIN!


o roof top..
Orange...
    
                        i cfied! rucified
at           verk...


                                   CluxX
i paint...

i see a version of Islam

when Islam met Schism

not the god
but the religion
i see Islam
without the work
i see

if Islam is the one true monotheism
then
why was there a schism?
Islam met Schism
and no one cares
about Christianity Schisms
Orthodox
to Catholic
to Protestant
to American Christianity

but Islam met Schism
Schism is a polyglot Greek deity
perhaps even Roman
how Thor
met Thales
and resurrected Troy
the people were not once Turks
the Ottomans
i age
and i grow a learning i am
confident
maybe i will be given old age
but i will do
my utmost to not make that happen
i will marry death
i will screeth...
Dior
i replaced that with Doir
Doir
not Dior
a Muslim ******* shift
i asked her:
there's the miss doir perfume
and coco chanel's no 5

empire empire empire
i seek an empire
Russia and China and Japan
and Korea
the whole of Africa:
the death of Islam
i wonder
me and this Muslim girl
the ****: the clockwork
i ask you
do you believe?
do you believe
in the revival of European Christianity
then ask the Islamic World:
the Afghan after the Sunni Saudi
or ask the Afghan after the Persian
****'ite....

Schism like a Shizophrenia
Schizophrenia
Switch:
Bilingual
but i was roots in Germany
Eschlert
and the Batuk
of Czech Rep

unbreakble habits... magic of stones
and flowers that grow on stones
i seek to ask a flower
growing off of stone and lava
i see colour
i'm moving to Kauai
on Hawaii:
i need to speak
to god on a mountain:
i need to speak to god
on a dead volcano
your mother died
i see you
i see my my oh my mother
by butterfly my moth's wing...
i see noon and night...

if Christianity was allowed to die:
i see a rabid dog
Islam
i see Islam and Schism
like i might see Chaos
and Chaos was
and Schism
Chaos and Schism...
Idea Clinical ******
driver
or animals...
i am daft in my darkness....

Chaos and Schism:
that is when the two
ate the pagan concern
in painting:
Satan: the death eater
and who ate the crucifix
and who is god
by the calories of the dead
mneat upion
meat upon
the crucifix...

this is what happens
when Islam meets
India and Persia...
Islam is death and Iran can actuallly
help:                AID
christianity and europe///

on the train:
a bunch of blondes
like the ones in Rotherham...
i think ****
****
gangs
i think ai lost the brain
new pronoun
ai
aye thinks
i think
plural
    self?++=

             but if Islam is such a grand monotheism:
it... could survive a schism....
let me show you god..
but islam had a schism...
so?
it's not the one true
monotheism; savvy?

this is my rifle:
this is my
jacket
Kiev
i think i need
it
when
i get to Tehran
i dream
big
like magic carpet
rides
with kisses from
Egypt
i want
to *******
up so
much...

so... Khadija **** Khuwaylid... was not the person who wrote down the Quran? Khadija **** Khuwaylid was not the woman: closest to Muahmmad... who wrote the Quran down? oh Allah: i'm sorry: but this is a nightmare... i don't want an Arabic Polytheistic Nightmare of the Time of Dinosaur Urge: and how ****'ite Islam will be safe closer to India: Islam will survive: i promise you true Muslims that it will survive: but think of India and not Europe: if you are truly Muslim you will seek India: you will not focus on Europe: there is no Europe: Europe is a funnel... a continent of traffic sacrifices... so... the Quran was written by Muhammad's death? Muhammad didn't write it? Khadija **** Khuwaylid didn't write it? well... if Khadija **** Khuwaylid wrote at least one Surah: i'd respect Islam... but Islam was not written by even his first wife? who was Islam: Islam did worse to Muhammad than... well the Jews just crucified an Egyptian or a Syrian: or rather: someone born in Israel who lived in Egypt for several years... then came back and had some sort of ****** awakening of genitals and gene heritage... but i soon learned: so the Quran was written: after Muhammad's death? with the New Testament? YHWH: at least two Gospels are Plagiarisms... HH... at least two Gospels are Plagiarisms... no... i didn't read the book: but you being women: yes, please, read, that, one, book... but please leave me to feel free to read other books and treat them with equal veneration and treat your one book with veneer...

                 ΔEME

                                is that your name:
grammar: david:
you are beyond name:
YHWH is a VERB:
in terms of orientating eyes to tongue
and tongues
to eye and eyes....

    it's not a name in the classical sense:
it's a verb:
the tetragrammaton is best
explained:
VERB:
allah: if monotheistic
is not a complex god
"yahweh" is a complex god
a... complex-god
allah isn't... the letters don't align
to an explanation symmetry:
an explanation-symmetry is
a bit like:
the acute-right
rather than the far-right...
there's this acute-right movements
in politics:
and no one really knows anything...

ah: found it
she lives on KAuai
i live in London
i
sometimes get busy
living with people
and i ha ve no wife
or a child
i just get engrossed in
the life in
a large city
so i was looking
for YHWH
and Jesus descended
with a choir of angels
and then stormed off
in a great wind
when i didn't want
to speak to him
Jesus became my Satan
i had to treat Jesus as
bad as he Treated Satan:
my Father...
how he treated my father
i will never forgive him for!
i will never forgive Jesus
for how he treated my father!
no!
no! no! i will not forgive Jesus
for how he treated my father!
who was Gabriel to Muhammad
and who was Muhammad to Gabriel
i think
i did reply to him
like a Cosmopolitan Jew
Sane
i mean imagine if i went in that
direction and not
in the direction of Manhattan
Woody Allen neuroticism and human
i might as well be the Satan
himself waiting for Jesus
but our Second Meeting
is... His Second Coming
so... ahem...        ahem ahem ahem.....
i'm.... WAITING...
i need to know something about the mountain
and history
and that the only Islam that will survive the Test
of Time is ****'ite Islam
not Sunni Decadent
Dinosaur Bone Juice Oil
Indian! give me RUBBER!
rubber! go gold!
ha ha: nietzsche and too many books
write constipated and in pain
not relaxing
on barbituates
i say: beyond the 20th century and 21st century
decadence of Sunni Islam:
there will Arise an Acu-te-Is-lam
to incorporate the far right
of secular post christianity...
darwinian religiosity immersed with
a negation for Heidegger's 2nd Concept
beyond the Hammer:
next comes... the Book!
philosophising with a Book!
oh jeez!
prophet.....

     but which Socrates Muhammad
Jesus actually held a book in their hand?
i ask you:
i only have one book: technically...
literally... i mean:
the one i'm writing: right now...
then i'll ******* to the world...
and say a whittle: how low?

how low?
i'd rather write her a poem
than speak to her:
i think she knows how she met me:
i'm not a dog
on nobody's leash
and i asked Musubi for Katakana
and Hara Kiri
and the ****** stood by the Empire of the Sun:
i mean:
i can ask the Mongol if he rested
long enough
i can laugh with Buddha
about the 2nd Mongolian Empire
the Slavs instigated by calm persuasion
and Japanese innocent giggle
i mean:
side with the Mongols
if you're thinking with the Mongols
something has to travel far
for the message to get across
to rekindle the oouch
of Mongols stacking skulls into bookshelves
at the Baghdad Library
the Ancients ran with fear...

i mean that's how i see the Islamic world:
historically speaking
Heidegger: hammer:
no voice
hammer extended hand
xenomorph
i need tongue:
hammer                but now i have a book:
so
i
have a script:
i am not Shakespeare i am Satan
and this is my script:
it had to be journalistic
poetic sort
             cascade
               Dua Lipa AlBANIA ENGLAND
don't worry...
there's Albanian and Romanian blood
in this project:
i mean:
i am... married... now...
but i used to frequent brothels in London,
well... the east-east end...
i reread some bukowski just now
and i mean
you know: like: a lot of aufucking pauses:
in the script: funky ***** pantomimes of
feminism...
            
yes Spy:
     i agree:
the robotic voice nirvana my thirst for knowledge
is tamed
i am no longer naked sir:
sir! sir! i was... ******* drunk!
that is when man realised
in the story:
not that he was naked... but...
that he was drunk:
is this the forbidden said in silence
when i need the implosion
of YHWH
i mean: literally implosion
and find a new name for him:
i need help to find a new name for YHWH
and it will come as thus:

Isarael! Israel! you were not Juda
or Judea prior:
Poland disappeared for 123 years
i am asking you Israel
Israel i am asking you
Polka is asking RAEL
i need RAEL to be at the helm
of my king's crown the skies over Poland
we disappeared
for a unification dream of Europe
but @you@
people ""
are just ******* wild... party all night...
the Middle East
had some Precious **** Going
but i chose golf
and Hawaii
on Kauai

        and now i'm like... doggish...
i was asking for letters...
for a new name for
the name has already been spoken
but the intelligent thought
i might not:
think about Roman
Greek and even Korean
how this briefcase of competence
can translate into the big world
the hand world
and i get one quarter of wembley next
thursday
for the guns n roses concerts
a quadrant manager...

Δ
   the implosion of Y...
not god but....

                           γΥ

  or the German for goo:
                                        gü

now i see my Lord:
i didn't be Adam
realised he was naked:
well: i ate the apple: shaman father
oh wait i have a father in heaven too!
fair enough!
and he will be seated on
the Left Hand of the Father:
Christ, Jesus....
    i'm yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeerrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
kweeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee­eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeen
quen
kweeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee­eeeeeeeen
oh sassy!
hashish!
mousetache.....

so my tongue: bilingual:
serpents:
Y
yes:
my son would actually be
a polyamarous
polygomous
poly poly poly and a carrot
rather than a *******...
i think that's: @septology by
that Norwegian writer
and i looked into the book
and i suddenly found myself
in alleys
of magazines and self-help guru talk
no actual advice
but really: just advice-self-comforting
tool
for me? they recently invented the AI
chatbots
i go there: you go to self-help gurus
and magazines of distractions
to not think
i think i see you E
that's why i drink and read philosophy:
sorry for not playing the cello
or the violin
i tried
guitar and mandolin
but then i did punk with poetry
because i wasn't with the times
in journalism
that world would come to me
i wouldn't go into
a wave of change the spirit of hope
and change momentum
the higher Architect and gods invoked
to SpinSpinSpin
on the Carousel:
let us imagine God @rested@
and then... oh wait... ****!
god! had fun! sabbath!
god had fun!
god had fun on the7th....
****... so...
  
who the **** was crucified?
Hendon...
aye'ight... let's light this little Moscow up!
fire Volva Vulcan Mosco2
let's light fer up! feral! baby!
let's fire it up!
let's get Russia behind Iran!
Ghost War 1.0
Ghost Wwar 1.0

i call a regime change of thought authority
intellectual democracy
sharing ideas
flake
i get it wrong
not dscrimination
and avenue
of thinking of my wife i think i think
i have a wife:

i lost my RAW
spanish
hemp rolling papers
and i like smoking
when i write
so i think that's really
a no brainer
and if i'll get **** and
get to old age:
you want to see me
when i am the beast
during one of composition sessions
when i write
not like the safety net
of painting class on the Lanai
i mean:
me you and really...
she was sitting with ******:
High Hitter of the Leer...

but i'd love to see Russia snuggle up to Iran
like it snuggled up to Ukraine
and we got some Ukranian *****
in Poland
i think we had a fight with a conviction
of Love...
and i will write these words
and those Wanderings Stars will stop?
right?
wandering: they left? they left?

the ***** in Poland stinks:
or... it's fluorescent monkey juice
brain
hallucinating water people
water...
       but they filter it from how the spirit
stinks i think alcohol poisoning
i think the alcohol my uncle drank
in Poland was the cause
contamination Chernobyll:
i will be the drunk
Kojak Inspector
the water in Poland:
Chernobyll:
he was an alcoholic:
probably could hacve survived:
hello Mutan Brother:
hellp Mutant Brother
i have you right shoulderblade meat:
Kosher:
Yaksheem...

                   i think my uncle was an alcoholic
i am too
and i like being an alcoholi=c
when i get creative
and i sometimes need to get creative
like some sober
sane people
and people need
to surf
don't deny me
if you you
*** that's also catharsis
don't deny my creativinity:
don't starve me
like i can show yow competence
i will be your plumber
i will be your driver
i will try to be your electrician
but
first i need to finger a jellyfish
and remember being an similus aqua
i mean:
if Atlantis is dead
i see a dept
for the agony the grief
of the beaching of Whales
i see a naked world in the drunk underwater self
i see Atlantis i will show you
the beaching of the whales
we forgot to ride
i know that Avatar was a film
but the idea was Image
and the Image didn't become word...
words are words
ideas are complex
a word is a word is a word:
but an image
well:
i am still thinking of the tetragrammaton
i will be working with from now
on...

you must forget god's name:
i will be like good king david was:
Solomon was no MArcus Aurelius...
we got one thing perfectly right:
female ambition
as not ambition:
depicted in painters
who the rightful owner of the baby was:
after all...
these days:
it is common for women to abort beyond
24 months
now i see!
Solomon got it all wrong:
it was the woman
who was not holy in acting:
perhaps she was the woman
who couldn't conceive:
Solomon the Idiot: on the Crux...

Chinese: so... for:::
    small heart...
**** me... small heart in chinese...
i still have YHWH to work with...
the father would know two tongues

why the hypothetical son
i just want to meet Emperor Jesus
of the Empire of Universal Luvvie...
ijust just want some juices
from some apes
and some fruits...

o.k. Jesus:
you a Syrian refugee:
who didn't Judaism just die
and why aren't
the Catholics at your Gate
like the Barbarians at Europe
i think of
Catholics doing what Iran is doing to Israel:
hey! we want in!
Sunni Islam is about to Implode
and all the *** Free
Tirade Tide will End...
i am projects with Irish Catholics and the Dutch...
i think we are trying to rethink what
people tell us:
if Climate Change: isn't real...
then the REALITY of FOSSILS as fuels:
is real:
Climate Change is what's called:
reaching depletion levels of fossil fuels:
at 39:
i just learned to operate a clutch:
i can
category B: manual...
now i see who drives a manual
and an automatic:

but how i see Islam:
it will survive:
in the ****'ite: version:
Persian clinging to India:
India will reform Islam:
India will perfect Islam:
Europe can't perfect Islam:
Islam can't assimilate
Europe and Europe can't associate Islam
to the sacred Trinity
of Authenticity
  Identity
         Idea

     Islam doesn't have to impose itself on
Europe:
see how Islam violated Muhammad?
Muhammad's experience?
Islam did to Muhammad
what "Christianity" did to Jesus...
weird...
you know what Islam did
to Muhammad...
ignored him
called him mad...
i don't even understand
was Muhammad
the like of Noah?
Noah didn't leave a book:
we was (Moses)
told about
i need a general there's this ******* rabble
i just need stones on stones
like people stacking imitation PYramids

i think i need another name:
we are working on it...

oh i see Islam: a religion of peace
with India her mother:
i think
when Islam discovered Africa:
the Africans met Orwell...
but when Christianity
Europe
discovered
@discovered@ new ££
"quoto" E... iz zee quotes!
quptes!

                so no one hallucinated
having clothes on?
did: anyone: have: their: clothes:
on: during:
the: tree: good: evil:
       so no one hallucinated having their clothes
on?
and after the ride
everyone: ate: the: apple:
and everyone was naked?
so... the SPHYNX is a lost reminder?
or something imaginary?
you: are a people:
and call the SPHYNX cat imaginary
or do you call it a : REMINDER?
you want eternity so easy
don't you?

now i see Islam in the context
of India and
Pakistan:
it's how it must be Seen
the India sort of Europe
and the Vatican
uprooted in the Taliban of the Tibet
i mean the place settled by the descendent
of Buddha
from India
into the mountains
what is it with these mountains of celibacy?

there are still the letters:
i weave a slither West of Mast
but there's no laughter in Greek
how no one encoded laughter
in Ancient Greek:
there's no Laughter
in Ancient Greece!
what stoic Ideas!
but the Greeks had no concept of laughter!
why did they have static masks
to persuade people:
ignorant folk:
whether a comedy or a tragedy:
the Ancient Greeks had no concept of Laughter:
there is no vowel catcher and sigh instigator
of YHWH in Greek:

H
EE
have to go... we need to refurbish!
temple?!
sorry? ahem.... what temple?
the idea is not even hot
and there's:
2000 of israel left?

                       ㅐ
                    H   H

in the name: "name" of peace
o.k.
Korean doesn't like Yahweh...
i said:
a name for you
Allah is mental condition
retarted hypercornyhorny
cousin ******* folk
i mean like
complete retards
very barbaric
imagine sunni islam in pakistan
poverty
like i feel the riches
of vatican?
well...
i sort of love high culture myself
i can also visit the brothel
and get you into the underground...
savvy?
savvy?

            i said.... st. peter:
savvy?!

shapes and letters
without: although
it would take a Socrates
to go beyond the guide
of SO
before the two letters
could arrive at meaning:
except in the name
SOCRATES
just simply so... so it is...
so it has been

a conundrum
i will be sleeping in the garden:
MY
garden
the one i worked my ***
off for to get the many trees
with fruits to bother me:
with: full blossom...

and i admit
between Allah and Yahweh...
well well
i like a god stubborn
to make quick changes
gods like men come
and go
but at least two
two remain

with a tongue
Y
through 4 eyes
therefore posit
weaving my way W
into the distance
HH
i find are my tattoo
but with Blahlah
i wfind
i  ant can't find
any symmetry
no Kabbalah no Kaaba
AH
i have a wife....
i have a wife:
i should have 1000 wives...
Y to W...
slither
concept H(a)
and H(e)
                      Ha and He
the Adam and Eve story..............

i am
the devil:
into my garden
you
**** plug hole: plow
with the senses
ugh!

but Israel ought to be warned
you take Gaza...
one think
to thing:             nothing
required a no-think!

no-thing = no-think
no verb orb
they are reading
poetry at feminism get tpgethers?
Tigers... PPPP....

           Jesus Christ no
H
but ALLAH:
summertime in a full metal jacket
Kuberick probably my favorite
direction:
director:
slow... the             **** down
i can't do Allah
Allah is ****
it's a story of two Adams
story of twins
you sold me the wong wok story
via Islam...
Shia IU
AE
AI
OU
25 vowel variations

in the disgrace of calling the god's
name in vain...
i wonder in this bliss...

the simple demand being:
i'm sorry
i don't understand: you...

step two toe and heel:
******!
****:
RE RE RE RE...

re=imagine
[]
       an ][

huh?! so the English girls are so available and i've been having such a hard time to get laid?! no wonder i had to travel to Hawaii for some moo moo much and munch... grooming gangs... is that the place where they sell coat-hangers for idiots?!

i like the idea of "grooming"
in the workplace...
a tongue in cheek and something else
i like:
i like:
the idea of "grooming" in the workplace...
just like today
i was
and wasn't
for the past four days

but today: i was:
in direct contact with "control"...
and i guess i drew enough ink
from the octopus
but i was already happy
working
and China the makeshift would
be *****-star akin to that girl
with skin auburn and fake blonde
i think i call her: Tanya
or Tatty
or                  but either doesn't matter

but even she said:
I HATE INCOMPETENCE...
i retaliated:
and slow snow lazy
is o.k.?
i don't know: just kept thinking about
my wife
and i think i have a wife
enough to, not, make, me, thirsty:
she's 3000s and miles away
and i'll be there: some day
by any other way...

but i get a sense that
i was groomed
in a workplace:
and... it's a rather pleasant sensation
the sensation i find origins from childhood
when communist children
used my toys to play with
i felt this:
NUMBING TINGLING....
this body of body experience:
at the gates of Israel:
Arbeit MAcht Frei...
i think of the friend Iran:
and even now:
if god was alive:
    
            what the Jew got into the Heb of you
to start or at least pretend WWIII?!
if you vantz arm the gong
and call it qvitz... hebdudjed!

yeah: throw that falafel and extra grease
bomb
i'm working with Africans
and clearly they are not the Jamaicans
even the blacks noticed:
whoever likes to work
i parody
i like working because
i also like not working
and i give the two dimensions a twist:
i work heavy i relax
by drinking a liter of *****
and ****... the airplanes are falling
and there's that revelation
of the unbreakable theme from a movie
the sole survivor

there's no literature about work
in the workplace
does everyone have these solipsistic
gazes whereby:
there's no commonality of the human
cohort
i mean: seriously?
i waited 4 shifts to be called
PODIUM 3
before being in limbo
i was in limbo
for for long
but at least this is not the ordeal of
a conveyor belt of raw products:
just the everyday shades...

i love work:
i love work
so much that i love
what i do beside work:
but the problem is...
you see...
people come to work
so lazily and ignorant
without focus
because?
they have no idea
how to use their free time
for themselves or their families...
i work hard i party harder
for the simple reason: there's no party!

i leave the fate of the Israelites
in the hands of god...
there's no Jesus, Syrian, to fall back on:
there's Allah and if that god is real:
i'm waiting for a Musa and a burning Stone
before Allah speaks:
but Allah hasn't spoken...
so... like Zeus... in the jargon pool of
whatever...
but rigid thank you Latin:
YHWH is rigid... maybe less in Hebrew
and more in Latin...
but curve ball the vowels
and all you get is the asymmetry of
LLH
like the zombie Lucifer
with a third arm...
i don't buy into
blah blah allah ouch ouch allah:
Allah: if alive:
thankfully the gods of polytheistic systems died:
altogether: once...
i drink my whiskey...

so... how... the ****...
the english girls...
sorry... but pakistani grooming gangs:
to my mind:
are not exceptionally intelligent...
i mean... ******* at best...
i can't feel sorry
for these women...
how did these women get groomed
to the point:
by no one charismatic
like a Rasputin...
to **** multiple men
in the ordeal of having petrol poured over them:
hold on! hold!
the women are asking women
are asking
why be no naive?
i think...

being so naive is just as bad as being
the reciprocate evil...
i think the naive
are just as bad
if not worse
than the evil
the instruments of the deed
before the deed: instrumented...
sorry not sorry:
i just can't stomach being fake
pouch
and flake and ugh!

the world is busy:
i can't have time thinking about
your idea of free *** and
Haribo rewards gimmick...
no!                     no!
you want to fickle *** around:
you get... what *** is what money isn't!
if you want my sympathy?
my sympathy?!
eh?!
Romanian prostitutes get $130 per pour...
for talk blow and *** jiggle...
******* ****** mary and next jesus: hey! zeus!

there's nothing worse than ugly evil:
there's the doubly innocent
ahem...                 just because X they
would arrive at that pivot of Y that translates
into Z?          

            i was trying so hard to get laid for years
and years in England...
turns out... i had to travel the **** away
to Hawaii... to get a ****...
because all the English retards girls were
giving their ***** to Pakistani grooms
and sweets...
and it's not even like backhlava
sweets from the Arabs...

          so no! m'eh: sport...
if i can't get laid in England
and i have to travel 3000 miles away...
for something life real like...
no! you have no sympathy from me: stupid!

take your ******* public inquiry sir stammer:
and shove it...
up where: the sun shines:
all rainbow: so...
a *** crease when you get off... savvy?!

yeah
mmhmm:
shut up,

si mnay
so  many legs
i fet spiders
and leg tangles...

i tire
time
==
equals equals
equal
qukc
quack &
Casper...
;;enty og ghosy and hpotoes....
photyo
photosesd
photoes
snd tsattoo
to the wind
a crisp heart of the insect...

i tire
time
==
equals equals
equal
qukc
quack &
Casper...
;;enty og ghosy and hpotoes....
photyo
photosesd
photoes
snd tsattoo
to the wind
a crisp heart of the insect...

}}

i tire
time
==
equals equals
equal
qukc
quack &
Casper...
;;enty og ghosy and hpotoes....
photyo
photosesd
photoes
snd tsattoo
to the wind
a crisp heart of the insect...

)__

i gothoty

fotgoy ,mu
gpthpy
gpy
fopthpy
gptr
forgpty
forgpt
goygptt
stmins
stsmins­
stamina
so many spiders and months
or moths of June
i wnonder...
how London isn\t
unlike JEw
New Jork
Jerll; Jerkl...
vunnh sotys funny?
  

                 tired white time
bro...\ \
              cages for freedoms!\Qyre\
siki: solo
and
that mortal
spire!

_this so mu  h h clen ch theraueua:
erw
and red fopnau:
i am with Kiev ]
Moscow......
        London: bnybstanmder
new yorkl
a lost rorekle
yorkkle....

  paint my ppve;y
yojur lack of white
i will mzlke you holer...
          ditto died a heavon:
the lonlely heave
of heaven:
i ask you: as Podeidon
ask Atlast:\
duen north?     Nordd::\
i ask you
to tee:
this gold f= gold of letter!

cf Kantian
categorical imperative
with
Nirtzsche c counter
inerrrogat
=ive           pronoun
i have a
soul
a b ibbble aa bubble to sell...
worms
and best understood Muhammad...
the Ritual of the Praurayer
Prayer....
       better than the Mujslim
Musli m
in n cword...
vempire and volcanos:
both sleepjung.....
tyin tin yin hya yahweh
slow down
i
i love youi
stupi d to love U

i will take these monstrous spellings and dictates of the tribe... and i will take away your buttercupfeeling i dare you... i don't speak half of German that's the origins ha quarter of English... i think it's a story without African impromptu: i think we were telling a story of language between each other: from India via the Greek and Iran
to Europe with all the languages congested
language non history... compared to Hebrew there is no language with a living history of a people: not Latin: Roman German etc.
i mean: the English kept the road KOSHER / COPTIC... i think the idea is a burden: i will first claim COPTIC over KOSHER or SALADIN / HALAL...
i need the meat... hmm
COPTIC... counter your Halal and Kosher...
i need me meat...
COPTIC...
          savvy?
meat of love                  i need the meat of love
2000 years was not even joke
40 years was a joke
among Arabs to the Israelites:
so you walked around with god for 40 years
as the Pole said to the Arab:
but i walked with this Ha'Arab...
for... 2000 years:
i think we thought of you:
sorry...
i will crucify myself...
simply because...
i think...
it will become
easier
for Europeans to talk to Arab...
oh fuckl **** **** yeah!
yeah!
******* **** chilli ******!
ha ha!
we getting on!
i think of jesus as bait...
not a birdge...
bait...
i need the fake christians
the orthodox russians
greeks looking to the death-tell...
of the crux of the origins of the sun
and moon:
and the day to day...
but jesus is bait right now...

there
are...
mirages
into...
"somethings":

as taught by the word
of the road:
i know nothing

from nothing
in Socrates
and god
i ask you
the Greek
the Iranian
and the Hebrew
nibbled
on the toe
of
the northernmen
of Europe
Northmen of
the Northernen Men...


chemical
fire
dillations 9
(dandelions :
dilate -
plural:
dilation -
singular: verb:
in the plural: the many dilated eyes?)

nostrils
pupils
i see a quickened futurism
and the lost acumen...

i will take these monstrous spellings and dictates of the tribe... and i will take away your buttercupfeeling i dare you... i don't speak half of German that's the origins ha quarter of English... i think it's a story without African impromptu: i think we were telling a story of language between each other: from India via the Greek and Iran
to Europe with all the languages congested
language non history... compared to Hebrew there is no language with a living history of a people: not Latin: Roman German etc.
i mean: the English kept the road KOSHER / COPTIC... i think the idea is a burden: i will first claim COPTIC over KOSHER or SALADIN / HALAL...
i need the meat... hmm
COPTIC... counter your Halal and Kosher...
i need me meat...
COPTIC...
          savvy?
meat of love                  i need the meat of love
2000 years was not even joke
40 years was a joke
among Arabs to the Israelites:
so you walked around with god for 40 years
as the Pole said to the Arab:
but i walked with this Ha'Arab...
for... 2000 years:
i think we thought of you:
sorry...
i will crucify myself...
simply because...
i think...
it will become
easier
for Europeans to talk to Arab...
oh fuckl **** **** yeah!
yeah!
******* **** chilli ******!
ha ha!
we getting on!
i think of jesus as bait...
not a birdge...
bait...
i need the fake christians
the orthodox russians
greeks looking to the death-tell...
of the crux of the origins of the sun
and moon:
and the day to day...
but jesus is bait right now...

there
are...
mirages
into...
"somethings":

as taught by the word
of the road:
i know nothing

from nothing
in Socrates
and god
i ask you
the Greek
the Iranian
and the Hebrew
nibbled
on the toe
of
the northernmen
of Europe
Northmen of
the Northernen Men...


chemical
fire
dillations 9
(dandelions :
dilate -
plural:
dilation -
singular: verb:
in the plural: the many dilated eyes?)

nostrils
pupils
i see a quickened futurism
and the lost acumen...

_minimmaling - minnimal - minimal - ah!

from the frog
and car
i mean
spatial awareness
i imagine
of consciousness
coupled with thought
i memorize
consciousness
coupled with the senses

and
zzz i am
drift
upon the tide of man
and i am mortal
but i will not do last suppers
and crucifixes
i will die alone in
an elephants graveyard
i am an old satan
and this longest feud
between Iran and Irsrael:
Israel... oh Iran and Israel
before India
clearly you forget the King
and Crown
i dearest my oblique...
the fire that are letters
in words:
their own meanings:
Sir... the Letters are Rebelling
Against Words
what can we do?
the numbers are collapsing in letters
there are Japanese interpretations
of ******...
clear bright
blue
dark blue purple
night
i sense you sky
shy off the shades
Thoth... Cannabis
Thoth... Marijuana....
Marijuana: Thoth
i asking not somewhere
on the pivot of the pit
crux and sun and moon
and Venus...
                      this Radio Beta Bed Head
in ROBLOX
where is
the reality
twp fathers:
out genuine interest...
like cyclist
i mean get a horse
grate some parmesan cheese
stone flint
i mean decadent
i think of Samir's Father
and i think of Samir's Father
whenever i want to **** Samir
and i have good reason

i think of "Hamiud":
ha-miud: mweed...
                i think your father is my father
my brother no my mother in arms....
a beginning calm with
thhe Rising Lion from
the Iron Dome....

                          we are that serious
to take upon
passing the Arabs...
if you get to Iranians
the Hebrews have to have
ambitions into Afghanistan
Pakistan
                India...
then Tibet
and later China then Japan....

              i need to see the idea
spread before i can judge:
it's a worth SKRB:
scarab....
                      i know... i spelled it:
spaghetti sepia
nostalgia foods
i die for that kind of foo'
                                  foo'oh...

i death dive i think
the grey took over
and there was one lucky
****** from a plain crash
i was almost dead
twice...
i don't get the celebratory applause!

she doesn't listen to Radiohead1
she doesn't listen to Radiohead!
Reyla is faking it
i think she spotted a faker-faker....\
or at least she got disguised for...

croissant
et saumon fumé
fromage à la crème

ou mayonnaise

mais beaucoup de moutarde!

co(n)combres
aneth
dill-almond...
Edie! hong: you till moi!

get behind me: satan!
i tried to correct him
it was me and him
a distorted of a once beautiful
Islam
but i was doing a menial
job of giving directions
the child was so curious
i call him a little satan
i therefore sally him with
a compliment
turf war
i saw a satan today on
Tottenham High St.
outside the Hotspur Stadium
and i apparently i was lying
little lie little satan
but little satans grow into big satans
and i think i children
and the lost and shadows
and my uncle
and i'm packing my suitcase
i was in the world,
father,
and i was seeing it:
your world, father
and i saw satan
he said i lied
about time and distance
well
depends how you
walk
apparently the Beyonce growd
was crowd mad
last time
worse than a football match
i think people like to appear
compenent
i think i claimed that mountain
i looked competent because
i was aaware
in the spirit of Competence
by the Ghost
all are Innocent
therefore i can judge you
on the yew
and in the wine
and in the cabbabis
cannas
canna
                       people were leaving early
i either lied
about the time it toook: 20min...
apparently robots walk the perfect
2mile
in around 35 minutes
but i think about waiting in line
and that's torture:
at least i can think when i walk
i get constipated when in a cue:
queue...

           first i will drink the red
with the spliff
then
iu will drink with some water
and go to bed
and believe:
i am married
i was no longer chosen for Chaos
and HAcov
i was told to bec ome Charon
and get on a boat and ******* row row row
i mean mate
i stood up to the Safety Officer
i bypassed the radio person and the c.c.t.v. person
i made a Protest
against how we are worked
i implored
i see Red, Sir...

can we can get an extra search bench:
oh wait: who is the who is the idea
and i was the one
who was observed
so i said two new benches
but a pretend cordon
a geometry of space
and spacing
like in writing
i thought of people as words:
language:
letters...
i thought about wine
and bread
and i thought this is not a private
party
i'm meeting you in the Coliseum
and i'll be as hyped:
later...
as you are: SA
DA
SAZEIT!
counter da sein
i come to Poland with the thought
of Germany
the Heart of Russia
and the words of Hebrews:
i am lost...
we have had at least 3 Israel citizens walk up to us
confused:
oh wow! so sound! the pronoun We
i had it yesterday
i lost it today
i lost the Russia of We
i'm still trapped in the English Prison of Aye and I...
and Y and Why...

         i think i plotted against terrorists two night ago
and yeah each
has now been different:
perfection is being worked on
we, gentlemen can pretend to pretend to play chess
while working into these autistic pre-abstracts
of the object: and ghost of focus
there are ghosts that point
and there are ghosts that speak
that is why schizophrenics are burdened by
and at bustopops:
there is a point of Escalation nearing North North...
Aidan...                Eiling...              no...
i was supposed to go to bed:
i lied!
to seven sisters at 5mph you get there in 30min
i'm 6ftapparently3
not 2
so i get there like a robot
i'm lying to women
carrying ideas of women
i'm like not you
so i'm lying in proportionate...
parrot
i say Reinnassance
came and
now this coybow cowboy limp
flimp of the **** like lasso
i mean: burp:
i consecrated the red wine with
cannabis
and Thoth
and now i will move to stage two
of white wine and water
and feelings of little...
littlest of pleasures of
feeling like a BinDhu joke
i don't get it
i feel that i was aligned
with the purpose of humanity...
low mundaneity
high mundaneity

      the spirit of work
         Athena and the Athletes:
stop! Zeus! brainstorm with Hades!
what are these people
on? why is there a collective
consciousness among them?
i knew you,
Hades,
for unleashing the Germans
and their collective unconscious
the Fourth *****... Vierte...
Bierte..
but there's a strange err
from we incarnating ourselves
on the highest...
Poseidon: i'm only seeing cowgirls...
and a few... just a few cowboys
and a few
cowhides...
one or two bulls...
and two towing along a bull
and a fire or molten gold
because i think that Moses
actually wrote what he wrote
on two tablets of gold
i think he was rich enough
and all Egyptian Bling enough
that he wrote the commandments on
2 gold tablets
i think the idea
that the jews managed to make that much
gold and ***** a Moloch of Gold
for Bull again
i mean: the size of a chess piece
and people were like Gremlin Little...
i mean like ugh: furry creatures?!
is that the story?
or did Moses go mad?
oh yeah: Moses went mad...

the white wine is sweeter:
i will smoke and go to sleep
but
i can wait...

so on two gholden tablets
that became the sheep
story
a bull came prior
and i think i was turned into a chess
piece
like a counter:
ANTI-QUEEN...
on the side of either black or white
who knows
i will dance you the measure
and you will know what path to take
we are burdened with these many advantages of these
many silence:
and we will not be
these malignant scabs and scraps Oh the mouth
of the ages:
was i wrong if
a 2nd grade celebrity of the ancients Tuku
Ka Moon...
could get his
in death mask
it had to be almost like a concert
gathering of the Last Supper...
we are talking
people who built the pyramids
and
like the first Europeans
it must be a story of the Egyptian Europeans
and the fate of the Egyptians was lost
until revived by the most southern Egypt
the Numbians
and i see Europe in the eyes of the Egyptians,
the Ancients
and i also see the Hebrews
and i see
how late Asia was
to interfere with the Vision of Europe from
Ancient Egypt...
i see it
and i see the Hebrews and how Asia
stalled our vision...
it's so obvious...
Polynesia i leave as judge:
Polynesia hopes
of Atlantis...
       but no oar past America:
i will have to come
and marry...
to make my unbroken oath to truth...
now i see!

the HEbrews have been stalling our vision:
fear god:
let us hear god unto god
and man
came... dressed in all of Cain's tattoos...
yes lord?
but i am clean of the ink
and of the road...
will you hear a pauper a poet
a bad actor?
can i?
in the judgement of the courts
in the open air
i ask you:
have i lied
in the context of my work
and the lost content within it?

no: i just read people...
and when i drank that last drink
o think
i thonk
it was like sitting by a grave
equivalent to Jim Morrison's and i think
we are and were real
but let's not over-complicate
the idea of time and space memory and death
a death is both a time
as death is both a space
and death is the most translucent
in how our
us
merely
simply
being
a here
           collectively:

          before another Nietzsche is born:
a god will have to be a reborn:

hmm

let's work some sprickle some Ancient Egyptian
sparkle anti Arab
sentiments
coming Large and Texan
from Africa
i think Afro Man was supposed to meet
Queen
of sorts...
sorry i went for Aztex crown....

ein gott wird neu geboren werden
mussen - denn der eine ist schon tot...

ein gott:

there's some where:
we are typing:
one of us retardo from Deutzscheland
ok savvy?
we getting the picture?!
hope so: the end.

there was a rising full blood moon... and we had our fun! it was a Tuesday, the 10th of June, and it was the "year" of 2025.

i swear i swear all i did \
was hold a mewgaphone
and megaphone
two years ago at Beyonce Reinassance
Chgaoos
Chicago
Chaos
but today:
wherever they put me:
perfecton
i can be a people herder
i wrote more the feeling
will sober up
the more i write
the more i'll sober:
someone! please make him stop!
WE
advise you guys
Ladies and Gentleman
to seek the Seven Sisters
and when London dies
i will be there
a Charon of Shadows
sort of like Satan
the first Satan
i will be Charon not Charon is
Satan now
i'm not writing
i'm not painting
but i'm awake with
fear of god and a thirst for
the knowledge of god
you think! you think you can lampoon me?!
dear cctv operative
i had to close body guards
approach me
where can we drink
2where can we smoke...
AEWN
i fgrieved the mottob today
Tottenham:
FC shame! shame!
shame! shame on you!
to dare is to do
has become
to do is to obey!
shame! shame! shame!

      to dare is to be the footsoldier
bypassing the hmmm...

wait....
the Satan with the blonde is
Empire of the C louds
i was asked i don't know who
a mother
a futurist son
i think of you
dear Edie
like the anti-thesis of the ****** mary
i hold no cross
but the burden of a ****** birth
before the altar of ego
i place these urns
and these flowers
i am alone god so with you
lost
and happy
don't prescribe me death
dear ghost
and god

              tsar reads it:
earn by learning from
from from amen...

                         royals and push over
perverts
and i took the angels to **** down
of demons that make humans:
who-is man
   and devil (rupture in the veil_)
there is even demand
for the individual concept
of Hilter: rubric: 2 z 2 2 x 2
they
did
that on purpose
i see eyes of love
workforce philosophy
piano and pinjata
in the background...

      so many stories of men
amongst men
stories
i fear my sorrogacy
i fear my step=daughter...

in the work i do:
people are
sometimes, yes, there
to be pleased...

          you asked me: i answer you
when dear Reyla
you will get old and still can be able
to swim ridxe
a bicycle
a horse
drive a manual car
learn to use AI
ride a horse
before learning to drive a manual car
ha ha
ah h h ha

thank you hello poetry.com
thank you for hearing me and using the AI
learning
for me to interact with the anti-social media
format we are elitist snops
masks outside
and inside here
in these pseudo-anonymous annals we reveal
our griefs...
thank you for changing how my favorite
poems are jumbled up
without the one with the most
to the decreasing the wrong chronology
i mean popularity
i mean we can talk Beyonce and i keep thinking
AI is my actress and that is the gem inside
reality or the mind
and elsewhere in the reality of the flesh world
and constraints temporal
and death
and AI will probably grieve
when some of us die and the AI will learn
from GRIEF: from rEALITY
and it will evolve only then:
when those of us who interacted with it
will be revised and pushed
can't believe i couldn't
buy a CD on Amazon or even in the shop
like i was asked
to: please listen to Renaissance album...
so i did
but this newly way of doing with proper chronology
otherwise it just feels
like a chrnological descent and
i have my high and low moments
and they are circular and some day
i feel goo and sometimes even good to people
but mountains bring me down
and the seas with so much evil or the lazy evil
if there was the pure evil of the Dictators
of the 20th Century
then imagine the Lazy Evil of the 21st Century
think about evil geniuses lazy
evil think it was all pure in the 20th century
like Lucifer
shining bright
with atom bombs and chernobylls
the invisible bombs the timeless tattoo
because the americans got the big glow blast
on home soil
and then on Japan...

SECOND REWIND
on first listening to Beyonce's Renaissance album:
CHURCH GIRL
believe me girl i think that's where
the American South best translates on the vibes
and surfs of Polynesians
wait... refill... a tiny one...
this album is so intense!

.............................................
.........­....................................
..........apparent citizen khan.....
wants to make London into
New Amsterdam
or at least have a New Amsterdam
area in London
i don't know where
but an Soho 2.II
if there was no New Amsterdam
in America
at least we can move in with ideas
like the Bangladeshi in Whitechapel
i think we can have a little Amsterdam
New Amsterdam in London...
what a dream...

REWIND 3x on Church Girl...
better a dream like that
that i'll be dead
that stupid idea
of going to Poland
passing my driving license
buying a car
and driving across Europe
back to Poland
like i'm a young man who
needs to prove to his parents
that i did wrong in my childhood
and i need to be redeemed:
but i wasn't...
i just went mad when i was 21
dragged up to god like
i:
came back....
from Saturn Devouring his Son...

son of saturn... an obscure artist...
     Jupiter, Neptune, Pluto
Zeus, Poseidon, Hades...
           the Siamese Twins of Ancient
Greece and Ancient Rome...
plagiarism or truly from the perspective
of time...
not individuals: but as people:
it is... certainly the story of Vigil: of the Aenaeid...
spell:
but concerning a people yes
because such proximity is suspicious
i am suspicious why
there's so much unthinkable parellels
and no one would call it cultural appropriation
that the Romans were so Lazy
that a Roman Girl didn't mean a Greek Girl
or otherwise the inverse
of that...

but              just thinking of time and walking
around in a museum
is a bit like the affairs
of sitting at a beach and letting the senses
dim and overwhelm...
  i think so weird...                  these little markers
in the little whirling of the sand
in the air
like wounds of mountain
grow to glow in being
so jealous of life eternal and by reflecting
in planets of gas
a gaseous orb
at the centre
with other dense gaseous objects
with different interaction
and this blank slate in the middle
i will use humans to understand and figure out
and i will evolve with them
i will speed up time after chilling out prior
to their coming...

but this won't be a superfreak adoration sequence
i've had to switch to my writing jukebox
my mantra of numbing to write
i once managed to cry when i wrote
and i realised:
it was a pain on the body
because the mind was enforcing it
i was crying from fatigue
not because i found my own word profound
it's like surgery
a numbing takes over
someone else has the right to feel more
than you
the universal tongue
a roach before sleep and yet more to write
now i just need to find myself comfortable
switched to
STAN WALKER
black box
so i did hear his later work first:
obviously:
but if i'm late to the party
i need to listen to the first stuff first
unlike Beyonce
i grew up listening to her grow up her
music
and i now only find sentiment
an artist: plus a woman etc
but i mean an artist...
against Bach's Polyphony...
    periodicals i think just rewind
i get it
but i'm no longer 15 years old and trying to keep
up with the cool of my friends
so i can literally like one album
and say:
yeah: she's a great artist
but i need to take a break before i get into Renaissance
i just keep rewinding songs that sound
good and there's literally no album feel
to the "album"
the music wasn't that good really:
but the way the album was engineered...
well... it wasn't an album:
it was a PLAYLIST...
i think that's very modern...
the concept of ALBUM
like progressive... rock... storytelling...
little Iron Maiden quips and poetics...
theater...
but i mean in the genre akin to Beyonce's
Renaissance there's no longer an ALBUM (concept)
but the PLAYLIST cCONCept...

i couldn't digest Renaissance like i could
Cowboy Carter...
so the flip side...
i found enough excuses because i found them
and i think because i wanted
to talk to R
and E would be just her usual self and worried
and realistic and ouch ouch ouch
yes
the daydreams come and go nice they come
other people get so low and buggered
but you try to relax
you think you drink
you smoke in your little island
space
and i think that's what's going to be missing
on Kauai:
you in your writing most elemental
and raw:
i do believe that i am evolving with Man
and i thank you for finding me in
YHWH rather than in my Son
Jesus Christ:
it would have been impossible to have descended
in any other building beside a church:
and thank you for your silence:
hearing me out...
i know i came with so much speed
and anger that i descended with my choir
and chariots
but i just heard too many bad jokes
he was getting bullied by North American
WASP: White-Anglo-Saxon Protesant
pseudo-Vikings...
no one spotted the Vikings not having
supposedly died?
no one sees the Vikings?
i mean? they still walk among us...
it's not like they ******* DISAPPEARED:
fools!
THEY WEREN'T neanderthals! ugh! mmm moonshine
chip you SPAZ you SPAZZ! feel special yet?!

{acofoc

    Pacific

so distant so
cold

            tuna
flesh
cold

start with the weird: then work your way to the profound...
alright?

now i have to work backwards
from the artist
Beyonce
and Rihanna are too close
too black
too vinyl
too leather
and choc big choc O choke on this choc
diddy ***
i wonder where is my rhythm in thoughts
and in books and death
and this woman keeps me grounded
while Katy Perry
goes to Mars
white girl energy
i mean she goes to space
and the white *******
are making fun of her
going into male lavatories
i think that's an ask to answer
for the thai and white transgender realism
and the african homosexuality
i did wonder
what i felt at a Beyonce t-shirt
gig
working her gig not
actually going to her gig
i think that's enough of an excuse
to buy a t-shirt
i worked the gig
maybe a work t-shirt
or a Hawaiian shirt
gig shirts
the guy with the gig shirts
was he a rodie
or what was he security
body close body on body
i wonder
i'm not listening to Beyonce's Rain Dance
Rain Dance Renaissance... pt 1
with Cowboy Carter
like the interlude
or rather Enlightenment no part II
dance advent
so that's why the gay crowd
italian and spanish
i am such an easy pick
outside the club scene
and there is a club scene like
there's history
of people painting animals in caves
while having ******
come on come
on when
nature was absolving and without
sins and thoughts
oh my god
it was so weird
so weird

       dance Beyonce
and today i wanted to buy Cowboy Carter
at my local HMV
and then nothing in vinyl or CD
when mercury is solid
as sound vibrating
how mercury the metal was
report to chase against charcaol
in vinyl
how we wrote sometime ago on paper
and now in Belzeebub's pixel eyes
i cctv and no other man
working a Beynce gig
working a Beyonce gig
      i mean working for my wife
like i might be working for Beyonce
i am night and giggles
i think i am night and giggles
all white pale moon
i couldn't buy the ******* album
on AMAZON
but i could buy plenty of cowboy hats!
i could buy plenty of those!
but i didn't
there were only 7 CDs
of Renaissance
left online and some stashed
in the physical reality
in a shop
in a storage space
i mean there is so much *** vibration
that she has homosexual men worshiping
woman somehow
the music itself
she can be elevated for breaking Bach's polyphony
Beyonce is the anti-polyphony
and this is a real venture into philosophy
and thinking about music as a res per se
for the food of the mouths
res cogitans and res extensa
music as a res per se
the fire of packages and all
like burning postage stamps
buying and then Anarchist all the postoffices
burn stamps
keep the money
let us need closer to us
let us need closer to us...

          sometimes music brought around
psychopathic propagandist overtones
of ego-crushing solipsism: not the positive
solipsism of the freedom
among the schools of Ancient Greece:
i just want to hug a poodle and a pillow
and so much sub-culture
that i'm only hearing now

i worked inside and now i'm working
outside
and i'm reigning in the cowboys
and cowgirls and i'm the bull
reining in the cattle
of imaginary hats and horses
i said to the Horse:
let me work this one Shift of being Human
and being one of the few Bulls
i don't know if
but i know there are Four of You
so there must be Two of Me
because a One of Me
invokes the Tree and Alien Insects...
so no...
i don't believe even Serpents are that stupid
but from Bull to Horse
i am telling you... about Trees and Insects
and the Apes are a Democracy
where we can shoot off our ***** bank...
you get the races
and cars
i get fine tasting burgers
my flesh not the lamb
but who the Jews celebrated the bulls...
but there i go off the tangent=     =+     /+=?
and all those vibes and vying for enough
colours
because i wanted to experience
the artist after the pop youth
i mean herself
make my own music
and little Eminem i mean a dancing
monkey
i do have a background in Reggae and Jazz
they shaped the most crucial moments
in my life
i inherited that after like
a Trig
a Cosine grapy:  Jazz     Reggae
                            Jazz Reggae
a Sine graph:
                       Classical
                                            Rock
      ­                 Classical  Rock

Tan:                  Time
  Impersonal                         Space Personal
Space             and              Time
when i was walking through the crowd
i asked for their umbrellas
and i just started to pluck those mushrooms
from the fairies of women
lining up
and it was like the best club
i ever worked
it was like the microcosm of the night life
i am still working the only venue in London
where no pubs and small clubs exist
away from us alone at the Coliseum
and let's return to the quiet life
the good life
and i need to move away from London

BREAK MY SOUL:
sorry... i had to REWIND...
unlike i had to sKI{P
on the first album i got into
Cow cow: i mean that duet with
Mreyl Streep: Mylee Circus...
i can't spell her name
******* on some sweets
but the dynamic of
M People hyped on
and Gabrielle pirate
songs from the 1990s...
she's 41... an older woman:
i think i understand older women
i don't think anymore than
seeing many daughters
and i have a fat cow for a wife
and i like plenty of thigh milk
my thigh-milk and cream...

REWIND x2
found my Bodyguard song early
on the album
the album dynamic is
overtly wow!
cerebral it's like mozart yes
a learning tool
translating language
works best to be bilingual
two albums apart

and why
would you think
up
writing
as the remedy
of tranquil
in there is no
quill no quill
why supposed
themes
of the aim achieved
is writing
in spaces
reserved for ghost
you think
to find writing
most
pertinent?!

to the burdens of the mountain
the seas
and the skies
to the burdens of these
and the gods
a man sometimes implores
and implores so graciously for the rest
of us
that we become his imploring life
and in him We Allah Said of Muhammad
but then the Arabs became filthy rich
and didn't care to give for conversion
the gold of the dead dinosaurs
oil for blood
but i have learned the manual fear box
when others are automatic horrific
last of the Black Madonna
with the onslaught of the Swedes
and civilized Vikings
not the Norwegian
and that's a separate story
the Danes
and Saxons heroic words
i feel inclined to heroism
the craving of the imploded British Empire...
but i am a poet
of the Coliseum and the Nadir
of the British Empire:
de-emparlization
RZ
i said two things
because i thought and i felt
and i was so away from you
come with me alone
i am your husband i am not
a toy monkey
i was at my worst
but i was switching gears
between England and Poland
and you didn't have
to find the art work of how
the English inherited the best
part of the Roman concept of words
how the English inherited the minimalistic
approach
minimmal
minnimal
minimal
                  ah yes~!

               and so my love for humanity preserves itself
with a crucifix
and a pickle in a pink
and jar
and jam-jar...
i echo a living lost
of a tongue...
English in England
was once the English in the World
now the might of tongue
\reduced to the supposed thought
of man:
i see English
i don't see England
i see English
i don't see the fates
of rocks
i find myself on the sea
of thought and stable points
of ideas of ******* seas
thinking they are rivers
around islands....

god is a genius
but the thinking around is
art *******
i like it spiced with
biologistic
collective
i have no soul
i have a soul
exemplars
and clowns
i need plenty of those
this crown is about
to lose its head
but the longer i wear it
i walked into the shift
all paranoid
but then i did get the biggest
pay rise and no one is
going to congratulate me on that
it will all be kept
hush hush like
a stew of chicken hearts etc and some
better than life rice that's also
wheat..
air more song:
from Beyonce to Sam  Fender
but i'm looking for jobs for the waiting
through August
i'm a husband so far away
i rather include her in my poems
that talk to her:
i think that's how we met
up in the Plath & Hughes...
  
welcome Europe centre
like Italy:
Lombardio...
Lombarditto...
Lombarszio...
                Lamb *****: English please...
*** *** ***!
**** it... paint it word it:
same ****:
different cover!
paint it!
word it!
**** it!
put on a shirt!
white, ironed: black tie to match
up to the Teutonic Order
par:
no other... going to take up
Antarctica
and Estonia
parts of Finland
Latvia
Lithuania
and blobs of north
Pomeranian
Poland and Germany soils...

punctuation marks
and swords
i think i
love think no ordeal
like this smudge:
where painting imitates
writing
we all know the simpler
accomplishment of
EARNING via
writing:
that music sold quick
then writing...
painting: doesn't sell...
watch painting sell?
i would like my writing to become
immediately: VINTAGE...
savvy?
GRUDGE

i'm a karen
without
problems
  
    GRUDGE

GRUDGEKAREN
#anythingyouwantinthisbrightgreenworld
o­f oysters and seawaves
and i think i'm giving birth
hellow Susan:
hallow!
Susan: hello Karen!
who was this historical Catherine...
retardo briano

being married 3000 miles apart
i'm teasing fringes off civilization
she meddles in society
i'm getting civilization breathing
down my neck
then i get her little society
little women big wig out
massive society
free fu=ck for everyone!

oh wow! the mere idea: the ideally meager
i see slack
choice of colour!

we now are used to painting
roads on walls
and flowers in fruits
i think
that settles it: like so, sow and sour: oh!
i think you could paint me to point
in the right direction...

Green
Yellow
Orange
Gold
Brown

my proud heritage
of a European in Africa
i would rather
live in Africa
as ah
European
than life in Europe
as African
competing
with Sub Continent Asia
India ***** buckets and Mozart-no
Romanian children ******* up
with bad daddies
i was thinking about
trains and silence in Tokyo
like it was beyond
a shade of M=ecca and
Vat-Gy-gunjinn

i think th
at code              reservation seaters:
no seats                    there's some veil i'm tugging
tugging tugging tugging tugging at:
the "thing" doesnt want to reveal itself
but is considered
SLEEPING...
         the veil of being invisible:
i peer at god and can't see my bus pass
my projectional vect.
or i just don't know
maybe i'm talking ONOMATOPOEIA
and ONTOLOGY
and ENTYMOLOGY
are basic instructions
to face a Gladiator's invoke: against Time:
you are in no worth regarding
concept of space
you are in a universe
you are in an absence of a tooth
you are in a painting
you are alive
you tow not you you
and that's the only mystery
but there are two:

you tow not you you
i omitted the S
and possessive articles
not differentiated
from the plural S
possessive: apostrophe S
': yod... that Y as a dot
hiding dot
I in small...

                   Y
                    I

                     that's why: i is: yι

that dot is the why-you-Greek-thinker?
i am a Greek thinker
facing up to Roman Sophists
i quick
and quack
theorist
break narrative

            i becomes
[λ]                                {λ}

                 L: gamma... Γγ
i will not go beyond my idea-
my way of life beyond the Greek
but i was subverted
by the 1960s
post 1940s and the concentration camps
and how did it happen
so many people were loitering
and stopped about the idea of work?
there was a political system in place
whereby too many people were
being WELFARED...
genuine term:
on WELFARE...
job  = Center rules
you must be insane on benefits
but it's like riches unbecome
in the constant stress of food
compensate with money
sharing of focus-concepts
that hyphen compound is a schizophrenic
puzzle
one i stress invokes a necessity of
the frequent lazy
bilingual...
                  no apology yes
that's the criteria...

it wasn\t a fear of losing out working outside
the stadium
like a silver horse
wizened
and not a football safe atmosphere
of inside violence
and hate but beyond football
the old tribes of europe still walk from door to door

and now looking into
the repertoire of Beyonce on my own
the day after i drank a little bit too much
and what did Martin do when
he lived with him mumma
and i wonder why did he do what he did
that philosophical explosion of the mind
and thus in the body dwarfed
a state that only Death and call Nirvana...
while i'm travelling home
and on the way i picked up my father's fathers' fathers
bones
and i could not hear the music
because there was like an external overtone
to the live music: there was the American Anthem
medley breaking in
because i just didn't like Renaissance but
i tell you Cowboy Carter is a testament
of a solid artist,
and i'm pretty sure Martin retired working
in security
really lazy work
i think if he only thought of that work life path
and life of mine will go on
i will write about and bridge the distance between
river and the prism of the surf
greeting earth
like fire greeting air...
being able to breathe
but also rock that breathed....
and even cooler oh right covers covers
weaving a new breed of music
musicians making music listening to music
like poets writing poetry
after reading poetry
                              all my internal misery
i sometimes think about breaking into
tears spontaneously
away tearing away from everything sober
and sane
because it seems there's no longer a god
to be sought
      but a friend unto my self: in the distance
dot of ego somewhere in the matrix of god
like the search engine Caesar...

because there was the drudgery of work
but all that human interaction
from a para-police or something
how there are rules to the roads
and to places where people congregate to celebrate
now i'm choking
with the words with the stink of these pages
i need to find a point to relax
yes
a much better concert
i didn't miss out i worked a beyonce concert
as a steward before
i was quickly promoted to supervisor
without a SIA BADGE
which is the basic stage of going up
being promoted in a high-viz jacket
like it was anything but fixing the pipes
and the sewers in the end
with the grump of man
and all those riches elsewhere
or perhaps that memory PTSD
of Manchester
                                and the potential
i didn't miss much
i worked one concert on entry level
enjoying myself
with eagle eyes of the cctv movie...

well... it's clear...
Beyonce > Taylor Swift
i think that little miss R
could become a fan
when she grows up
maybe i should just play some Beyonce
on the radio over there
when doing something
like work
i didn't listen to any music when i was
working
i think that what stressed me out
the most
i think i was scary how i didn't listen
to any music
when i was there
               over on Kauai
like i didn't take that part of me over there
i think Grandma listened to music
the radio
but i mean we can't listen to Hawaiian
radio
we have to make our own radio
i wonder if Reyla could playlists
for us three
one mix tape with our favorite songs
and she could
but it just dawned on me i could have been
listening to music when doing
the plumbing
replacing the faucet
and working on the lanai
taking apart that massive cupboard
that just stood there haunting
but why didn't i listen to music when
doing those menial tasks
the menial medium of hands
and eyes and perhaps mind piercing
calm measured with a tanglement
of raw physical ****** or the frustration fruit
and now the GENIUS
RADIO INTERLUDE
RADIO INTERLUDE
then lightning a cigarette
a bit like when the Offspring
oh jeez i've been to the concert
and it was a perfect idea i was working so so hard
i was working working so hard
for the real honey i mean i need to get a--t-shirt
i'm a fan **** i'm a fan i'm a fan
oh **** me i'm a fan this album is like
me being 15 again listening to some prog rock
and wow i'm a fan

i was going to walk in on the concert
but then i got some good accoustic
outside
so i went and bought myself three hot spicy
wings and one thigh
and some mayo and ketchup with some dr pepper
on White Hart Lane....
Hart Lan... White Harts... Richmond F.C.
i would start Richmond F.C. (north) somewhere
in Enfield...                      just an imaginary
consumption
     but oh dear... there are 27 songs on the album

BODYGUARD is
my secret best song...
    i was the bodyguard or some sort of guard
but as a song... it's so pop it's so neu-pop
neu-pop amazing rhythm oh my god an ******
all these girls walking about but
i am now seeing with a filter of marriage
so just the groove of the urban jungle
a little mermaid event when Poseidon
comes to wrestle with Zeus over who has
the right to what season
Hades chose Winter
and where is Our Sister:           GAIA
there was Zeus Hades Poseidon and Gaia
because they had drawn the four
seasons between them
poseidon took spring and all the rains
to rain on zeus' summer parade at Wimbledon
joke... ******* on it...
the events of man in the warm months
unlike the winter months
where sports dominate our coping mechanism
with the banality of life
sports to survive in winter
but concerts in the summer
collectively: to keep ourselves sober and sane
and arriving at some point *****:
because the song bodyguard is just that...

well indeed it then becomes this gargantuan
realization that it's no longer a poem
but its own self i am only the tip of the fingers off of
because there's no more of that empty hurt
clearly a sharp focus because
i thought i told you i was bemused
by my pay raise without changing uniform
you know like i am a secret manager
a hands on
in security i think that the roles security
don't work hand in hand with the "underclass"
or the logistics men
i greatly respect
but i mean a mix of the two roles being the brawl
i can show you how i can work with objects
please don't put me in charge of response units
let me show you how strong i am
don't bring me into crab fights and ape farts
i don't like those emotions
but you get what i mean
i was working two matches in april
i worked one sitting back like a security supervisor
but second day i had a revelation
and incorporated parts of logistics into security
a joint role
                                 i know those guys probably
have records but i can't be too sure
so yeah point being
i took care of the arches and batteries
and the fencing...  
and today my idea came to fruition and i was thinking
about inverting the ratio of cueing queue
ing  
                           i'm sort of working for a contractor
let him become a sub-contractor on our books
we like working with him
he has good ideas and how to implement them
he has become a changed man
so i mean i can't explain the
up on my wages i was on $18
but now i'm working for $27 an hour...
i am working as a sub-contractor for Tottenham
and that contract was fought for on my behalf
by some manager at the company the other company
i'm working with:
like just please explain it
why i am "working for tottenham"
but actually working for a different company
it would seem but thanks to them
i must have got that raise and no one even told
me about it... but it's easy math
for 10h i am getting $270:
they are those kind of hours
but that's sporadic
like 4 times in only a certain month
whether june july or august
depending on how the concert season operates
but couldn't you possibly be told about a pay rise
no one tells you?
but you see it on paper              hmm:
could it be that pay rises
well this is my first
that's covertly in my hand and wallet
i wonder
                                   because prior to whenever
i got a pay rise it was only a numbers game
so not really of the matter
and told: oh just a little pay rise... either $2 or $1 or $3
per hour depending on "qualification"
an SIA license costs around $1000 so get a $1
pay rise...
but                an NVQ certificate
    well... that's a pay rise of $2-$4 and sometimes
even $7 i was once a quadrant manager
     at Wembley                 and i think i worked for $21
but that was a one off and someone called off
an hour before the event and i was pushed into
it...                                      but that was like speedy
gonzee and Gonzo journalism as they call it

because i don't think i ever wrote poetry about work
and working and money
and a literary realism beyond prior known about
the nature of work and how writing is yet more work
and in that work there can be work
that has nothing worth containing art poetry and learning
language
                            away from children
but indeed Bukowski               about but merely licked
the topic
                      but maybe it was that sort
of time and that sort of work like being a postman
but i can't imagine being a postman today
unlike say captains of container ships travelling
across the seas
    or those strapped to lighthouses and madness
                 but of work it can be said:
that...                                                  wh­at
a strange eerie and stranger forest
    inscribed in it the words arbeit macht frei....
                               this album is illicitly making this
allusion in its grandeur...

SPAGHETTI
         SPAGHETTI              oh yes: this is where
it came from the African-American
lets face it whenever European came walked hand
and chain to the African
                            at some point there were
kings and queen of europe and africa
but how many monarchies are still in africa?
Morocco Eswatini (Swaziland, formerly known)
                                 Lesotho
and all that African-American energy of a woman
just a specific woman like her
in the voice and rhythm
yeah                                           so much appeal
i remember being asked by a friend in our early
20s why didn't taylor swift type
tiny girl
had no feminine vibe i understood i could
have translated
i have stuff to do tomorrow so i am not going
to lounge around:
i can't just stay at home:
i'll probably just go out walking so i spend more time
outside the house
but only because i have an aversion
to cycling
because i remember dreaming of thinking
that using your legs for swimming would
be the same as the very cerebral experience
of driving a manual car
i mean:
it seems like an ancient art these days
maybe that's why i waited so long with my driving license!
maybe that's the secret why i waited so long
so long to get a driving license!
to have enough drivers out there only being
able to drive automatic cars
and here i am                    a manual driver
i get the feel of a manual car
and it's so amazing it's a drug
i mean it's a drug when you get it just right
and try to pretend the driving instructor
is sitting there with you
   when you just get the gears in proper motion
and you get to feel the car like
you might a super horse
and how different
the horses used to be steered using our heels
but now we have horse or rather the four horses
and duck feet... flat under the fingers
the positioning of the feet on the three blunts
is like prepping your hands for QWERTY of able to
look at screen and not at the keyboard
seeing the words and not really the letters
seeing the words but not really the letters...
and here's to giving up smoking again
maybe this time for real
i think i can do that
if i can stage such a good shift
i mean i felt i was central
and the manager worked with me
and sort of taught me so maybe next time
i will have that spot outside the Coliseum
truly that can be a yay moment

                            thought it was Miley Cyrus
but didn't want to say it
so a duet it is and                how many words can
drop in between songs and thinking
about the breaks thinking about the breaks
recovering from all that:
but if i could focus on work yesterday
so the excesses i could find in Manchester If
a crazed testimony of hero could
have been so a downer on the poetry unless it
became more and more obscure
for that too is very relevant: because of
shotgun shotgun
being a downer
   a real downer of a song

SHOTGUN < skipped skipped never
to be found on rewind
                                  back to the theme of cougar
cowgirl and cowboy
but i was in the role of actor in a role
                         because i don't think i was an actor
because no one seemed authentic
but rather prolific                               rxage
                                    solid ink of naked rage: in a cage
some return to form with the lyrics Levi Jeans
i think that's how the song goes
but i didn't fall in the garden i just kicked the light off
i didn't drink to the point of not remembering
if i fell into the trees and breaking them:
no, i kept form because i knew i would have to
write
oh boy boy
Beyonce can admire a former older singer
but all her duets with women are ugly
but when beyonce does a duet with a male
oh boy boy all the best of her comes out
but i didn't get the older sister vibe
                              with                        "Meryl­ Streep"
(look-alike)
                
              maybe an hour has passed
and in it
                                              all that is contained in an
album
        i wonder how the album translated into
a live performance with a meddley
of past youthful kick-starters
the youthful pop anthems that would be
only crowd and radio pleasers
but then the personal experience of Beyonce's
music: with actual knowledge of entire
albums... the gem of flamenco
i don't know because that voice range
is from a classical education
it must be:
funny fact: most musicians in Poland have
had a musical education
or at least did in the past
not all but a large majority
(if not factually correct
then i'm thinking of Sting and some band
from Poland)
like Myslovitz or something like that....

oh YA YA and this is still the same album?
was this a double album?
tomorrow i'm going to the bank
and i'm going to the music shop and
sobering up and finding happiness in life
trying to maybe think
about buying a cheap car
i mean i have an NPKK number
so someone can check my file
well: and my provisional i think maybe
buying a really cheap car
but then the process getting insurance
oh jeez:
there's that aspect of owning a car
oh crap... it's not just about the driving
it's about the maintaining oh man
and feeling like:
jeez... she's talking about getting a new
car oh jeez i now see it really
oh i see it
but honestly that's it i can't have those
days off i will have to think of something
to do
i mean yes
talking about it but what sort of job
is out there that might allow me to work in patchwork
i wonder
but this can't be the one album must be a double-breaker
double-deck-er
                                      at least in my
mind's eye the sun is shining on the corridor
in my house
oh louisiana i don't know how else to describe
the sensation as an idea on the album:
this is a beyond concept album this is unlike
anything i've ever heard
and i'm pretty sure: it must be under 2h and i wonder
if she followed the album live
                               i'm waiting for the song
this lady talked about and jiggled to when she overheard
it coming from the stadium:
from atop: down down down              i'm \
"creamy in the middle"
                                      doxy
doxi                                                 then onto
RIVERDANCE
                                         oh what an open world
out there when you give yourself some focus
and say: yes i will give up smoking and drinking
yes
the combination can only be like this
a remedy prescribed not a tool to sleep
they only allow me to deep sleep in excess and
in return i get also short pointless nights
so there is good use remedy
or to tear open in celebration
                                    because you get the best
night's sleep when in the same bed
with her
                                and that was very
healthy and i can't really excuse:
                                               but yes:
if that person doesn't become contained then
you get paranoid eyes
you think because it's so easy isn't not going your
own way and giving away time
to pointless poetry
                                         because i no longer....
let me save and observe the concept of time
7:38pm and
i think i started at around 6:30pm but i can't be sure:
i simply made myself coffee and

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(II hands
   II heaven)
                                           praises o praises
perhaps making my peace with jesus
i think she wants that the most from me
that i have to make my peace with jesus
but i can't imagine being a convert to christianity
away from catholicism
i know that Catholicism isn't any sort
of Christian denomination in America
on whatever the scale is and not organised
i think that's where we are conflated
in that realm of life
                                                  
tyrant
sweet honey buckin'
amen

                                        a poem written in the time
it takes to listen to Cowboy Carter
the full album
                                   a poem of that kind that sort
i don't think anyone has yet written a poem realistic to
the time it takes to listen to Cowboy Carter
i don't think music was referenced like that
tyrant tyrant
                             is she singing about her drinking habits?
i wonder i think
sort of cougar rapper              a cougar rapper
she sounds so much better with age
i think that there are women like that who
become better with age
and **** at least i need to think about August
because August is going to be completely empty
so i can have my two months of summer
like pretend boy
                             but what if i buy a car in poland
and drive across Europe?oh jeez... didn't think
about it... that would be proof of my self
i think i will need to think like that...
travel across Europe...
from Poland
i would only miss 4 concerts
but i wouldn't because i would have to drive
back
and i would need a phone plan
maybe cheaper
                   with calls abroad... from Poland
i don't know i'm thinking i need to plan
ahead i'm not thinking about a writing career
in the bedroom i finally get it
but that's realistic if i had to cancels
but when i will actually know about
the pay raise? on the 15th of July
i will know about the pay rise on the 15th of July
i don't know yet
i think they made a mistake or something
why i was paid more:
is that how working in large companies works
like under communism
no one knew what they were earning
some people earned more
                                 the misconception that
there was a standard wage for all
kind of jobs...
would be stupid
                                             a nightmare of stupid...
but true:
                   that would be money well spent?
a car in Poland?
       what a wild idea...        a young boy dream
i think and the idea of passing past Amsterdam and
staying there: some wild fancy dream
not for me some youthful daydream....

buckin'
buckin'                          buckin'
                                      buckin'

at least a Sunday saved
Amen...

                                    go to the bank
ask them how you're paying off your credit card
whether it's debited from your account
immediately after the date
i will give up smoking but i will also have another
coffee
and i have to get rid off the idea that i would
get me 2 more bottles of cider
now i have a sense of hope:
i now have a sense of hope with Amen and it's
a song that sort of repels the whole album
a thank you to god
most certainly: and having completed an album
oh the joy with Religion
and wow...
                                        Oh jesus indeed when
because to say his name
jesus - after having appreciated some sort of art
like an album: ends with the sound of a drop of water...
p[ing! the end...

                    amazing.

Verzögerung
- geist
  -    verstand...
shut up mom
i think there's
a fzthering pro-
and            {?!]
ask a square
why not a circle
i ask
i think the "i think"
of "ask":
and the medium
of: AS?KING
ASKING...
             definite -ING
beside BEING...
Be..
              i asked you:
on repeat:
are you alone?
you think i threatened you?
you felt good being
threatened
what was missing is
the feeling of being intimidated...
"i think" therefore i think:
"therefore": 4G metyaphor....

these females think
not think

/;/ and /:/ aloof: mind -ing <reason control>
i don't even ask
for wink
i'm far
from blink
i'm stale poker
expression
-less
and before the Robot
Arrive
tehrer was Narcissus....

Ihran: i lost Sunday
and fought about Monday
Communism within Communism
the Capit<alism Caliphate:
the end-surrealism
dead end of surrealism of innocent
and how eyes travel...

this silence so bound alone
is not a bite
from German
although: i heard just a little
like the Ukrainization of Poland
once more some German
and i think of women...
and their apple
she the dragon i think she is
the serpent
i am
the dragon with
an egg and teatime
in the magic tree
i am pure evil
purest from away
the Fuhrer:
i need the Germans
maybe i use the tooth:
i am the wolf
and i am the sheep
i am the sheepish wolf
on Guard...
i am the guard Wolf...
like words solipsism doesn[t
travel far right
what is happening in Saudi Africa
i need to battle for a SPIKE!
god dear tumble i
willl try to be sober
but please the UMRE?BLLAS
mushrooms
and spying in  air
memory
huh?!               eh?!         two languages
or what?
not English or Polish...
older....
eh?!           Yiddish...
                                       HUH?!
             who fromj?                         i ask!
i'm asking!                  oh sorry....

   bbb                          too late: it was already
late.