they came to London like the other Newcastle
unlike the crowd of people
who come to London
i was almost going to say Poland
but unlike a football mad crowd
there came the feminine energy
and i had to play the role of the masculine
and it was like walking through a labyrinth of people
in a labyrinth of labyrinths
of space and time
and when Oasis comes
it will be like music can become football
a football chants
like the White Stripes'
Seven Nation Army:

this utopia of music will die
and you will become like me
DISINTERESTED
in music and turn to silence
and the snores of your partner
and BBC RADIO 4 if the devil takes
you and you become an aenemic albino
in a pose: akimbo
and music will become boring
and only anecdotal...
like the worst music
becomes football chants
music without piano
to drop a kilogram of onions on
one of Versailles' chandeliers...
but i also remember music transcendetal
akin to Culture's
harder than the rest...
i sometimes work a Coliseum
during the Music Summer Seasons
and i will probably visit England
every year during the summer
i will become being the monogamy of swans
i will be a migrating bird
i will imagine the immigrants akin
birds
flying in and out of the cosmopolitan areas
to other countries
i will come back for Wimbledon
and the concerts
and i will have this Matthew's Meteor Crater
metaphor for Plato's Cave
we are in Matthew's Rome
we are in Leo
and with the Sun
to counter the Sun and the beauty spot of
the Son: Mercury on the... OUR FLAG...
the people of the Sun and Mercury
as the People of Islam
are the People of the Moon and Venus
we have inherited from Islam the Neu-Christianity
of the Flag of the People of the Sun and Mercury...
a tale of two Matthews
the energy that came from the North to London
after all... a Sam Fender
in London gives us thought and scope of a local
boy artist: Bryan Adams was the mother
and Ryan Adams was the transgender alienating
something who am i to judge on purpose
but the rigidity of safe travels
in my pocket a crescendo of stars or alleviate stories
i wonder why i was paired with Tyrone and Chicco
Shahil
and Shahakhabaz...

                   but there is video footage of us walking
Tyrone when Dan the Jamaican
mentioned bloopers from CCTV
like tv awards
but so focused
and Tyrone just thought about turning
the camera on
there are people who watch tv all day in those
towers of Merlin:
apparently some videos are of people
in toilets *******
but i get the blooper...
i don't think i will have to report this
but someone will watch it like
the secret you-tube...
i think so: how we walked this guy off the island
beyond the stink pit of the arena
and it was recorded
and it's not like i disclosing but
there were so many bilingual parameters in
the thought arrived at:
poetry at work
which is really complicated
because unlike the Post Office
for Bukowski
i am still the poet-journalist with headache
can't live as much as my theories
and tests without life being a test
it has already been weighed out
i die as light as a feather
but as heavy as a mountain plugging slit
the mouth of volcano...
this is a deeper work environment
and the wages are mentioned
but the joke is off camera as i keep it a secret
how we were all insulted but
how different our concept of money
is
he probably earned just as much as us
but he was in a negative work
environment without the weight
of flesh on wound
rather than an apathy chasm of
flesh on flesh
that is the Zombie People of modernity
the Flesh on Flesh people
with no Brains
but some of us are Flesh on Wounds peoples
with too many: rotting us brains
to feel scraps of love
the kind of love that god gave
to his world:
with the paradox of the ontology of man
that made man in his own image
a vanity's sake:
like a painter who signs his own painting
the painting is like
short-cuts into literature
too many words technology wording
i get the good drivers are arithmetic scoop
details of the roads
in England i find Orion the Garden and Rome
the simpler the easier to enjoy...
but at least i will feel less celebrity a tier bellows
but the concept radiated and fame was
so strange to understand like gravity sideways
in a whirlwind
unlike the simpler
geometric gravity of the throw up and comes down
but that is gravity on the scope of
a microscope
and microscope in an ant masochistic worth
of existence...
we became ants bypassing
the lizards that died and die
in such number AH...
EHYEH...

                            posit abstract points...
not "abstract"... connection pointers
how the media portrays us
these lost people
these headaches like football matches
i can't see kings or queens
but shadow puppet oppressors
of ourselves:
Republic resound
and Democracy too:
why England is torn geographically
behind my idea of Europe the from poland
into Ural Russia
Ukraine and at the tip of Norway...
can't i think of England as part of Scandinavia
and how i think "western Europe" is a misnomer
looking west?
that's western europe:
i'm not talking about ideas
i'm talking about:
which way are you looking?
that's your basic compass...
which way are you looking
both men and women
have one focus
hard
north
east
west
south

       one eye is going there
like Odin had two crows
they have updated Wikipedia
the pages i have visited have been revised
and someone was kind to
highlight the revisions...

    each must have his one direction:
but no...
sober me up and clean me
and give me some tragedy
but no but if i don't have to skip the painting
bit and get a driving license
although it became known
i would sooner appreciate the horse
and then fiddle with the technology at hand

although some paranoia could
creep
but only now as it does
to reflect on self and the 6h capacity
to sleep
or how Europe owes a need for a sense
of movement
i think that Europe can disperse across
the world and if need be
leave a contigent of...
a cohort of people who will be fertile ground
for the reaper:
well: become desperate if not intellectual
move to Spain if you can't move
to ******* Hawaii...
sorry if i don't get your friends' friend's of a friends' friend:
idea... like getting tattoos on your face
felafel
and falafel
  and fly fly sword fish and angel needle...

               working some idea into the ground
like i might get an COMMA
JETTY
NUMBS
NUMBER
&EXAM...                     *** SUEX and SUEZ...

start painting:
poet will leave no "painting" the end...
hang it... signature... on a poem
i will leave no signature
but this is my wordy painting... hey prezz & precc (io)

shy hush: the coughing like
Vulcan:
and the gravity of ground
i can
because i can petition
for South Africa being returned
to the Europeans
while everyone still fight
over the East and West Coast
like an expansion of Europe
then the places least known
i think it's butter
colors margarinne
margarrine
mmm   butter
i don't but there's a thought
the funnel civilization
the guys waiting for a train or a bus
the European guys:
i need to get out of here:
i have the Roman Empire to Preach
to the people with Drugs like
Opiates in China
but **** me they didn't learn
the old dragon in reading
a lost lot of them were like cannon
fodder and fold 'em shirts...
type of people: yet
very compact and happy
at love is life is strife...

                   but i want South Africa back...
but i want south Africa back...
closer to Antactica:
we will be the first people before the ******* moon!
weird nerdy looking types!
not serious poets and chemist
just happy to
be on Antactica
rather than the moon!
geologists...
yes yes...
we're on Antarctica
and 10,000 meters under the ocean(s)....
it takes time... and the space for patience...
to explore the future:
Antarctica is the future...
no space trave:
little big boys playing big smart
little boys:
we have to understand the dynamic
of the continent of Antarctica...
we have to plan for that:
not the Meteor:
you idiots know that Global Warming is Happening
the Dinosaurs got dealt a ******* meteor:
quick painless death and rebirth...
we have christ and bachelorhood
and no more kids no agony of Eve...
and thinking about Antarctica:
not abound landing on the woom
moon...
instead for mining minerals like
silicon
and how to best control man...
                  but we have to study Antarctica...
the whales
prior to
or after the stop of being culled...
started beaching themselves
in suicide...

                    but the planet will change
and we will have to entertain people that
are only here for fun...
i will have to forever cater to fun...
fun must be a lost god among
the greeks...
Democles and Dyonisius:
weren't exactly gods of fun
when is drinking fun if you have
no control over it?

the Poles are spending their GDP
on promises rather than weapons
while the Ukrainians are being
given weapons for free
and thinking that Ukraine is aligned
with western liberal democracy
is foolish if not thinking about
giving enough freebies to Russia...
the Ukrainians don't even
write in Latin...
    how many Europeans of any stock
still feed an alignment with the Greek?

i forgot i wrote a poem and re-posted poems
by others onto my page
and i'm thinking about social media
Descartes
and tomorrow
i'm going to work the Sam Fender concert
and don't know Sam Fender
but i know the Fender guitar
and that's not cliche:
that's only language of a 39er
a 39 year old man
i am a man
not a child i think she knows that or perhaps
R. is a miracle when she conceived her
and it is as if that's transcendental
i think i could be her son
with pure biology reigned
she is 18 years older than me
and R is 14... so work out why i'm 39...

now i also know Sam Fender
and i'm Seventeen Going Under
and i will have to buy R a t-shirt
that's like postcards from my life
but more
just buying t-shirts
i think those are sails for the draft
a pieced together magic carpet
on the sea
when you tell the sea to be air
the magic carpet changes...

i was at Wimbledon and i think i'm saying
goodbye
and i said so to my grandmother
and my uncle and the dead
and now i'm saying goodbye to my mother
and father and i don't think there are
regrets
when i went mad aged 21
and thought i was a poet
so i still think now
with interests in IT
politics and human and life
and robots now too
so i thought about social media
and authenticity and profilicity:
self-profiling for the public
like one's own CCTV
so not so very oppressive but if you
can live a life as a couch potato
on the sofa only watching t.v.
or living a moment in life
like the Wimbledon Championship
in the interactive web of CCTV
Plato's Cave
the people behind the shadows
the security officers
at events
the membrane of a humanity coming together
unlike in the **** of democracy
the democracy that ****** us off
and not in the monarch's and the patriarch's arms
saying to you:
R i'm so ******* weird i think
this reality is weird
and it's not like i like the idea of a wife
that will contest who will need
my care and being there
when both mother and my wife ask
when they might be nearing the end:
oh what a task: woman, you gave me:
perhaps JEsus Christ had it easier
with a cross... than carrying a woman
like Atlas... on the back...
perhaps it would have been easier
to Carry the Cross...
i think it would be much easier
to carry the cross with christ
than it would be to carry or walk feet-mind
with woman:
and the definitely there: devil...
Heidegger's Da-Sein
i mean this energy such a fixation on autism and
philosophical-solipsism
like stoicism
like cynicism
but solipsism was not founded by any Greek
famous philosopher...
there was no school of Solipsism:
there emerged Sophia:
with two words
Theosophism Theosophy...
ancient school of Solipsism
is a school of thought that makes stoicism
and cynicism a rhetorical tools
to equate a neutral ground for the mind to take root
and be give birth to a tree later
a leaf: BELIEF: be-life
believe... and belief... now believe! i'll taunt you!
be-life! with the devil of da-sein!
a life! and give me the fruit of your mind
give me a bite of your ego...
your egg
perhaps i will give you an egg
rather than an apple
i will be the devil that will give you the egg
a magical tree
that grows on a tree
like money
i will be this devil
i will give you an egg from a tree
i will say it's a fruit...
and i will leave you there...
that would be my only life...

the thoughts would get me drunk when coupled with emotions-grief-like-drugs....

had to think of a title...
but that would be my genesis story:
i would pluck an egg from a tree
and that would be the forbidden tree
i would pluck an egg from a tree
after having pressed two apples
into a cider and got tipsy and sniffed
some Polish grass from the field
i will be dementia riddled
then i'll eat some magic mushrooms and i will
go on fighting while my grandfather
didn't have the spirit of adventure
and died by the television
and penitent recovering alcholic
but i have the spirit of adventure
and fair enough he was like a pillar
of enough words to tease my IQ over...

             but i woke up with a dream
where i was dreaming....
where i was swimming
and kicking my legs
and my mind apart
a funny thought
that wasn't a dream
a dream of reflexes and delayed reflections
and the dynamic of the reflexive mind
in old age
and not the reflective mind in old
that allows memory to sweep and seep in
and distort that not even keeping up
with the news and daily crosswords
and keeping up with soap operas doesn't help...
the boss calls me up and says he wants me to get
there early like... 11am?
Tony from E.E.S. calls me...
                wait wait... just working football stadiums
and dealing with thugs
now is working at Wimbledon...
i passed by Vallorie...
this old woman i work with
so i guess now there will be
whispers
how did Matthew get to work at Wimbledon...
how did Matthew get a job at
Wimbledon and
doing! **** me! he's on the RESPONSE TEAM...
but did you see how he was dressed?
he took: SMART-CASUAL to the next level!
he took how he dressed! to the next level!
oh simple joy like
i have the fur of a fox and a hyena...
no no!
don't come for 11am...
your sign in is for 1pm.... but just come after noon...
an hour before the before time...

        little world literature: not exactly feeling like goo-
but at least feel good like glue:
at least i'm keeping the words intact and i
try to forget:
if the problem of Europe's the continent
that funnels the movement of people against
the other continents
then treat Europe in that Special Place
as being the Only Temporal Continent
Europe is not a Spatial Continent:
Asia moves through
Africa moves through
sons... daughters!
we have created our freedom!
let us love Europe
when we move away
and come back and leave grand
train stations
let's be the IDIOM LIBERALISM-AWAY
and Conservatism-ELSE...

but Europe can be a pseudo-Continent
like Israel is a pseudo-Arab country
in the middle east....
Africa stays...
there was never really a united Europe
that's the problem
there can only be a united
America-Africa-Australia-America:
666!
AAAA!
like             ASIA!
America America North South
two almost continent
like when South America drifted from
Africa
and somehow attached
itself to the umbilical chord
of Mexico...
and north american
but yes.... AMERICA! AFRICA! AUSTRALIA! ASIA!
and Europe is not really a continent
if
only if you think of Russia and Poland
and a people that moved the least
that is the only little Poland
i think just that part of land is worth
the argument of the indigineous people
of the continent....
the rest is a fluid mix of people from
the words of the Roman Empire...
the English were once Kelts...
ok oh ok chop chop! get moving
but the people of the Great Migration
didn't actually move that far
the Poles were the laziest
they lay in a field having left
the great dark forest of your yet
ability to feld
and give honey manna from the sun...
but the other people moved so far apart
Europe can't be a spatial continent
Europe must be an Eternal Component
and part Continent:
but the Vatican and Lucifer's Venice....
the Jewish Venice...
i am yet to see Rome....
and perhaps i go i will win something
and have enough free money
to have a weekend in Rome
like a Pope
like not looking for love
like already bein married
big G...
i mean to see Rome like a lowly oh shoe
and crimson glaring i do just
want to be alone and lastly say goodbye
to Europe and leave it with peace...
oh i believe it took the French
enough inbreeding moments to craft the cheese:
and only in Europe:
but what the **** will you do
when America-Africa-Asia-Australia
are treating Europe like a *******...
sort of happy time travel
existential disneyland
i mean we can go back
to the farmers of Ukraine
and Russia just said!
you ******* rebel! against Europe!
i support you all the way!
this is how Russia loves Ukraine
and makes jokes of Europe!
give me your political correctness strip naked
to a transgender liberal pseudo apocalypse
punk-clown-goth...
me n ot sober?
this is the spirit of Poland rebelling
at sniffing the sick
and i know why there's a war in Ukraine:
the Slavic people would rather fight against
themselves
than succumb to an octopus capitalism
not the sort of communism
and it's a mind virus
post-capitalistic
i hope you don't see it my way...
but it's a mind virus
the great descent of either god or devil
or neither...
just how offspring behave when born into
polar opposites:
i want to leave Europe like a sterile ground...
the road was paved from Chernbyll
and how did my psyche collapse
i think
forget
how many times was
an attempt made on my life
i was told of
i was asked to be killed
from birth
in the hospital almost choked to death
etc.
pain is memory blocker:
i want to forget certain things
and if i keep to my athletic of writing
i will not think of much....

but it hurt so much that i forgot
being online last night...
i forgot that i was online
i think that's the realization of the ills
of this exposure...
jumping bait: spider-carrot...

who beside a serpent
a tiger
a monkey said
to another monkey:
a mushroom
a hallucinogenic ****
perhaps it was a story of
Adam and Adam or
how does it go:
Adam and Steve....
i think it was a hallucinogenic
**** *******
whether byproduct is actual
homosexuality
then yeah
once upon a time
there was cohesion of genius
and that's why the pyramids were
built
and only the Eiffel tower was built
as tall if not taller after...

because there was no Competition
of the Solipsistic School:
which was covert:
kept secret by the highest Caste of the Mantra
of Solipsism:
the Retards and Broken Hold our Census...
our Herald for Nations and Continents...

there was a congregation of genius and intellect:
which later became coupled with inequality of woman's
choices:
because the autism Copernicus
and the genius of Galileo
for rhetoric... now call it the Copernican-Galilean
coupling: eternal...
think how it happened when
intelligent minds worked together
before the glut of the people who need to talk...

but Europe can't remain a stable place:
too many ants in their pants states...
how many people in Europe haven't moved
at all...
can we treat Europe like
we treat the London Underground...
i mean:
we can be Europeans in Africa
like the South Africans
and at least we know what went
wrong under Communism and
what happened right in South Africa...
at least we know how post-Colonial states...
better wonder about South Africa
than being so ***-buckled-bugged
upon the Collapse of the British Empire
i am still grieving the Partition of
the Polish-Lithuanian Commonwealth...
i'd rather think of post-colonialism and the
argument for South Africa...
if the problem of immigration from Africa
into Europe
then i am the first....
SALUTE! MATEUSZ KONRAD ELERT
i petition for our claim to South Africa...
i want a piece of Africa...
i want my land!
come into Europe!
i want South Africa back...
you didn't live here: ******! too cold! too cold!
i want a post-Europe back:
can i have the South African lands back...
you didn't live in south africa: niggz...
you didn't live in south africa!
i want my south africa back!
you give me back south africa
so i can take the french, the english,
the italians the spanish the germans....
some weird greeks...
but the greeks are in with the Jews
and the Turks... ok...
we not taking them....
no Scandinavians...
they were too ugly to the English
the Slavs are keeping the Scandinavians...
we are the people of the "continent"
you gave us Rome and Jupiter and London
you *******...
let us curate it... like perfection:
don't worry about who delivers what kangaroo
and what raccoon...
          
      but i need my south africa back, mate...
i need my part of the continent:
sure thing: you come here with the idiot arabs
and their sand-dusters of machines vroom vroom
like idiot idea of conquest
forgot to mention:
oh yeah... Arabia is not treated like a continent:
sub-continent thinking
unlike India
that's considered a sub-continent:
Arabia is not deemed a sub-continent
of Asia...
because... it's *******... a later starter...
the easy **** with sand under your *******
until the Jews comes and you repay Jews
by sending them to the Germans...
well... to the Poles... but then obviously
you did some so bad that
a Polish boy and a Jewish girl
heard about it or something
so ******
the Germans were the tools of the deeds
but the Arabs were the masterminds
of the Holocaust
and i guess the origins of Israel is rather
Unique it's a cognitive conundrum
a democracy a nation a people
agreeing then
disagreeing yet still banding together...
oh yeah: war in Ukraine?
of course the Ukrainians that they are
getting so cheap
it's like Russia laughing:
guess who the **** we are rearming...
we're getting ready to invade...
you idiots just have us weapons!
and the Poles are like...
are we here, ready... for the rollercoaster?
are we going to war?!
wow!
what sympathy for Ukraine:
the amount of weapons they are getting
idiots are arming their enemy
i mean: RETARDO LASSO! RAPHEL ROSSO TED
LASSO!

i am thinking of greek letters
and roman numbers
numbers in lletters
i went dressed in a flag
not a watermelon
i am olive green
mustard yellow
and dark khaki and that
skin on if shoe
i see a poem like a painting
i am painting
PHI
THETA
the Alpha becomes the ALTHA...
and the numbers
like B 8
% S
5S
Z
2

               write Amersen:
EH
SHE ETA
EH

                     Epsilon:
colon
and semi-colon
greek post soviet
russian reimagine the empire
now kings speak

I1
iota liter
lgu
glug glug...
         glue
sort of "neu"
new...

now
beta
with a tau
ksi
X

i wonder
beholden
i said i
love you
now that's a death
wish
i think she already kjnoiws
knows that...

   i think i have no memory
i have lost the time
origins story
the monkey and the half monkey
and how the world
was written...
and how it writes itself
into itself...

told not to gamble
money is abstract....
so the problem is
existewntial
existential
microscopic
therefore big
like sonisaur
dinosaur BIG
               i love you.... i **** you...


21B Beehive Lane
cleaning the house
laughing at Enigma
started to love the music
and the white sun
and you  cleaning the house
i then see a home
i see a heart like a room for a child
and what man claim this peace
in the abstract of *****...
ego...
Naryan - the prodigy....
and the moon of Shiva and the Sun of Pegasus
and Vishnu... because
South America
Africa
India
and Siberia... the Anti-Europe....
the birth of this white little man...
Europe is a train spotting affair
i am European in Siberia
my Africa....
my Africa oh my Siberia////
mother dear... dear mother!
the Yeti and the Kong King!
Godzilla.... interrupted.... sorry.

how i became a self-loathing masochistic Pole
how it wasn't because of the election
the result being
not the polaroid scrabble and i didn't hope
this nonsense would come
this paradigm of the social order
and social hierarchies
and the prisons....
marriage oh i never knew
would be such a burden and a blessing...
i'm still talking to my mother
and grandmother more than
i'm talking to my wife
and i'm actually talking to one person more
another woman
Reyla... my surrogate daughter
and that's a dream
of my writing pet peeve writing project
i am not making money from poetry
i'm a journalistic historian or something
like that i think i'm journalizing
zing zing i'm not scared of hallucinations
sometimes it's god
but mostly it's my ego-echo coming back
to me with a TY....
and i'm so negative i had to pay
more than my flight for my baggage
70 squid i flew for 40 squidges...
flood of memories but memories erased
with emotions
so the weight of emotions kills of memories
and that's how i found ontological sketches
on Martin when i visited him
and he noticed the wedding ring
and i showed him pictures of you an me and Reyla
and i still have a headache
next day i got texts from Reyla and i'm not used
to a 14 year old Platonic Love
as i err toward how Solomon had two harems...
one of women and one of demons
and each woman was wed to a demon
but now we are living in the age
of when Solomon's Mince of Vanity Harem
Matthew came home
to a small ******* town
in the middle of nowhere
and i think it was a summation of all the Psi to the power of Pi
i think... i want to dig up the Greek Letters
i'm just not used to having a 14 year old
girl in my life
when i have photographs from a Brothel
and Alter Ego Bane and Batman
but if a football hooligan
can become president of Poland
and openly sniffs carbohydrate buns
and there's Putin and Xi
and the Starmernator and
the whole Geo Political and ISlam
and i'm having fun
there's this tragedy
before the world opens up like a ****
and Kant and Heidegger's DASEIN
Poland is a DASEIN
GDANSK...
a town like London
but with only one vowel(s)
Ewa
Ewy...
Mateusz
Mateusza...
the possessive article(s)
are gendered....
Woke Envy of English
concerning the language of
my birth
***
****** and then
kissing
i mean
i have a daughter...
and a wife
so the *** is thought
and politics
and philosophy
because Reyla is Platonic
Love(er)
and i'm a Moralist
the Zeitgeist of Taboo(s)....
i only learnt that
Epsilon and Eta are twins of sound
but like Eros and Thanataos...
Huan and Chin...
Chiny...
the behavior of women is so horrid
i am walking in a storm of Medussa....
and there is just so much reality-dissonance
i feel like the twinity is not consecrates by the holy ghost
this calls for the Animnus Perfectus Psyche...
but they have different meanings
and how many twins are there in
the Greek alphabet?
HE
εη

                   ωo
        O Ω

        I am Adam: i am Alpha
I am Eva: i am Omega

           but i am not:
now the fury of men in women
and i am the Alpha in the Omega
or the Iota in the Omicron

neutral: o the key and i
in it:
beyond no door or locksmith
like St. Peter
and St. Paul
although St Paul holds the keys
to HELL...
Peter holds the keys to heaven
while Paul holds the keys to hell!

p.s. wow woah! wow!
i'm no longer in Poland
in the house of the matriarch
the killer of
my grandfather and uncle
the spinder-mantis grandmother
and i mean:
Reyla... scary ****....
i actually accused my grandmother
of murdering my grandfather
and her son
i'm being a psychiatrist now
i am being hyperbolic delusional
i am being suspicious while
holding a burning Quran
if a dream but i'm wide awake
we will use AI to
deal with humanoids
like the neither Nathanal.....
and that's me with a black cat
and Prokokiev...
       Bulghakov...
           - mein kopf! mein kopf!
learn German,
i just looked at the German translation
pigeons and woodland
pigeons
and the ugly ick
of pigeon liberal overt sexuality
and kafkas
are not female ravens
crowds

crows...        ******* Cormacs O'*****... ease: not iz
its         and it's
morelike it/y/s(')

                    i "think" and "'think'"              /yod ip t0f)

i think it's code b=a
by copiung==
coping ius = code
s-bra

             Uboats and wolves and foxes
painting
pain throughout...

first impressions of Deutzsche meshterfabrik...
mein kopf! mein kopf!
moja glowa!
my head...
first two words
i understood
not:
the syllables Ma                  M'ah...
no....
       i saw and heard the words
in my eyes
an d                  saw in my ears
sounds therefore i imagined Letters and Dragons...
so there's this game
it involves playing
with a DICTIONARY
an... ATLAS....
  DIKTUS.... the brother of Atlas...
an dictionary... an atlas..
an ENCYCLOPE?ODIA
ECLUCLOPEDIA
encyclopedia
              upper lower
house rules!
          game with Reyla...
and the game is to talk...
                      and get away from screen time
i believe the internet can be used
to replace to above "ontomatopoeia"
ontomatopeia
    ONTTOlogic<

         ONO-MA(h)-T(a//)ou(H)-p(Y)(wmuuQCSK)

we can talk and becauase
the higher self
is not a quest of *** for ***
the cogniti8ve landscape is
now measured by our capacity for
interacting with AI
or the outlet
of programmers
people created AI to soften the load
of working with computers
seriously...
it should be a massive conspiracy
how this supposed "progress"
is like the paracetamold
antibiotic of "cope"
the sickness of modernity
en masse... a bit bizarre
like May in Poland
i was there for the election
presidential,
election
learning to drive a manual car
the pope being elected
i'm just a tiny man
i need the context
of hierarchies
and time
time adores hierarchies
yet what is space
couple with that synchronizes man to it
that space borrows from the human experience
like an an intelligence...
time and space are not mediums
of measure and scrutiny
they are alien symbiosis intelligence: the Intelligent:
the responsive:
the bilingual the replica:
the symbiosis of memory and thinking
how the moment happens
and there is no memory-escapism
and how the necro
the cities of the dead become visible
and echoes stir...
                      and that's how it was
he didn't ask me to leave
like he asked my mother and his mother...
and it was more progound thanpr
profound than walking through an art gallery
and that\'s the aort of mortal art
aorta like
vitality persevere
i mean ****

                         gear seven: SZYSKA...
i would love for Poland the ****** tongue
to use some Czech shortening:
run out of ink!
enough pages...
not enough ink!
get me the blood of a crow and an octopus...
and those are?
well... find out...
i dreamnt i was living in the sea
and this wise creature
appeared
and it was magical
blue and
Spider ****** an Octopus
and why are all the Demons
like Bael
a melancholic
crowned
a spider
a cat and a toad...

can i conjure a demon of my own?
can i?
can i name him...

i'll need a moth
a cat (ugh...)
a serpent
a fox
             an ant...             a pigeon
a jackdaw
           a blackbird....

                              spider with human eyes...
i'll need a spider
a moth
a cat
a serpent
a fox....              to continue this "conversation"

this [...]
                   reverence for what is to be preserved:
like the English inherited the best of Rome
via how the roads
are operated...
no talk on directional lights
in the theory
exam in Poland
there are no question
about INDICTATORS
IN?DICATORS
INDICATORS
in Polish theory of Road /Laws...

            but pedantic about indicating practices
largely forgotten
too many ******* ROAD SIGNS
the English didn\t inherit the Roman Alphabet
simply because they didn't behave like
the other Europeans and added DIACRITICAL MARKERS
of distinction:
Orwell... Dickens... topic...
Orthography without Diacritical Markers...
discuss...

the Democratically...
something... something...
"public"
and...            "intellectual"....
that's like...
a...
        piña colada:
i want to **** a donkey
but it's Jesus riding it
in stride of metaphors
and there's all that kink and whip
and palm Sunday for
Palestinians and ooh! ooh!
so let's call it...
Peter Griftz'...      Piñata!
hey! Hey Zeus Piñata!    Bump at lot at ****:
i almost wish the guy was
impaled... rather than crucified...
it would make much more sense
to ordeal the torture with a sado-masochistic
revamp of: oh...        oh... and even a much
much... later...................      o...
then a... whoops! ha ha!
but he was crucified... he wasn't
impaled
like the pride figurine or something
because that's like:
cul de sac celebration: dino... or no?
hey! they even, didn't... pay me...
to... NOT... LOOK... "CONFUSED"!

there's a never
a perfect
New York
a poem or painting
a London
as it is...      blah....

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

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

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

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

the Roman inter-fear...
Ξξ
                and      
                 Χχ

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

i think it can be, universally, acknowledged:
that:
the political emphasis
on protection the rights of women...
elevating them (even)...
from any sort of perspective worked:
up to: the point: but... otherwise:
there came a conundrum of:
so... we are told to protect our species
via *** X...
but *** X is unwilling... or... whatever to meet
the demands of the universally sparing existence
argument being: better this toil and untold
misery: than nothing at all...
it's rather strange that we defend women
in their currency of freedom and infanticide...
clearly giving them the same
clarity of the "question" of "worth"
akin to men who had to...
imagine the slaughters of **** of Genghis Khan
and then the microcosm of abortion...
i don't know why we would need to fight for
the rights of half of the species so willing
to play the ultra-nihilism game
that's otherwise reserved for the masculine
crux of the lost endeavor...
why would we... want to protect women...
if... infanticide is the ultimate measure: corrupt...
why would i want to defend women and
their rights... if their sole concern for
rights
is for a quantum universe of me
being unable to say so
because... m'eh... the imported living potential
of other cultures where this value
is not under-nourished by the spasm-of-solipsism:
why defend women...
if women opt for staging the right to abort children:
what sick... minority voice-over is
dictating the rule of the index:
when society expects the rule of thumb?!
what sick minds operate on the guarantee
that women alive: can...
abort children...
why are they excused from manslaughter
when the evidence is: SYMBIOSIS...
what ******* crux of the impossible
blindness is SYMBIOSIS this PARASITE
what what what?!
**** it... learn to drive a car last...
learn to bicycle... learn to swim...
learn to ride a ******* HORSE...
**** a woman...
then get to grips with the gears
and the clutch 20 years later...
hey presto: learn to cook a mean pasta in-between.

well, i still think i about Christianity and where and how it spread under the governance of Rome, but Rome never came to contact with the Slavs and the Baltic sea so... even now... the way it CAN be persistent, in this mingling of Roman antics of how familial bonds can be unorthodox and there's no blood lineage like there's Abraham and how Solomon is the definitive son of David... well... truly... it's all about the congregation of humanity and the spoils of: no war happened... we can be uncles and nieces and grandfathers all the same... as long as there's a guiding principle that doesn't focus on the melody of images... imagine the desecration of the Necropolis, in that... this guy had a hard life... but died a death in his sleep... yet they persisted... to mark his grave with a cross... even i... i... "i"... i? i?! he would be *******!

for the sake of recollection
and at least this is the one exam i can't really over-study for...
because... learning to walk doesn't count!
doesn't count!
gurgle choke laugh giggle
ha ha ooh smooth like Swiss cheese...
now i will try to impress you
with something like coding dictum
via ">" and ","
but not it's not a question of
"question")?_
(?) important?! no no... Wilhelm the Dying Foe
the actor... in the labyrinth of that film
that almost teased at Ingrid Bergman because
it was all black and white....
and snow was once
and the ice age was once
but then Climate Change was like
the End of the Ice Age
and....
o.k. o.k.

learn to walk is out
of the schematic...
first imprints

learn to ride a bicycle <
   learn to swim <          
now i call that finding the center
and no Newton... or something...
but it's sort of making your body aligned
to the fall and then unable to fall:
if the story of fallen angels was told
through the prism aquatic and Poseidon
i wish Yahweh had brothers
like that...
but even with Jesus Christ
and globalization that's near impossible:
sheer! the goats don't need their beards
and the sheep don't need
something akin to a tornado of a rodeo
and the bulls come bullfighting nonetheless
because there's so much blood
and no...

so...

learn to ride a bicycle < learn to swim <
what did i learn next...
oh ****! that's it!
learn to ride a bicycle < learn to swim <
learn to ride a horse < first encounter a woman <
have *** with a woman...
feminism hoo ah!
learn the bicycle spaghetti learn
the slurp and slow return
learn to swim is as much a learning
of accept the fates of the seas and tides
and learn: to not drown...
learn how to ride a horse...
learn how to joke at Alsatian shepherd dogs
tricking them: oi! swish! catch'ch'ch:
police nearby... the Alsatian: huh? idiot...
but after learning how to ride a horse:
comes a long wait...
< have *** with a woman...

can't help you matey... mate...
that's difficult... **** a woman and if any woman
in question is near: a coconut
i guess: retreat... learn of the existence of god
retreat become a hermit a recluse
write poetry and read Finnegans Wake or
something like fundamental like Proust
but
oh wow... you meet a woman
and then she's like: *******! *******! learn
to drive! you need to drive my daughter
from X to Z... and Y would i...
the car comes last

then again:
learning to drive a bicycle is like learning
to swim: the gravity impetus...
horses are exclusive so no comparison
first earn the trust and the allowance
of dogs being stupid
but then comes having *** with a woman
and driving a car...
Essex boy says
i only had 4h of driving lessons
and i'm already geared up for
speeds up to 100kmh
and how much of how driving a car
is a CLUTCH and how much of ***
with a woman is not *******
and what is the CLUTCH in a WOMAN
because a woman is not:
riding a bicycle
swimming
riding a horse
is very much the polymath aspect of
a snorkel science giggle with an octopus
i... oh jeez.. too many personal jokes
the bicycle < swimming < horse < woman < car...
i can only see it like that...
why would i want the woman to come last?
there needs to be something that implores
me to not allow woman a status
for me to be complete
a functional "being"...
to **** with ******* women proper...
by the end of the roulette i still want
all the remaining secrets of society...
and that's invoked, proper, with driving a car...
not ******* spelling words proper...
in English: within the confines of "orthography"
that Jackell and Dickens cared so much for
for about
orthography without any diacritical stresses on
letters!
******* English at least in Poland
i can look at the English
like i don't give a **** about never will
in Hawaii because that's just Polynesia
and blah...

now the saying should resound: given the fate of Europe, prescribed by the Jews... we should have hanged more burned more... now we're all getting is this cornflakes and dusty... it would appear that not enough Jews died before this virus of Christianity was finally devoid in our spiritual veins: when we tried to appease it with Buddhism... but Buddhism failed us... we wanted to be left alone from this: ha ha! ah ha! ha ha! this ******* worth of having so much science but the basic Rabbi geometry... what will the kippah niqqud teach: leech off of me? ****** might be dead: but... i still have nostrils noticing a whiff of... DIS-EASE...

**** tow a hope for English:
i just, don't: know:
what used to be an escapade into
Shakespeare has now become
this devilish smiley...
this Bangladesh in the *******
part of London: and the loons
are orientating
and the whole wide world
just spins... apparently with gravity
intact: there's no spinning motion invoked...
it just so happens that i'm
supposed to feel the last felt breath of freedom
of thought with the "English"...
ha ha! ha ha! ah! ah! ha ha!
the "English"...
before they did what the Polish-Lithuanian
Commonwealth intelligenstia
boor... dunno... you ask me one thing then
think that Christianity is a European affair:
Christianity is great...
if you're a Polynesian... in the necropolis
i see it:
the life already hard
and once you die:
they plot a ******* crucifix atop your head
at the ditto of your name and
subsequent grave...
and then there you are:
the life so lived so mediocre...
by death alone achieving the
transparent god... and "god"...
because by death alone in the ditto:
you earned it:
and that politcla sentiment clay clay
of women and their rights
like:
****** is forbiudden
but don't you dare! don't you dare!
declassify us murderer prone
because... said albino monkey
took to a hooplah!
you ******* urgh: my pro! choice!
so much for the choice that leads
to a dead end...
but are we defending the easiest
quest for ******?
i mean: my junk my *****...
hell... let's have a genocide!
if that's how it's going to get played:
i want war! war! war!
i want to ***** out a war!
i want Armageddon! enough Apocalypses
have...     i've had enough!
let my ***** and outright existential war
that Christianity was...
begun
and ended in a civilization of the crippling
of the inherent ontology
that's assured has been for many to know
the language of the flora of the north
no one asks about Christian Eskimos no one
no one one why would you ask
the Slav whether he might adopt Christianity
why ask a German why he might
now watch how the Holocaust happens
now ask if you:
oh i'll wait... like a slithering dark
naked angel eye of hunger
before
the Altar of Islam's INSOLENCE...
i just find ISLAM insolent...
and easily crippled... by a project of SOLO...
it's too ****** and i'm not bothered...
it's too ******* **** JAPATI and ARAB BLIND.

+i'm getting so miasma prone headaches thinking: well... if i were a Napoleon and someone gave me a gun... imagine how many people i would have killed: without thinking of one! ha ha!+

and if you are to see: horror of mortality:
first: with a thirst of memory:
thirsting: first shown:
when and then
you must see the glaciers
of the labyrinth: most corrupt:
by time indentation and time most
corrupt:
in a foreign tongue:
this tongue is not my own:
this zunge...
diese zunge ist nicht meine eigene
**** happens
a Heidegger's hammer
becomes a Matthew's clutch
or a Konrad'z bicycle...
you want to... see... wink wink...
horror?
i believe you! i believe you
want to see it: feel it...
but now my feet are pedestrian
and CLUTCH and etc
and i'm just talking about life and
life best happens when it is
talked about
summarize for me advances
when she said: whoever said
she was: sperk bank donor
to the head: spearm: spyr:
tortoise?
so the politics of the left
if i be right
is
equivalent to...
ensuring the rights
of females...
while at the same time
the moral quest...
they get... to perform infanticide...
so there's death and death breed death
and sorry...
call me spastic mr fantastic
but why but what given of god's green
earth
would i treat: in earnest
a woman's right...
sure! give her the right to vote!
but please don't give her
a right to reproduce:
if she is...
so
******* stubborn on the per se momentum
i mean: jukebox me...
i am going to go wholly poppy cutie pie
the **** when i might get aborted because
she's this ******* fake assurance
gizmo of...            eh?!
this world is to shreds like
i understand...
Christianity is a great Idea...
but like ?Nietzsche said:
it's not one for the Hyperboreans...
Christianity is great...
but not for the Europeans not conquered
by Ancient Rome...
this ******* RAT THESE ******* RATS
in this endless night: begone!
Christianity suffices to explain what happened
to the Polynesian People...
i hate my wife for thinking:
Christianity is universal... like Buddhism was?
tangent off **** me Christianity
is great! but not for everyone:
but not under the laughing tokens of haha:
turk + arab
Islam is idea pressure to suit us best!

+clearly, the ears, are pivotal: in terms of coordination - and the eyes too, but the eyes seem almost secondary...._

because i'm not a poet or a feminist or a vegan
or a combination of the three
because i'm not a vegan poet
or a feminist poet
or a vegan feminist
or a... i forget the quadratics
i like listening to Iron Maiden...
the driving instructor just said:
CLUTCH! CLUTCH! CLUTCH!
i said that with capital letters and exclamation
mark for my own emphasis...
so after i had enough spatial awareness
to go beyond the clutch for starters
on the field of maneouevuring
ontomatopoia
i will... leave a trail of spelling mistakes
because i'm so ******* excited
that i'm learning to drive
about to turn aged 39
and i'm also so excited about being
a man: a male... a man male...
******* narrative of the oppressed
peoples seems so strange when
you don't include the oppression
of how society starves for vampires and werewolves
and i wonder
but what of the LGBTQ++V/W?
what about the vampires and the werewolves
and the zombies and the mummies?!
i already said it to my wife
i don't need to say it to the world:
it's super serious it's super exciting
but after spending 30min with her on the automatic
gear box
and now the horror awoke and it was
big at first then shrank and became little
and i don't care what EVEN SHE WAS SAYING
shut up: the vehicle is alive i'm
flying
i'm dreaming
driving like this is a rebirth of the 20th century
since it was so freely avaliable for so many:
i don't care about spelling mistakes!
i'm learning to drive a car and not turn a car
into a tank and plow into a throng of people
at a Christmas market
or a bunch of junkies at Piccadilly Sq in Manch
Munch Ch'Ch'Chichister... **** yo boyo...
i had my highs and thankfully this is one
of them:
i'm not a poet i'm not a vegan and i'm
not a feminist:
i'm an example of some who says:
well... CLUTCH! CLUTCH! clutch before the hammer
of the STOP and the CLUTCH!
ghost limb and later an ego limp
from an automatic gesture
like salutations Hail Hishy Shaft and Shudder...
i don't know...
i went onto the balcony and thought about stars:
replied? blank... an utterly dark black almost
deep purple song alike so where
did the stars go?
but i'm not a poet a vegan or a feminist
i'm not a vegan poet or a feminist poet
as i am also not a something-or-other:
i just want to escape the cage
of riding a bicycle and swimming
and i acknowledge that people exist
who know not how to swim or ride a bicycle:
my grandmother...
hmm... i am just writing *******
and pretending to not think about
geopolitics but that doesn't really bother me
after all i might
end up being armed with a tank-of-potential
but i am no Shakespeare no rhyme when
once upon a time rhyme was cute and it was
written with intended rhyme so that actors
might remember lines
but we are not remembering so we are
forgetting so we are not going to rhyme...
why should poetry rhyme when there's talk
of emails and the wolf folk...
but at least i have the awareness of a cyclist
and a pedestrian now driving...
well... all i'm missing is a ******* ******
bullet and hole and aim...
because when all these proxy wars come
to pass and we gear up for Armageddon
i'll hope to be the last person to learn to drive
a car
when all the Japanese truck drivers slurp
and pray before their bowl of Ramen
and my stepdaughter breaks all her teeth on nibbling
on the dry p'ooh... oh hell:
words mean **** when you are given the feel
for a clutch and the two other pedals...

... and if there was a lineage of philosopher
and self-help gurus
who first learned to walk
before walking learned to trust an Alsatian
shepherd to put their entire arm into its gob
and before the people most precious
before the stubborn socio-political demands
for journalistic crab-bucket "democracy"
before some awe and yawn inspiring happens...
before all that
before all the physics:
i was young
and in mny youth i was supposed
to be planning a trip to the right of Columbus'
Copernican "prose"
way ahead in India and Thailand:
****!
i missed the plot!
All Saints: Pure Shores
with a...           Promise... Reyla and Priya
could fathom coconuts and peanuts
and elephants...
but i landed with a wife in somewhere
mid-/ late- Polynesia culture
and i'm just getting to the GRIT and GRIP
and also learning Polish Prison spreschen...
CWEL for a MYZYG another presidential
candidate and so much reality
is so Catholic in that it's so more distant
and sort of abstract in the geo-
geography and grammar and that part with squares
and algebra...
i think i have extension i call limbs
and limp knit picks and some other: ghosts...
but then again... i only have words
and i only have abberations...
hmm... and sometimes i call that love
and it's comfort profound to know
i was a pedestrian and a peasant and i've seen enough
because i'm so exited that
one liter of ***** will not get me drunk
beside there's a beyond i'm singing along
to a Christ Rea song on the M25
and i'm not getting ghost limb
itch because:
Mr. Mateusz the CLUTCH! CLUTCH!

then towers of time shine with a shrink
and the pools of the emblems of
space expand
and such is the trivial manifestation
of the mortal-play
that i found ?! and had a future
in thought
and went beyond mere ought-i and i-ought
and it happened so:
that from working within the confines
of earth
there was a heaven of answers
and a hell of questions
and the mediators upon earth
asked and asked...
but at least in heaven i will have
answers while
in hell i will only have questions
i don't think of Pavlov and
the bell chimes and rewards:
just give me the basis of infinity:
the basic square, magic:
the answer from which i can work with
and around...
not this salivating stupid... just the basic:
huh?!        aha!         hey presto!
if you think that god doesn't worry
about the existence of eternity you might be
quiet wong in the yolk of...
god is worried about people not having
the lost stomach to live to eternal...
sanity breaks like any machinery...
at some point i hope this fail-safe machinery
of planets will stumble:
burp... peasant *****...
but until that perfection fails...
we have hope
in reviving the smart
and the perfect engineering solving
problem and answers...
so until the planets stop doing what
planets might stop doing:
and we can stop claiming power of ingenuity over
the Devil because fire is less than
dirt from the basis of thirst
and need for problem solving
the Devil didn't know anything about problem-solving
so he was proud but if i'm surrounded
by people in an Islam pseudo
Death Cult and this passive Asian ugh
i want to get away from your \
Ninja breath-take-aways of
uncles and demons and
rotten ***** of the hijab....
      i don't want to live among Muslims... period!
get me away from these ****** junkies!
**** me: i'm getting arachnophobia feels!
ugh! get me away from these inbreds!
the Hindus know what i'm talking about
no wonder they are bombing the **** out from
these sand-*******! ugh! ugh! ugh!
i'm not a poet i'm not a vegan i'm not a feminist...
i'm just learning to drive a car...
a tier above laughing while spitting
at a camel
and teasing while ******* a crab
to valk STR8....        boogoo... who would have
thought that ghost need both bed-sheets
and cushions to borrow: boot... dunno...
New York stinks...
i thought i was heading to the Raj and Thailand...
i ended up in Hawaii...
if god doesn't live in me then
god needs no other place to live
for me to otherwise not speak: and him to: speak.

so i detoured into the necropolis
thinking about the Young Columbuses:
the poets who died premature deaths
when the 2nd Republic was shortly founded
before **** Germany
and the Soviets made "us" buckle upon
a dream...
i walked into the necropolis
i heard voices from outside
i cowered
i rolled a cigarette
now i'm listening to some Chopin
and i have: literally nothing in common
with the multicultural ghetto and psy-punk
tendencies of the ruling alt
of the anglophone realm
it's so sinister:
i'm not already twice removed
in terms of immigration status:
no wonder this boy came from this ****-hole
to now elsewhere:
but it give me juice... oh so sweetest
and there's that sinister barking of the dogs
like my property is my own
this sinister barking of the dogs
and the dogs aren't sinister at all
just the facade...
like: should i be wanting to live in
Modern Japan or **** Germany?
i don't know: these pseudo-Luftwaffe:
linksgerichtet! linksgerichtet!
schnell! schnell!
achtung! achtung! bitte?
i no longer know or care
perhaps when we are to be resurrected with
the dogs barking...
i will summon less of this modernity
post-modernity pop and more
like how the SS-mensch come
the cinematic ordeal of bullet
the train available is settled
and we are we are we are:
oh: this cometh: viz?
this ancient ritualism of Rome?
and yet the biological strigent
like i don't mind sharing and raising a tent
with the glorified blessings from Nord Afro...
i just wonder:
my place in this world: is there...
a place... in accordance with being
and via being with the world
but there's none if all the artifacts are
music for the guided wound up muscle of
happy monkeys...
i'm a happy monkey:
aren't you why aren't you:
we are the albino sloth and sleuth...
the clock tick tocks
as i was walking out of the graveyard
\i thought iu spotted a rat
it turned out to be a hesdgehog...
hedgehog...
twice removed on immigration...
but the people just come as they want
and as they will
regardless of bureaucratic pressures
regardless
i'm so ******* CRUCIFIX obedience
for the sake of: nodding like a Buddhist
TRI-ASMA of ******* guillotined...
how can you help me when i am so sore
i ask for help there is none
i ask for none there is no and help
and you can't solve this conundrum
of a pain that's a numbing
you can't
i want to cry but i can't cry
so i preserve continuing this bogus
affair
and there's so much history
in the tongue written that will leave me
defaced
this language of coordinating ninja Mecca
cheap Pakistani "grace"...
i don't want to live in this Babylon...
it's almost as if God is
making it known:
that Lucifer will be Atlas...
i'm twice removed:
i thought it was a rat scuttling while i
was emerging from the necropolis
but instead i found a hedgehog
delightful creature:
mein nacht... alles ******-verrinrung...
komma! komma!
al heil beschwichtigen!
    NAWIARGOCKI SZYM: O PROSTO:
SZEJ SZEJ! GOWNO
TSY: i MAM~
                  it runs a careful caress of
wonder: this tick tick tick
the clock
by 5am i will forget and she will
tell me:
Puerto Rican: but you must remember...
***** this is nothing
to do with OTTO of the West Side
Story...
the... NECROPOLIS comes...
like a gigantic slug this monstrosity
of **** and mouth and teeth
either side...
i pity the tides that ripple the fate
of London...
i pity the ghetto fabric of London
i pity this focus on the Emblem on the Eye
of the Perceiving not the Perceived
Eye i feel so negligent
buying my grandmother flowers
how
how
how i am punished for probably seeing her
the last time...
how i am punished while so much fiddle and nuance
is beset before the ordaining for
the existence of god
but if not omni- litany of god exist
then at least there is but i...
and by i alone i am allowed
to give measure to distance and sensibility
and all that... jargon juice...
ah yes... here i reside: i am closest to perfecting
the anti-thesis of fire from clay
by being this desperately alone...
and alone:
practice this petty feud...

as rereading of poetry (my own) goes:
it would read:
well... at least his father would be French
and the Lion would return
to Rome from the island where he would
leave a chimera to play with the unicorn
upon the question of the seriousness
of lineage
and i gather: my own life has taken
a funny escapade of demands and focus
because i should have been driving
before i have been walking in this modern-ity...
but before the sacrifice of
for now this man belong to the world:
he is not a man of the world:
he is a man who belong to the world
i was whispering the name like a football
chant: ole! ole! ole!
maybe when i die there will be a Pope
from Africa but before that stage is set
Islam needs to learn a few lessons in history
and history hasn't been kind to Islam:
initially yes, perhaps yes...
but history hasn't been kind to Islam
but at least the remains of the dinosaurs
in blood and all those little Towers of Babylon
in Dubai that all the Pakistanis are talking
about when they talk about
those who erected them in modern slavery
via Bangladesh for a few of us to not break
a sweat...
although this is not reminiscent of what it could
be
that i must feel so tiny
i did say! i did say! i hate this part where i "think"
i'm right... i did say: a Frenchman or an Irishman!
and down below
from above on the Papal Seal:
the Fleur de Lys!
and i just like dancing a dance before time
before anything truly happens...
and it seems i still wonder how to take Chriatianity
seriously i still think about
militant christianity i started to think of the empires
of faith and indeed the nation-state has dwindled
but not in the way the classical anglophone world
knows it as strictly individualistic
monkey trained capital and the freedom march
of miserable women...
i think... oh to hell with it... i'm going to drink
to the pope's health!
i could never succumb to the North American
version with those bogus preachers
i suspect the one billion strong army
of Catholic souls will grow more so now that
like Judaism was opened to the Gentiles of Europe
now Catholicism will be open and become
inheritance tax on the juke of the father
and the miasma and mothers of virginity...
i might suspect a revival of Catholicism in America
if England is going to continue to presevre
that **** way of going about capitalism
and the crushing of the individual under multiculturalism
one way: but as long as the minorities get to
their conclave and their ghettos...
       i like being intuitively aligned to the times...
and now i distance myself from my writing
as i have no ***** Roman jokes
i'm not even going to gloat...
                      because i'm already killing with a kiss
the vampire of learning the theory test for my
driving test
and i'm passing all the time and i still need
to do those 30 hours within the confines of
the driving school and pass the internal test
and then i have to leave to do Wimbledon
and some concerts in the summer
and will have to return for like a week and do
the county, external exam...
                    so if the Indians are at it with the Pakistanis
then it's a reminder: a new bishop of Rome was
elected
or just prior
because i then think of orthodox Christianity
and that's so obscure after the intervention
of Islam
at least western Christianity had an idea and blossomed
while who is to say anything spectacular
about orthodox Christianity in its origins
in Syria and Greece and Ethiopia...
at bit like those cognitive tourists pseudo-poets
from America in the Beatnik brigade being humbled
by oriental thinking like all-is-nothing
like then go to the Chinese market
and sell dog and cluck and spark a conversation
about t.n.t. and Batman and HIVCORONA...
no fool you but at least i adhere to the instrument
that dictates to me...
before the altar of the name and the dates
the confines of the grave
the open air... in the necropolis...
it's not the Cathedral of St. Peter
but my little brick corner of the coliseum of mortality
and the grave is where i pity my little thoughts
and i pity my little thoughts
because that's where i trap my ego
my ineffectual ego in all its egoness or egoism
and i know that the voice in my mind
is mostly trapped Satan
and i don't mean a Satan of grandiosity Miltonian
my own personal ineffectual vegetable state
sATAN... the Atman or somewhere in between...
but from one shadow to another shadow
a key was passed
and i hope the world didn't think that
this institution would bend the knee
and simply give into the people and say:
a BLACK POPE! since an Latino pope just died...
i just hoped there would be true learning
in judgement
and sometimes if you can witness an Electoral...
it's better than living in a Democracy...
yes... like what used to happen in
the Polish-Lithuanian Commonwealth:
whereby only the nobles were given rights
to elect a new king of Poland and
the king was elected from the lesser kings in waiting
of other nations of Europe...
well... so much for living in a Democracy...
i much prefer living in the crab-bucket of
the secular pride and agony of the current spoof
and **** mustard licking non-budge:
if there's that Hill of Rome with the Shining Light
and that process is a Tier above Democracy...
i will sooner believe in that Process...
whereby the Informed Elect are given
EARNED rights to vote...
than giving anyone the ******* trickery of:
where no hand washes another hand
instead probably resorts to ******* or choking
another or sign-language
and the grey matter of politics without the clarity
of 20th century adventurers of the desports
like ****** like Mao like Stalin:
those SPEZZIALS... of the 20th century:
dwarfing the authority of Popes and obviously
the Kings are extinct... are going to be:
the last reserve for some bricks and mortar relegated
to England
while Whitechapel Whittle Ingsh'shleen land is
and is the stink of New Bombay...
because you might think because it's written in English
it's not half rotting Irish and i want to
go away...
but at least in that sort of Democracy i believe
the process... the pomp and measure and circumstance
i believe in the Democracy that Elected
the Pope...
i don't believe in the Democracy of the People
that Elects the President...
because effectually that's an Election of an Election
and when i tried to vote in England
i realized i couldn't because there was too much
blockage
and i gave up
also realizing that i wouldn't be voting
for the Prime Minister but my local Member of Parliament...
so England the the Vatican aligned
although the Vatican makes more sense
than England
England is **** ENGLAND is ****
i don't care what it believes by now it's delusional...
i believe in a Democracy of the Elect...
i don't believe in a Democracy
as some bogus "god" given or "ontological" ripe
way to prescribe how people organize themselves...
i don't believe in this American Democracy and
its subsequent clamor and itches...
i believe in a Democracy of the Elected
elected through duty and patience and perseverance
but to give a vote out just like that...
who could possibly believe in the western
notion of democracy
when that sort of democracy of anyone for anyone
i believe in strict rules i believe
in being informed...
kick a rock down the road and call it a disgruntled
mountain...
like the media that parasite of democracy
that is this beast...
thankfully the Lion has returned to Rome
from the marriage to a Unicorn in England
and i'll maybe i'll whoever will leave
a fake Lion a Chimera still wedded to that Unicorn
and perhaps the Lion will return to Rome
and what a great opening with Ave Maria and talk
of peace with a smile
because i too wonder what the stresses of
that position will bring but then you wonder
how resolute and Park-Ming-Son
   Jean-Pauli-zhe-Sek-Und woz...
                                and wow... these elections happen
with such spectacular precision children weep
and i'm lost in believing the western world
or any alternative is giving me enough
care to worry about the world to preserve itself...
i'm content:
i did whisper the name... leo... leo.... leo...
ah but with hindsight and knowing how the internet
works: charlatan! you want to be right!
not really...         i did predict a Frenchman of the throne
of st. Peter...
double whammy he also has H'American credentials!
ha! and there's me also applying for a Green Card
to ******* to Kauai... so... m'eh m'eh... BLAH!

i do wonder under how many years\the Greeks
spent under Islam
the Islam of the Turks an Asian variation
a Euroasian vision
go pleae give Australia give us a hug
because of AC/DC and Silverchair
and the BBQ "keyboard"

there i was thinking it would be a great
cover to drink
a little bit a little bit a little bit too much
in grandma's house
before the Black MAdonna MY Lady
peace before the Swedes took over
thje party....

Brastislau
Brelau
     Bronis'aw Brodorski
i ten ch'op ten obok:
ja ja! schnell schnell!
te oba! te dvaj!
daj daj daj~!

just enough poison with enough
touch
because i read Olson and Welles
and Pound:
this petty worth of imagery
and the lady from the hills...
to night adventure
into hopes of dreams
in the culprit with the huddling pigeons...
a return to 6am sunshine and walks
rather than sleeping in...

i like watching a football match
on the balcony
because the air is tight
and cold
and i'm living a plagiarism of Knausgaard's
life i am learning to drive
a car and my birthday is coming up
and i'm actually getting **** done
like talking to my fairy godmother
i don't think she knows
my life in Poland
she only only knows my life in England
and in English
she doesn't know that i live
a double life a double lie therefore
the truth
i think of god when i'm alone
and watching a football match
i was going to save that joint
for when i was planning to graduate
with a driving license i was going
to exchange on the black market
of the banana boat men
i was going to lead the catholic revival of England
i would make it my mission to convert
England back to Catholicism
and i would be there
like an Islam
in my Catholicism
i would have the Empires of the Incas
the Aztec
the Spanish Indians
not the English Indians
that Chimera Beast of the British Empire
it would be an Emblem
of a Unicorn and a Chimera:
not a Lion
and there i would put my green cross
on a flag of yellow
i admired the flags of imaginary countries
like the white and black PRussians
i would think about history
without looking at history books
i would be the only stoner in the village
the village Shaman
and this is res cogitans
going to bed with res cogitans
and therefore inflating geating ready
to put on dream armour and

become the Id...
66:30
PSG 1 : ARS 0
agg 2 - 0
and the t.v. is super down low
and grandma i'm only passing
through this couldron of witchy spells
i predicted an Irishman or a Frenchman
to be the next pope
i'm also covering the Election of the Pope
like i am youir fight against Islam
if there is Islam in England
then there is also Catholicism in England
and we are over a BILLION strong
let me flex my muscles
at the University of Warsaw

68:10 a missed pentalty by PSG
not a Spanish
not Americas
let Christianity return to Europe
where it was defended
please let it return to mediate
the English with the Norsemen and translate
to the Low Germans...
that became English
the SWABS and CWIK... some picture
i forgot to take when
walking thinking i'd memorising it
but there's also the Election of the Polish President
and i think i'm kinda patrtiotic in a way
i think the Pope died
when i came back to Poland
or no: that would be nice
but like a Catholic rat i scuttled back
and the media can be protestant
and Anglophile or whatever
the Universal B;lah blah
i'm the SHAMAN of the residence so many drunks
walked through these walls i sometimes
do wonder how my grandmother
streuggled through it
and she says it like a nun swearing
but today i was making custard
with my wife and daughter over the phone...

72:12

PSG 2 - ARsenral 0

lost on agg

****! i missed a gole! **** ****! too busy
thinking about god and nothing
and id est
cf.
est id ego?

            loot the womb come out empty
no brothers
no sisters
thinks his grandmother is a serial killer
or maybe High Priest
like the Mother in Dune
some temporal shift wavey lines
i mean a French Pope
a Pope **** Pope French
i've been biting my nails and
Ądam EwĘ
  
   tym kolem zamnkne i jak niby zapomne
to powiem z kresk'

   tam tak zastomne
zapowiem
pan zastepow
pan kazdy swej mowy
i tym diarkytyka
pan nad polaka: 'yd
no znaczy: 'yd:               Er                     Zet...


77:12
PSG 2 - Arsenal 1

     Ż i tak od litery do litery a' do Sokratesa:
i tak jakim tam tam
innym to Grek
i nie inny Pan s'owem
to te pierw szkice
a nie 'kice///

             tak bzu bzu bzu
i ten 'yd           i Egipt
i gYpt

i do remember quiet vividly that when i was in Russia
i was never allowed to turn on
the television to be fed state propaganda:
no chicken no cluck no breadcrumbs from the Tsar's
leftover table...
now... i find myself unable to consecrate thinking
with not thinking:
there's this neo-Cartesian impasse
when it comes to juggling
the trinity of the things that:
think, extend and are nothing...
              i like my calm neo-Cartesian model:
some assurance from mathematics and its
strict abidance to geometry... blah blah...
to the squint and octopus eyed ones nothing
more than a lazily attached Q to an A...
that whole Hebrew borrowed immigrant schtick
that seems exhausted in H'America...
like Hyat! Attention! Seigl! Achtung! Achtung!
words like custardo-******* pie-oh! yong-tung!
mmmiasma mmmiasma
the reality of the stiletto and the surrealism
of the elephant...
    how Debussy is someone who gave
piano a rhythm and melody
while there is no rhythm or melody in Chopin:
not shoe shoe my red wrinkling toe makes
gestures for imitating mouth
i said: CHOP a PIN
i didn't SHOE or otherwise...
i didn't say LIST i said LISHT...
why must it be so hard, otherwise: this otherwise
being now
just enough bread and ***** to
give enough creases to the bedsheets
of the demons wearing them
and my how tiny New York (Manhattan alone)
seems
i didn't see much of the "other" areas...
but in this little town where i currently
reside who knows how big anything is
or how anything small:
but a crusty bun with pumpkin seeds
and enough butter
and if my wife keeps reminding me that
she's 18 years older i
just don't know how that will make sense
but for all her ordained prowess to feel
so empowered
she's throwing at me these stones from the Vatican
and Mecca
and i'm not the one to be
a lunatic gesticulating praises in the middle
of the day when other sensible people
are in the marketplace selling vegetables
and spewing Roman squat...
but this Cartesian model... to fathom egoism
and egoism's retraction within the confines
of the RES VANUS was
always going to be missing when presented with
the grand God and Cogito
or... otherwise...
from the res cogitans and the res extensa
because even my sensible well adept godmother:
doctor etc. etc. might ask a question
while i was falling asleep:
because i wasn't
for her to scribble some forms
and that whole scenario played out
so broken: like a scrutiny of a paraphrase:
but so alone within the demands of glue and eyes
before the television
i fall asleep
to a searching screech and by due...
i'm not here to relax i'm here to learn to drive
an elephant after being given no allowance
to drive a bicycle after already walking...
after being allowed to pay the fair for a bus...
so... talk to monkey explore the parrot's circus act
but even modern pop is so modern i
tend to opt out than to pop us
as receiving the congested messages
of scheme...

because i listen to music so infrequently, now - these days,
if i am attempting to scribble something or, other,
it takes great and at the same time so diligence
as to what i will choose to feed my hearing...
to preserve the purpose
or to at least keep a sense of sanity: and face:
i opt for something classical
and within that: i can crawl into the ***** of prose
and and... a poetic... journalistic cascade of
free-form: whereby i am not dictated by obligations
of whatever it is that is already spared
by dictates of ink and paper:
a break into prison planet: as Copernicus-Nostradamus
could have said about the advent of the internet:
by no nobility by the same "gentry":
it's only "if" and "now" that i have a "wife"
and by "wife" i implore the distinction between
obligation and the freefall before death
this insinuated demand of her's to spare her
the gruel and details and some of being left
stranded on a desert island...
some music soothing... almost all that is necessary
and not like genuflecting: some parody of faith
she tries to translate into telepathy...
i roll another cigarette in secret and i'm
alone on purpose:
in that solipsistic limbo of ghosts who have just
been born into a cabaret of voyeurism
that nothing like a stand-up comedian in
the English-speaking-world can match...
such a flicker of dust or ambiance
of semblance with the moon...
Satie's Gnossiennes are not the competition
between Liszt and Chopin and
hey **! hey presto! the demand for maestro and
the garden gnomes to sing in rhapsody...
i can't pick up the Satanic Verses and think
they are worth the cut of mustard
when that's the mustard eaten after
a dinner by the dollop and spoonful to appease more
appetite...
i think i will make my bed
and call it nighty-night before 10pm comes...
and i will know as much of me as i know as much
of me now
because even if i were to read a poem
ugly beautiful meaningful or elsewhere
my wife would still think me funnier than funny
with my Catholic gesticulation:
but i of no faith still go to the necropolis and light
a candle a at the grave of my family long gone
not out of some diligence:
without question... without ask...
i do so because in that instance i am not
reprimanded for lack or loss of belief:
i just find a mirror and myself in it
and i don't ask...
why... on earth in hell or heaven above
ask such a pointless question that serves
an answer for a sieve without the curios movement
of water...
as such... Darwinism and ontology:
and since when man... categorized as animal
behold... this mammal of equal parring with ape
and lion...
decided to question his ontology further
and became accustomed to the ontology
of ants and of social order?
when will we have ourselves for ourselves
and leave the ants to the ants for the sake of ants
but instead
these ontological chimeras of apes dressed in
exoskeletons and elsewhere:
so i was stressed so this theorizing the testing of
my aptitude on the road worth of:
i hope the worth of a tank and not being a pedestrian
of a cyclist involves so much ******* nuances
but that's not the point:
Satie is playing and i'm typing
but i can see my wife laughing:
oh ha ha! why go to the necropolis and light
a candle at a grave...
so... erm... so?       so i can have a moment
with my own mortal self?
i recently lit a candle at the gravestone of my
father's grandparents
of whom i have no memory of...
so i rolled a cigarette and drank 200ml of *****
like a typical Gypsy...
and that's in Poland so a place that used to be
a haven for gypsies and Jews before the advent
of the Hippies in Western Europe and America...
yet even tonight...
i think i need more Debussy than Satie...
i went on my night round and when grandma
asked i bought some ice-cream and some
pork meat: whole cut! whole cut she said...
well... i looked at the prices...
if i were to buy prepped mince pork rather than
own a mincer and bought a whole piece whole:
i'd be buying 3x the price...
obviously i bought some *****...
because memories started flooding in
and i had a headache and i thought white magic medicine
of the paracetamol wasn't enough...
at least alcohol helps you to relax
when you are stressed...
given enough fresh air and the space between other
people in a KURVIDOWEK like the town
i currently occupy:
it's both headache medicine and a sedative...
and if you quest for not turning on the television
after a certain hour:
you almost get a sense of how Norwegian literary hermits
live with all their Noble prizes and intuitions...

the breaking into the enso...
that the Cartesian model missed...
that there is the res cogitans
and that subsequently there's the res extensa...
sure...
but where does egoism and solipsism
the inflation conjure itself like a Kantian res per se
arise from?
surely from the res vanus: the empty thing...
countless times i could: COULD have been
told by jubilant "Christians" that
Catholicism is an understood plague
equivalent to that of Ishmael:
but by now it's all economics and the cheapest
labor
and why western women feel disinclined to
promulgate the species
because our curiosity has been satiated
and it only takes the fringes to get some hair
and some comb over... politico juice...
but that's not enough:
drop a centipede into a glass reservoir of
crawling stampedes of cockroaches
and... some ontological revelation?
but as man or monkey and why
would a monkey think itself not a monkey
while man constantly thinks himself not a man
but somehow all the other proponents of bio-mechanization?
like me lighting a candle before a grave is
somehow a translucent travesty for the Christian
belief of: by the word said by the deed exacted...
Islam doesn't bother me...
it doesn't even fascinate me...
it's just some miraculous *****-juice of verbiage
that learned akin to AI to build brick-on-brick...
nothing more...
the quest for late 19th century Paris
being established
as was:
perhaps reminiscent of the Medieval period
time of Islam were homosexuality was rife
because... the harems were without ******-Toys...
perhaps...
why should i care: is that pride talking
or my ambivalence toward nothing?
after all... if my egoism is to be critised:
by the extended thing i implore my surroundings to
give me vector:
but without an external thing:
my res cogitans structure becomes schizoid:
lucky me for also being bilingual!
but imagine me not being so fortunate!
imagine me when in the pit of the res vanus
with a res cogitans unable to escape!
because without a genuine world
and a genuine identity that is what happens
to these poor unsold lots of man
and their tribulations...

a war is happening
and
there's being
and war is a happening
and an inclusion
and ex-
  this little London
this my May by month
in Poland
and there are people
in my life i love

i loved
but now
Danka
Alex
Miroslav
Eve
Helen
Edie
REyla
REyla
Reyla thank
you thank me less
forget you
but i can't leave you alone
idiot
when in includced....
SPELL SPELL SPEEL
my my
i think i said
i'm the shoe missing
male...
for a my my
precious
nmy preciouys
what's that... my imnploded ***
manipulatr
my fairy tale
godmother
i think of a ******* driving license
and she things of a carriage
of a pumpkin and a glass slipper!
for ****'s sake!

not pop
universal
concept
1 + vq1 = 2>
1 + 1 = 3....

i "think:"
****
project
maybe little
me too
christ--******
and jesus-aloph
no o no o no no o no
*******
let's go ***
but the fucjk am
i to tow Seattle?!

she reads my ppetry... great....
now she solving my gpal
wearing goldpoasts
in the next weekend in the priestly
the moon the tide
the sun and the bask
dealing with tge qydratuc qyoeuebt
spelling
see coloud
proper...
\  
    
            see the prp
colour uzzle in hummiung
based first degree\

           a cvzt
a czt czy ja nie pierw
i po tym Polski
i po tym Zya
af pytam
i af af af
te puara: teh pjoral=
tym koty gna(s)

kto o sen pyt i grot!
PYT i GROT
[plski....}

?                              gp





__/                         d!

take time,
invest in it:
like you might
in stock

i believe money
originates in the
demonic-techno-ontological
being of DEI-MON...
who's father is lost
playing video
games in absence
within the realm of
reincarnation
as much as the blame
goes onto Europe
via Russia
i think the crisis is felt
unvirsally
across Asia and Europe

my pet project
i've been looking
i've been looking
for Satan and Loki
but Satan is a title
bestowed upon Men
in this Anti-Catholicism of
denegrating Angels to Sainthood:
a Saint Michael
and a Martin Luther King St.
not Jr
but St
like Saint Street
in New York
i don't know
i was in \New York
i walked through it
like a plough-ghost
i was asking for spare change
of the soul that comes to me...
my t.v. is the imitation
of Icon
in Iconography there's no ******
****** explored religiosity and
the politics
but not the art of painting icons
and look at the Black MAdonna in light
now look at me...
say: acha! ah! ah! sneeze!
this wonderdrome of paved light
and my footsteps echo
i am alone in the barren memory grave...
let those i know
not make me switch up on all
the available t8.v5
channels... i'm getting a headache
i just realised before
going to sleep:
we speak a speak of a la nguage
luggage...
******* luggage:
embryo and the woman's ego...
get a chicken:
prized: bonus... an egg...
and i had to walk the night of the soul
i walked the night of the soul
as i walked the day of mind
in this night and in this cold
oi thiol my grandmother is afraid of me
io think thinks i am older
in my grandmother
and here
body
there
mind
i think of my father
when he said
youi should phlosophy books
in old age:
but what i wouldn't with such SCARAB OF MIND
and apparently so much Police...
if iu were biorn a translator...\
politics of love from those living
in the Necropolis
like good catholic lighted...
and nsaid to whispers
in the sight of hearing died
and children stopped singing
and the men started talking
and when it would be known that
i wal;ked a oath of god
for the Path... to be revelled road
not the egpism of the solip[sism
god reminds
that he doesn't walk alone
god walks around
but god does not walk alone
he is la allah lah
i walk alone and this crux
like imagine Jesus stranded on
New York Christ-Icon
let us imagine christ-icon
the res extensa
and jesus the res cogitans
now let us think for
a while
concerning
humanity's quest for Messiah:
the God Temporary...
peopl;e are asking for
a Temporary God:
autocratic born
from the sort
like Satan King Blessed Country
my MYthical Poland
En gland is an Airport
i'mn going places:
i'm going Kauai...

         iagine being 72
and reading philosophy for the first
time...now imagine:
i spared my youth in philosophy books
and 30s became practuce gtround
on testing human vaginas
on male tarots and imbecile ego
projectiles....

grease my leather
tank in
my iron grease
i say

STANISLAV IGNATIOUS WITKIEWICZ...
A Farewell to Autumn
i am a bibliophile
\too
i think
      
      do i ; look OO l l l
lk i was ghi
thinking of Greece
and bPolish girl wants
a Greek boy
but can't recognise it from out:

not one has translated that book
into English
how about
i know
who christ is
anbd who jesus
isn't...

    ket us begin.. HIERLL

le clerc
this untidy ghost
this untidy ghost
serves a master halves
no half
no glutton
from mirror-narcissus
apostheys-hammer...

i need Greeks...
to question by the testimony of qyarters
the following...

the book the idol
and the chirrup
don't worry:
fame is not memory
fame fades quicker than
memory...
let you leave
memory in the few
than fame in the many

wife said
let you leave
memory in the few
than fame in the many!

yes.... that'snme:

i'mnthe adamant figure
Welsh?!
Ri?!
SH?
SCOOT!?
i bask in this Island
is bigger than London
no bigger than

inbce i would be bought for night shifts
and at times i would get them for free
and i would see
the Cartesian-Heidegger model
that Heidegger proposed the revived
version of the res extensa
with his dasein

i was going to fall asleep but
today i felt like a child
in my grandmother's house
and under the matriarch
i became a restless child
and i need my tobacco ADHHD
anti...
whatever you want to call it...
and i went shopping and bought
pasta
she asked for pickled things
and some lemon juice
but she didn't mention wanting
a soft drink
but i bought some PEPSI
anyway and some bread
anyway....
and i soft cheese and canned tomatoes
and pasta
and i'm going to make a creamy
tomato pasta no meat
i might add some lentils on the sly to thicken
the sauce up
but that's what truly keeps me sober
sane and insomniac at times
there-being is
the equivalent of extended-thing...
i see Heidegger in Descartes:
why can't you?

at my grandmother's parlour
in Ostroiwiec Swietokrzyski
im becoming a Pope John Paul II
globe-trotter
i'm in poland
and English is so far away
i saw the four Hindu Horsemen of the Apocalypse
Today
in the countrysides of Poland
and
actually smuggled some Mary and Juan
into Poland:
self-prescribed
in my grandmother's parlour
i am sitting by a table
in england
i'm hunched over
my bed
the wrong
now the evolved man spoke
and man spoke
and in this bread and wine
land
a land flowing from bread and wine
bread from the sky
and wine in the seas
and rivers
and no milk and honey
the second promise
and by the Jews second
i will bring you to the land
of bread and wine
to realize the second circle of heaven
for hell matched heaven
on the schematics...
i feel like
jack nicholson in:
as good as it gets
i don't need money
i see incremental exponential of change
i see my life
and how there might be a conflict....
imagine experiencing what
you experienced
NOT
in the realm of bilingualism
and that is the third circle of heaven
the bilinguals
the truth-truth sayers
the spaceship and who walks among you
the philosophy of the pedestrian
and the cyclist
before i get into the tank
and plough plough plow through as many
people as i can
fall asleep with the sliding kippah
and Hanguel: only dominant in the late
20th century...
freed from Japan:
the Korean minding of losing the Kanji:
the Asian ideograms...
are there only four to compete with the
Taetragrammaton...
bring your own self and troubles
before the altar of death
and bones
and how much is 35cl of *****
when you brought some medicine
and it's the melancholy of the self-reminiscent-"self"
like puberty blockers
and there was so imagery around the place
and you did see the Christian-West Question
not the Christian-African
or the Christian-Asia came around
clearly the Anglo-Christian project failed...
the whole that is England
and America
and Russia also failed and Rus-Orthographic-
Culture-Tourism-Christ-anaema...

       over the phone
she only just found out
that i have a surrogate daughter
and i'm seemingly
shortcrust
when i bring these words
and upon the altar
of geography
Israel the land of milk and honey
while God of the Christians:
said...
come to Poland to the land
of bread and wine
and will show you the death of israel
in the dust of the holocaust
and i will show you the ashes being
spewed forth on the living reality
geographic
if Israel is the First
State
then Poland is the Second
State
and the Estate: as far as we know:
is the Lingua Freeze-Tease....
sorry story of my family's life story
thus told...
maybe i should read
Jame Joyce in Polish
i think i should my grandmother taught
me to love books
and i have am
having de mons summon the count
and account....
take the detail there can't be a being
of two mouths and one eye!
there can't be a DAJJAL ONE  AND
ONLY
how ALLAH wed himself
to themselves
the Evolution of Allah
from Iblis to the Dajjal...
Allah: Dajjal...
summon the 1 + 1 = 2 words
say something pictorial:
let the sound venerate vibration
and that encoded is tomb
arrived at through closure
it is not megalomania
or self-departing
this is and shouldn't ask....
           crying all through the train
all 2h of it
i don't know more comfortable
*** first or feet down.

the fear of spiders
or...
the fear
of... over-chewing
cashew nuts
or
fighting against
cov ert
epilepsy..

       the fear of spider
or the fear of seizures...
and i
     Y;')

      i'll ask
maybe someone might know
and i mnight know
and everyone might know
but not everyone is allowed
or being
in the permitteed
realm
allowed to know

sterssor fat: intake
chef:
best chapati's
say goodbye
hannibal lecter
the subjective-objective
hirurg:
the sculptur
aor
of urgency...
nuts..
salted? or sugar riddled:
fat *** knows my patterns
she want to tow god and call him
the model christ
because that was the only one
surrogate
and abortion miracle child
ever in history:
so we go on and say:
how rare1 rare rare rare!
there's a deep crising from the available
mustard:
of man alone
to the mayo of a woman being with man
and the man writing so...
for the overall shift numbers:
yes, an improvement
and who wants to be in a shell
when the entire Toitanic sinks and history
is square:
non-linear moving with foiur directions
yet in harmony of marriage
with two H's wed:
how Y wed to W
and from Adam came Eve
we did not by deed and not n'see it?
i saw it:
in dying... and the lost of loans and i owe you\
/?/

the quest for the doing
is done
now it the trans-generational
above
trans-gender like Satan is
to *** like Christ
is to Age...
imagine Christ as Age
and Satan as ***
and never ascribe the names
Jesus and Nazareth
now filter
through all that is worshipped
in the history of man
then find the individual
in the history of a history
then break the ibn
individual once more
then learn how Special New York
is
and London is too flat
and no aim
of the bliss the Osmosis
like a breeze from MAnchester
from the north of England
i think it's
DES ROCS - never ending moment
i trihnk my poetry needs this it it
i'd it it:
i think i'm moving porecvelain from
Liverpool through to Southend...
i think my wife
thinks i work for the MAFIA DEUS
i think my wife
thinks i work for the mafia of god...
i don't trust thse trustworthy people and my daughters
and don't do an AMASEUS
but anon:
ha ha... oh heez i jeez
i remember summoning my TOTEM
FOX
and i know all that... i think: i think that i am...
grammar up garden not sand and pyres
and pyraminds
from the garden asking
Jew
my proportionate number
asking...

                   the solitude and the timing of
punctuation;
thus the emerging tribe of solitutdes...
not the chosen tribe
the people a nation
you are mistaken
we are the tribe of the solitudes
and the thrists of the mysteries of the first myseries..
i will give you: woman:
the weapons:
but i will not wage your war...
i will be more Hephaestus
than
Mars...
i will ask GHera
Hera: more than Christ:
in a marriage:
i will ask the Polytheistic DEities
and even my daughter says
she says stop being so
Christian and Alt-Punk...
the religion hides in the open
from the sleeping ****** and Communism
of a people of Russia
and the Former Mongolian Empire...
because so many peopl e are
rigid and fridgit... and
i can't stop shaking...

how little time
but thank god
i can think these thoughts
and then
later struggle like
King David before
the Pslams
and leave only "holy books"
behind
and i saw myself in fire
before the water
on a beach
and i was eyeing a mountain to
climb
in my harvest i counted
the waters
from heaven rain on the earth
and give us
rivers
and lakes
and i worked geology from stone
and ice
comes god **** big wig
me...
"''"
and the '""'
sound the difference:
Iouses and luciferous are coming home
i am returning from the Islands
of Hawaii
from England
to Poland
and i asked the Polynesians!
i asked them!
rid me of western individuation
phiolosophy
and the End Result
the Atomized Man
EUROPE AWAKE!
EUROPE AWAKE!

EUROPREWAKENBEWOE!WOKE!

fake born
i have an accent
i am a foreigner
but these sons are mine
i loved
the English Youth
and i gave them black clad bicycle gang
membership
and i saw them cycling down
ny street
even my father
i think of god closest
my father my mother and god
the distant youth
oh rhyme when i think of you
how immortal the flame of the shield
the immortal flame of
the mediocre field injenction jive
and jibe...
jibe..the minds are at work to get
the jyst
i am writing in English
yety Pope
YETI POPE
DEVILs WORSHIP
it's a Miltonian Democracy...
watch **** play guitar
get a milk and mIFl...

  because i have spaceship ***
gets me ***** and egos
into the stars
i'm actually using
****
to find me *******
i am aiming
******* is whiskley
is good...

the bgrvity of one the gravity
of one
the Himalayyaans and Ann Anne please
i'm a married man
and labour comes
free market
i open a book of poetry
like a priest opens a book of the bible
i am warrior
i am priest
i am the first and last responder
Nottingham Forest
Biblo ******* Baggins
the Prodigy
Hiblo Gillbtr
Hillbruh
like pianiast
****-Israel
not Christian-

.......................
..........................
.............­.......................

long long pause...
we talking
Hiedegger
bishop cardinal
CARDINAL
and (pope_

like sign language i think
pause...
   pause
the flies are gathering
and the blue bees and
the indececie
in de'en CCs...

          SMOCZEK
ja
WIDZE...
to tonna polskiego
kto ja trwam i zmacvh
in ten chwyt w pravo:
O tem: tan tan tan-tan-tan
tantantan  000100010001
pytam:

nie o slowo:
wskazufka:
numer: err err

pytam BINARY
PYRAMID
THAMES IS EYE
of ALEXADRIA
vowels are 1
consonnants are 0
there are more of them O
0

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i pray there's hope
no from one puddle of the world
like London
but from poor Poland...
a Pope
a learning prospect of the the Late Roman
Empire...
i am the pope of the Navigation and
the Dead End people of
this world without
Nation
or skin beyond deep
orange came from pink
dust and protest
i will see
the driving in living
and given so much of life
learn to ride a horse
HUSAR do DOMU
HUSSARJA DO DOMU
ZAWRACA....
ku temu domu ja wracam...
za i wy wy wy
jak tak blisko Arab stoji
i ten kwota(,)
pleaese let us pedantic i told you
colt
stay away from my girl
i wonder
she asks me
i know my shadow
and your *** is spaceship
believe me girl
i am loving you i'm at the cruxres-vegna...
VEGNA-Road...
moim: to polskim
to znad Landu... i to powtarzam:
tego blosko:
bosko:
i tego z siebie dam
dam wam znac
za EZTDEM...
RZY consta Z(.,') YDA....

    pokwitewanie...

  pok kwi t'eh o'h w'annnia...

desert and the dessert of Rome
the myth of Greece
and Democracy...
i see Rome confiscated by both
Greece and Islam
Greece is already under Islam!!
Greek is imbued with the Love of Islam...
Greeks have
abandoned Christianity
when
they listened
to the 1 + 1 = 2
\if
if/

    here you are: and i am: black
and priest...
the English can be the last civilizational srtate
of being
and you can be excused running
naked
i wonder
the poets and the priest
who youi want c.c.t.v. from god
with the priests and poets
and i wonder
how the poet-philosopher
poet phiolsoopher priest
anfd she
is
poet prostititute
tutti frutti
mother
maiden
not another P or Ps or P...

oh right...
i'm a winner because in ****
i bandaged
the right *** right
and i'm hearing the aid
LESBIAJBANJO
BANJOLEZZBOHWOH...

i'm getting the grit of
the [personal with
the grit infused:
there's the locality:
a: locality:
there are other funeral dewvices..
the article beyond the
definite and indefinite article
the plural
article and the possessive article
and i will not do this job
on hte page,
nail... and the cursed lips
i aseked wind and Barking *******...
invitation to do your work
cherish is:
long before
there's a time of keeping signifying memories
like impassable objects:
a res cogitans can't pass through the res
but a res extensa can
res extensa is telepathic and
myopic and reptile:
in ape in waiting...

the suits descended
and i was
the [arty boy active
i think
the romance
with Thailand
and the lady boys
i think the *****
are about to choose
the next Pope
i think the *****
are.
how many times
does it sweast a donkey
until it qualifies
as a racehorse?
just let me know
it\s like
green is before
amber...
not red amber
i think forgot
got my memory wing wok wonder
i i chill max
i chase each outs
and put out pout...

the suits descended
and i was counting
the number of toes
in my heels
and Chi-Achilles...
i think we settled the man-child
weight\outcry

          these priests
are not welcome
but those trenmbling under the *******
and i told them
that there's both an evil  and good
balance to having ***
and there is partentage
of the parternship
of which the holy ghost is shared
by both nmen anbd women
to give birth to either Abraham the Patriarch
or Khadhirah: the Isaac the Patriach
but her the Literate
my feminism is my Islam
i have seen
too many wives
and plenty of woos..
woe upon woe
until there but 3 woes...

escape the throws
of circumcision:
seems pretty basic
have these make
advent to and froh with
FROH
like THROTH...
the peacock of spelling..

aerospace the birds
in my head
and in between my twins
my ears
and eyes
but the perfume
so ****** don't be snogging sorrows
GG GG RR
arrows?!
LOOSE!
arrows?!
LOOSE!
WAR!
EDUCATION

wembley, 26th and 27th of april 2025
will be memorable 2 days
of my life
i know
i also don't know why
but i knows i and knowing knows knowing
and knowledge is
a bit likt a ledge of history
i came across the intellectual Satan
and the intellectual Satan is still not the Intellectual
Christ
i wonder about the books he didn't write
but instead read
and
i woke this morning and i didn't
have the shakes of the hands
and i worked today
i took it seriously
and people took my seriously
and even i think
took myself serious
and i was about at work doing
the basic security function
and everyone was so compliant
but there i saw myself
being ordained with the Crown
of the Anti-Law...
the lawlessness is my gift unto the world
while Christ broke of the Laws
of the Narrative...
$6.20 bottle of *****
of liquid honey
and if i were to paint at easier
paint Kauai on astarry night
i still think if should become a painter
and leave the poet with
the philosopher
i think i should begin with painting
the living space
your mocha mocca swizz late...
or whatever you want to call it
if i had all the fountains in this world
under Wembley
the national treasure of architecture
because Rome is Anti-Church
and the Pope has not been chosen
yet
and i'm looking looking
because Big Brother spoke to the denominations
of the Christian World where
the Protestant Man Set Foot
where Catholics we branded fools
in the Mines of South America
and the Pacific Rim
i call the Pacific Rim the ancient
geography of this world...
i include the Pacific Rim South America
and the extent of Polynesia...
Quorus will not wake me at 4:30am
and i have a child devil of a cat
and i also thin k
i think have a wife and a stepdaughter
upon walking into the door
i am to tell my demented grandmother
the story my mother and Ilona
tell themselves
if i were a lie: i'd be many a lie:
i would summon all the lies
before the one truth
because as much as there might be an Original Sin
you must bow before me
when i usher in the words: Original Lie...
tell me an original lie and i will
show you for all the *******
there is no lie... bigger than the ORiginal Sin
which is like Judaism in Christianity
to Hell and Save the Jews
i tell you Original Sin is the Judaism aspect
of Christianity not purged
certainly:
ISLAM SHLUT UP!
just working with a lot of Hindus and i think
of the Pacific Rim i think of the world
turned upside down...
looking at the Delta of the Thames
like i might forward to Alexandria and backwards
to Mecca
i will show my lovely *** i will
i will cage a Sri Lankan
i will rummage in the garbage
i will wash a can of coca cola in the bathroom
i don't i will be very human
and wise and wiser no above all a Dog
and i thought to greater leisure
but this intellectual far-fetcher is a disco when
i heard those Polynesians talking between the continents
to the other islanders
and i have to admit the English are
drunk with Rome
with civilization the historians call it the Afghanistan
of the Ancient World
i like thinking of England as the Roman Empire
Afghanistan of the Ancient World
even before the Accents:
Rome had to be overcome and the Germans
invading:
took the trouble of subjecting Afghanistan...
of the Ancient World: England...
it is only with the Germanic tribes invading
were the Celts finally banished to their strongholds
of gods and intellects...
       cooking cauliflower also stinks
like pushing out **** in roaches... i think we
could have an understanding
i was pitchside for the Palace Games
and pitch i smoked an umbrella and drank some pickling juice
then i drew an octopus while thinking
of my brain relaxing among sponges
and in the quick brief
western individualism has gone as far
as the atomized man allows
because the logical next step of western
quetion and quest for individualization:
nations, civilization...
comes the Atomized Man
the man who blew himself up...
now i see woman being quizzical in their own
retrospect because
i hit a nerve and regardless what comes
later
i see already the olive and the tan
and besides the silicon in *******
and lips...
are those fake camel lashes...
and they don't really work in the Harem of Narcissus
where the elders go
with Bible and Gloryhole confessional
booths
with **** and **** rather than
dog-tongue and dog-ear!

             because if i weren't to walk onto the Mass
being Given
under the Olympic Steps
where those Samoans came first
and then on Liverpool St outside
the station the "western" equivalent
of songs played no heart
but the eyesight of techno progress
i see you dancing in tombs
of individualism
and this lack of critical ego
that i too muddle with self- prefixation
of those things in the res extensa of
my own res cogitans that requires
the res cogito more than cogito per se
or god
because my mission is to last for 90 years
and find joy in what passes
us
and becomes a memory of forgetting
and the twins Memory and Forget

because if Memory is brother to Dreams
then the two are muddled
and we forgot all wong to be right and wrong
and that's why dream settle the distance
via there-being: in time
regardless of the proper
coordinate posit:
but ***** wrong there: even that...

and if by Forget we leave black holes in our consciousness
to quickly abstract universal abstracts
to concrete examples
abstract universals
a priori universals
i believe there exist 5 dimenions
of understanding a shared
eloquence of man...

Stanley and Stan's Intellectual Bias:
because i thought:
there is no Original Lie
as much as there is Original Sin
in the origin of Christianity being
rooted in Judaism
or at least blaming Judaism
for the Lips Lipstick and *******
but not all circumcised
men reflect
strong physique...
if we circumcised men
for the purpose of breeding Gladiators
but what is the purpose of circumciusing men
if not breeding them for one purpose:
if you were to circumcise men...
you would be ensuring a solider class
not a priestly class of people
circumcicision would only be required
of soldiers
who: themselves willing
would absail from the functioning vantage point
of intellectual *******
i cannot be circumcised...
but what if circumcision was reserved
for special concerns
requiring men
to be wed to war
and no poetry about war
but the realities of a war that might happen:
already planning ahead
smoke and mirrors
smoke and mirrors
yes, i told one roofer:
when the invasion of IRAQ
happened
and Weapons of Mass Destruction
happened
and that was smoke and mirrors...
i think i was getting a leg up
but i was also myself
and most beyond sober..

and for a love of humanity
this ordeal was
summoned
with a cat of clay and smiling
with a fox quif
i count CinQ... up to five...
this opportunistic pedestrian
let us be
cages so... and so together
met.

through these pangs of doubt and shame:
how else could i stomach my self
with the impeding reflex of myself
being stripped of governing labour of reason
to scuttle like a nhmmkiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii


do zrozumienie
nie
do
zabawiazania liczem
przeszych
is przez
to nigdy
w parku
samej na sam
i noca
ja krew tlo
i plynie plynnosc
i zapomniec oh tak
tak dla wydogy
tego ojczystego polskiego
z
wykrzyknikiem: i jem to od:
Odra
slyn i komfit
tego co trude-01-****-
PROSTA ****

to: ISKRA
nadaje sie zyc...
Rzeka: plyn: substancja
\orgia<

zmysly mylne:
i to tez trop
a ja mysle
ten kim kto
kot jazni
kto pyta...
a ten kto snem prowadzi
]i coto

i oco
ja
nie pytam rzecz
i owoc
tej basni w-ja
ten nie-ja
tym absolutnym dojsc
is dawac pojenie o
zro
i zum
i imeniem
sto razy to raz pierwszty ta tle
ubogodzin zykow
a przezbrygadzistow...

i sto lat zapuzno... nio nio...
i tylko Zyd
poza Zydem
i Polak z Polakiem
oko w oko
wzamian zza oko za oko..
za tym jedno On
Okiem gna...

to twarde i owszem
to jedno latwe
to drugie
trudne
i po nam przy na krzyz
a potem siekam
zorem i co to znam

a potem siekacz siekaniem
sie prze wal....
i miot...

and like R yes
yes i did forget ti eat
tio tea eat
to eat i forgot to eat
thinking about God
and my native tongue
and of the heritage of men
and this place lost
when talking to god...


in the shins and above
   a comma
below the E and an apostrophe above the Z...
WZZ
EZZIE
EASY
wow long overdue theft of turf
becoz bonzo literature
is like Dada and GOnzo....
Bonzo Literature... espcapism sold
and not told... of...

tym ja Polak tym ten ty
kto i ja nie,
tak pyta i gniew
i Pana Boga Laska...
ten kto of pamiec nad
mysl chce-pyta na zwolen...

ubicumque ambulo, ibi cogito

wo ich gehe, da denke ich

donde camino, ahi pienso..

where: i walk: i think:
and where i think:
i destroy:
because that is my
nature
and i do not say
i am god
i think human thoughts
because as mortal
i come and as immortal i leave
i am Satan i am the child
in man
i am not the crucified mensch
i am Russia i am Greenland...
i am New Alaska
i wonder when Russia sold Alaska
will Europe sell Greenland
wow a practice of separatist
i am invoked as simply citizen
in the history of time
there is a history of space
and there's a hbistory of time
=and there's hisotriology
and Hiedegger... and some...
like some detour:
you... magician:
you: profound most All Evil Father...
Surrogate All Evil Father...
I... summon me I
owe and thou
curse: you 2..
and tow...
  the death summon my dying horse
my lost bicycle...
my O spiral and my bedding
on little loan
and bemoan
this little artefact
artificial : too:

vvvvvv   spell binding terror
of splendour: animate: gone sour...
the Popes of the Speaking LAtin
and therefore the lost causality because
she feels illiterate
and

sleepless in Kyiv
and i think still
somewhat a part of Poland
before Russia thought things over
and i wonder about Christ
and the Resurrection
and i think of Poland and i think of the Popes
and if South America mywife gave me
my wife
then can i show h3r what her husbands
looks like i dont want to be correct
but i'm indicating
and Russia is in mode: hybrid:
this is still the Cold War with
a Cold Russia:
this is still not the Event of a Warm Russia
this is not the Event of the Armageddon
bycause of the Advent of the Many Apocalypses:
before the liberalism of the modern
advent of the Swede
the Slav came in-between the surrogacy
of the german for the Asian and African
and there was simply no need to concern
one and self
with time month minute
or an hour:
our: most in need...
just so many pitiful woes and prayers unison
that the omni-
might care for the petty-
and me thinks i am a shaman
in a battle and i am giving motivation to the limbs
i will see chopped off
and i am priest and i am a billion catholics
against a billion Muslims:
i am might against might
i am also questioning the reawakening of the Mongol
i wonder who will quest there for thirst
i wonder where was christianity and islam competing
for the northern men
and the slavic qrue...

why did the Postal Service Islam
was sow so slough so slow oh so slow
to reach a region almost
forever pagan
why did Islam forget Lithuania
why does a Lithuanian girl
curse a ******: you ****** us over...
oh right...
so now...
laughing is what? not remedy to quest beyond
your paranoia...

and so much history and so much
irrelevant
just now
just being
and
now
now and
and now
i just need
nothing
god and picture
and skeleton and
um now
i think now...

because Ukraine is so close
and these ices and cubes
and talk of enigma colours
and men having
to pretend to be in the Harems of Solomon...
the Harems of Solomon...
not the Mines.. the Harems of... said:
king.

https://hellopoetry.com/poem/3369599/snickers-on-a-hill/

and this monotheism
is like
tribe to my thinking
i think because
i might be alive
or just might be dying...
hmm? i only hum
with ahmmm because
i wonder:
the dies a thought or thus
idle hunger
by tendon
to muscle assert
i que q.

      the qQHAqIbV'u

i think... maybe that's the clue
but because i'm so aone alone with you
i might just go a bit:
**** it! **** it! **** it this *******!
you Puierto Rican fuckiung
grandmother and her South American Pope
and i think she was cursing the next ****** Pope
but i was thinking the next
French or Irish friendly
**** all you want
the devil or a god
aren't looving look K K key-ing
R -keyring...
i say... Tolstoy Toast and Toast for Dostoy...
such grfitti: grift:
tetno: destroy: tail: JY
YJ IY YI
IIIY

if Y was a Roman numeral...
but Y was never a Roman Numeral...
was it?!

I, V, X, L, C, D, and M

but not Y... not Greek Gamma:
ema greka ah eta et sigma zeta...
i speak Greek letters
before i speak
Latin
i think i can be cryptic in the catacombs
there is dead body being paraded
and i do wonder...
there is neither Y or G
in the intricacies of the indecent proposal
of integers and
numbers without south-pointers:
giving: names...

this tide of misbehaves
i implore on anyone in
a shoftish short ofshore short
o'sh Dynysh
eshbitz
              esh sort... Sort... ßort:
   ßórt....
     give it some time: and i will change the R and the T
with it...
            ßóřţ            
n'est ce pas?

NASTROJ
ZOBOWIAZANY

PRIMO
DOKCH'eh!
primo muchos
muchos
elhelo ejyeah
oh yah

ja bambina
ja muchos ye ye
bezos innos
cuntos mucho mucho
eyo yo yo
like like
la la ake ake
mecho mecho
bueno bueno!

ba ba! ba ba! ba ba!ba ba

this sinking ship
this love of a princess
here's to a mother
and the love-mouth lost
to forever imitate toddler
i see you
constantly wanting me
to father o father father father father
this other: and father other and other father
father other
other father
and father father and
father the other
and self question
rome in nairobi
and whether i need christianity
or monotheism:
so complicated with jesus
jew and israel
i don't like the jesus jew and israel...
thinking of time and
conceit
and power...
i feel i am gnostic and pagan
and i don't need Jewish: circumcision
and nISlam and Ninja and the blatant
eyes of limbo libido of a bride without
limbs
and the horror i see emerge...
i see war... i sort of go ahead
with theory like i am shell shocking
the drop... like i imagine
a greater joy in this now hell...

we summon  demons
biligual
schizoid and    elsewhere
we comb and use
toothpicks and we walk
on houses with chicken legs
and styltz...
and we wed Aztecs...
     and MAyans and we wed Puerto
Ricans and we think
about Home and We think of
Siberia and Mongolia and the Wind
unsettling us from
Ancient Taiwan and it's not
like i'm coming to America
it's like i'm coming to Hawaii
and i want to feel at home
and if i'm not home there
where the **** am i?!
i must be there: first: in spirit before
i can be either father or son
i must be there in spirit
and untouched before
any father and son
impregnate this sacred limp
and sacred land
for the next burn of the Bush...
Dearest God Burning Bush
O next Moses i pity you
i have been the one tide with title
to make sure something spectsascular happens
on these isles..
but nothing is happening on them:
from the objectionable observer
like i am not Palestianian war child
playing video games
with me not sober
and this is just stylez
like north jamaica met up with the southern irish
and hey presto! ja-gui-land of next
to lost gween: and grue...
and like minding the genius
that just walked through
i think i am being intimidating
i believe in Protestant Faith Predestination
like i am being prepubescent
and alive dead born
when consripted conscripted into this army
of zombie flesh ***** look-along-alikes...

rook to queen and knight
8
ate off of eight
and two popes speaking
and jazz in the background
and pizza and fanta
and the vanity of vanities
of Solomon
these marble tombs
that wriggle with worms
of skeletons
this myopia seen
O the Great Worm of Time
and in the static
stone the smiling moon
that we see objects not moving
yet great evil pervasive
sometimes invasive
this Grot Knot...
i invite demons to dance with me
i summon demo ns
and torture them for the word
of god...
does that mean i sometimes drink
to excess
and eat like a serpent?
yes... i do... i like to snooze after eating
i own two cats and they are
dictated by other, rules...
my currency of being avoidable:
meditating
to think i might feel immoral about an afternoon:
not a day:
an afternoon and i'm on holiday from my wife
and i just laughed at her
i just laughed at her
because she forgot who she is with
and i think her female "friends"
are trying to remind her
and there have been too many
invasive
the world is
to
there's-being
in my res extensa mode
not full on spastic mr fantastic
heidegger's autism type typo Germanic thinking
like there is Germanic thinking about
thinking in cages and there's the German
and i can't associate the plural:
because i think of the language
before i think of the people
an d in so doing:
i can actually think of any language:
before i think of the people
and i can see Senegal and only French:
French black *******...
hmm...
just saying...
i am... meditating
in my trance there is war and a trance
to go with it...
a transcendence parody...

this parody of the age
as if body dictates the youth of the mind
beyond comparison the fakery
of old age when prowessing the avid mind
you tell me this is not second observational point
acting
if popes can summon actors
is this not white magic
this is white magic
when popes summon actors
to tell them their story when
still living
i call this pristine white magic
and there has been plenty of black magic
i believe the Nazis were summoned
by Black Magic
and the Globalists are summoned by White Magic...
it's harmless unicorn *****
type of magic
when a man interacts AI woman: with...
in a trance i think it's day
my state better suited for the exploits of
the night
i think i am not a painter
because i'm too lazy
id rather be a poet-philosopher than
a post-poet painter
and that's because i want to be happily married
and give my wife headaches...
i want to head-ache: my wife...
i want to head ache my wife...
which is not blou
or blow
a technician and plumber more
a wife a headache
i want to head ache my wife
until i numb her ego to womb and i wriggle in
and she becomes a pilot of a robot
of which i am foetus and alien
impregnate at least her res extensa
i can be the con res cogitans in someoneelse's
res extensa as
the res incognito: pre tense AZ...
she loves me she loves me slur
she loves me she doesn't love me slur
she loves me she loves me slur
she loves me she doesn't love me slur
i have been repenting all day
thinking i was a waste of coordination
and sunsets...
i stressed that plural: because for me
at least one more to "comb"///

oh common frigid fridge and ubs=
substance of fidgit... i wonder about my sanity
in these trenches of high human economy of
feelings:
feelings are spending threats
thoughts are spending inhibitions...
feels are spending threats
while thoughts are spending inhibitions:
the basic 1st Tenet of Economics...
the 1st Barrier Basic(s)...

and if i wasn't sleeping and about to wake up
from a night shift
what would my day look like
does it really matter what i do and don't do
during a single day
or does it matter that i laughed
and i toyed with thinking-toys
of my thinking-self and i mastered the afternoon
before the night
and it was so mild so touch-worthy that
it wouldn't or couldn't be questioned
it was ethereal and mistaken
each time i guessed at the jest...
because music broke
the mind and
then the mind broke music
and still the birds with their calls were
the other programming sound
the orientation: so spatious...
so vividly ancient in "rhyme"...

but so much of this latent sanity
and christianity is focusing upon the last resort
of the ego before the collectivism
of thinking comes and takes me away
in a history with the nail in the coffin
and the coffin being the church
and the nail and lightning bolt
i forgot that: almost: i almost forgot that...

snooze cyrcadian snooze perhaps
a cold lamb sandwitch instead
of a lamb curry
i think the cold lamb is a sign
of the apostate and the cross...

APOPHASIS
i feel less inclined to create turmoil
but i suppose everyone
is going to be proper driver
once all the primary questions
have been answered
and about 3 specific / technical ones
are answered incorrectly...

oh but the terrible has already
happened and 4 oceans apart
and sailing on my own
i try to consecrate the day with
a little of me it owns
and i have to give it up
however up to no good i find myself
to be:

this snorkel with a broken nose
and all that drowning
in dreams and without dreams...

but by now i'm way to engrossed
in my own superstitions about
witnessing Geordie Fans for Nouncattle
on the sweats of Noy 'Ork
and i cannie feel it smooth
as solid
just smoo' like liquid
not a smothie or very frapoccino
ssssand sss'sss'andy...
i can remember the glutton
who said that eating in public alone
was a tier above *******
in private...
but eating alone when alone
confined is probably not as rewarding
but as if god eating you
and in public it's not an offence
but if i were to translate *******
i'd tell you i feel dizzy and disorientated
about shooting my shot of ego into id
and thinking about the microcosm of
***** migration to the next
populated cubic metre...
of another person...

by now the only medicine is giving this
day a blessing for arriving at
the choice of words
otherwise forever outside of any
conversation: except with oneself
and sometimes these conversations must
be with a terminology of vagabonds
and selfishsly and so much so that
there is no commonality or level grounding
to experience an expressed-exchange
this self-impressions to distance one's
identity from others in this spiral
of the man without pride
and therefore forever climbing in the freefall
and what weaving of the story
in how many times
was repeated: that same story
and if only this could make sense to me
in the practical dictation
and i might see predictors of the drowning man
when the terrible has already happened
and the laughter was me behaving irresponsibly and
before me the wide awoken brute
of shove me shove gloat and goot...
this self alone preserved lobotomy of the loving ones
inquiring
and then being left to one's own devices
and struggling under the compedium of
the self preserving agent of the will:
a will and freedom counter to the god encouraging:
the-3-eseseses  tongue weaving glutton
and how i forsake myself
for the transgression
and who is so solemnly disgusted
by things moving slowly
but there is also doubled scurtiny that somehow
there's the paranoid eye
and everyone's looking at the potentially: failed biopic
and all the rest of the world
is a funfair of cope...

no one ever said that anything
remotely related to art
would be a miserable affair of the mind
whatever the weather
unlike driving a car wrestling with
summer and sunset
and all that feeling of being in communion
with everything alive
like wife and daughter
and harmoniously with the world
taking a summer holiday
a road-trip from London
to Rome to see
the Pope being re-awakened...

because there are only so many intellectual
curiosities available for the intellect
to become lazy and retract from all
that childish inquisitiveness
but only confined to a sophistry or who
could talk most persuasively
not even the Queen of England
was paraded as a Corpse in Public
not even the Queen of England
was paraded as a Corpse in Public:
hey, presto!
say hello! papa corpsus...
the corpse of the pope will guide us
and i know she is part polynesians
and it's not like the queen of england died
or a former president of the united states
prior to the russian bokh be assassinated
and no return to yesterday...
the curse of sleeping alone
thinking i'm still with you
and no tender allowance
when i also have the world caging and caving me
in and i have unreal high church problems
and sometimes i go among personalities
without in-charcter understudies
about who is acting who out...
about who is acting who out...

     and if half wit and DR
uncle Tim and Ukulele...
i pass the theory
then i have eyes ******* into my mind
that's no in the body of an evolved ape
but instead in the body of a squid...

if not properly understood
at least there's no conclave
or the secretive language
and she complained and complained
and i was using secret language
and she thought i might as well
be getting extra-cirriculum ***
but instead she didn't realize that
i love thinking and especially
when i'm alone this is better than
t.v. and she's not used to someone
being entertained by the jellyfish
worth of the mind
and i can have plenty more afternoons
where this morning came...
and then there's the night craft
of wanting to be left alone
even given the daily routine of everyone
else in the vicinity
a sort of William Burroughs typo
in the bowels of Antwerp and later Cairo
or north Africa in general
and like the old ancient Roman world
and where it came
and went
and then Christianity replaced it
then you wonder where
the argument for Islam against Christianity
is and where Judaism left
and made the biggest imprint since
the PYramids:
in the CHImneys of Aushwitz
and it took so little time by comparison
that there was no time
for Messiah Pope or Antichrist

engaging in art is a serious matter...
a matter most grevious
to think that my wife thinks me a poet
above all else
than a philosopher

the counter-productive act of writing
and not BEING
what is being written...

it is coming to the joy of using words
and with words
coming to a glorious afternoon
where the thinking route was taken
and pause:
refrain:
the onslaught of sound in music
to drown out the distant children
and some impossible immobile
sequence of events

like hacking
but the only hacking taking place
is questionable spatial
awareness
the pedestrians' pedestrian
is me right now
i'm not thinking of emotions
just markings
in chess and otherwise

because there are worst things in life
no writing come the early afternoon
with some AMPHETAMINES
of the res cogitans wrestling with the res
extensa
and i kid you not
res extensa has no knowledge of the res
cogitans

coming across a Cartesian schematic
TOY
a TOYWORD
i need to keep this crypto
and i just laughed
and laughed with good reason
to later listen to her
while hierarchies and reality checks
came into place
and this is the High Church speaking
to the Low Church
about Christianity:
we../. mechanics: keep the spires of thje church
within the democratic process
there are angels who
are like navigators
see further instructions from NAvigator Angels
not Gurdian Angels:
you fate is in balance...
let's make Roman Money
should have Christianity arrived outside
of the noble outside the Roman Empire?
Islam should have claimed those lands
before Christianity
but it didn't...
at night my room is scary:
there's a whiff of the French Revolution
the Spanish Inquisition
and the Irish: second hander second come
the helpful, "helpful": moralizer
the automobile is my foot
and grease on / off the peddle

there are avenue to walk back into
the day mantra of dealing with
the res extensa with the res extensa
in the bubble of parasite
of solipsism
after all:
eternal perpetual motion was not bound
to God but for us
to stop the planets
or better orientate ourselves
to the planets thus: by chaning the time
once in a while
as mortals our toy is time
and our obstacle: vehicle is space
we **** around with time
so much so that it has become a telepathic imitation
toy
even words are toys
if guided toward philosophy:
joy...
shouldn't-question-worthiness be introduced
into the Romantic frantic beating of the heart
and there and then the sun descended beneath clouds
and went to sleep
suns sleep during their pride and primodial
and jovial most moments
i have found a Cartesian toy

a philosophy impasse
i found a cartesian thing alongside Socrates' nothing
the thing is a definite article
while nothing is an indefinite article
look at me cutting red tapes
for us navigating angels to come through
there was a death a critical accident
the sky is falling and pigs are flying...
and there's the unification of Germany
on the palm of my hand: a cactus...

my bedroom is horrors known in the cold
and dark
and there's a child
and there's a wife
and here is me on a raft
alone sinking
and floating and flying
and having dreams about exams
about how best to solve by folding
all the boxes
and giving the devil his due:
well... if god envied the spirit
of the mind and of the times
and wanted to trespass with it
in this world:
so Jesus was born
and he came with this Sacred Spirit
but that's not a good thing
he pulverized the Res Extensa world
with the COGITO
without the solipsism of the res cogitans
marker
dictate: passing through a junction:
underpass, bridge of sighs...
there are worst things in life than
finding the SPUTNIK UFO worth an EGO
still thinking about architecture
and the herbimensch...
i wonder about parts of Europe
before the spread of Christianity
and Islam had ample opportunity
to covert Lithuania
and that's me anxious about not buying
today's newspaper
but then i have a Cartesian schematic-toy
and i'm giving myself directions
of intuition
which is born from the collective synchronization
of the senses of the res extensa
the res cogitans has no senses
as it only has the mind
and the mind is a substance
res extensa has inanimate properties
while the res extensa has animate properties
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the grey allure of the walls toned
and light pure see-through
invisible light flour
light
i think by surrogacy you imply
the stress on autonomy
when children are involved
and it's not your own
and you don't own it
and you can't cuddle it
and it doesn't want to be cuddled
it's not touch starved
and you just want to hug her
and tell her:
****... it's not going to get
any easier
but perhaps i can be here
to tell you: if it could get worse
it wouldn't happen
this is God giving at the unbearably bearable reality
if we want to make it into a realism
we become artists and thinkers
and ******* around
giving the great yawn mouth of nothing
her secular divinations of death
and our transparent stance of it...

come 4pm i will be cooking a curry
for solo...
fat chance... i will be pushing my most extremes
i finally folded in the "plot"
in *******
and i started to fear opening my res cogitans
in the res cogitans with the image
of the exploding mind emoji...

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but there's no midnight oil:
perhaps i was paid for my antics in the day
when i grow old
when i grow old
this is not me writing this when i am old
and settled
this is Moses writing
on the job: drunk or what?!
this is Moses the one cardinal rule
you will not know the observable world
you will only see it as observed in pockets
of the world:
yet you will never,
ever... never! never! NEVER! see the observable world!
forget it! man! forget it man!
you will never see the observable world!
you are a res cogitans at most!

Ukranian Tulip
not a Trident
and let the ghost
haunt you
before there's
(a) before me..
        
rabbit knows and
hiding knows

let there be a god
that thinks
and let i
echo knowing
thinking
parallel to it
and it not it...

of the gods
i met so far
only one
resonated
in the freedom
of replicating I
it wasn't Christ of YHWH...
oddly enough:

there was my o3n perspective
of the wind:
universally binding to
bid:

     O wind sow me words
and no travesty of the common
spoke-tongue.

even my wife won't believe
in my god
she is jesus' ****
hey pronto
i think i have enough spine
and two spines too
if i am competing with the tortoise
and the crucifix
camel **** carrying: The Man
to the Hill... i think i like god
in the devil gone mad
with the self-sacrifice of Judas
the Pope Prefect
Suicide:
if you seek Redemption in Giving
all these Rules
yet not keeping up
with the basics...

i have notes! 111111... i have notes!
about my whereabouts...
but you have an app
and i have second observation eyes
in the morning i woke
and made breakfast for my
foster and daughter
and there was animis and a sound
most associated with the tides and waves
and i was a millusk imagining limbs and ghost
and there was nothing confrontational
into killing someon e  
upon the collision of the conflict of unison
thinking think i thinking think you
and i think
and i paint perhaps
too much of canvas
and the world dynamic could
have been the Pineapple and the Watermelon
combined to give light of
the Germany of the 21st Century...
and one wonder:
reuniting from concealing the project
known the cursed by being applied
by north europeans...
and that's where applying religion:
idea went wrong:
we should have received Islam
before we received Christianity:
it slowed us down...
syndrome down...
we should have received Islam
before we received Christianity:
we can work from Paganism
via and spear of Islam
we don't need Christianity...
it's ultimately a polytheism:
of the many christs of the personal kind
i work against you the crab bucket
beacons a beckon!

my notes are my notes
i'll keep it ******
quick
and actors no theatre
via lifelines of the Riddler's
ah...
father moved away
from rabbi Joker unto demigod
of the Riddler Whip and Ripper...

because there is the Conclave
and the exlusive club
and it's great to be alive
when that solipsistic membrane
happens amongst men
and a devil may and keep prayer do justice
under the guise of silence
and a stoic-solipsism indifference
NPC meme theme..

where i walk drunk
i am riding a bicycle
a horse
prior to learning to drive
a car
i rode a horse
after i...
will be... driving... a tank...
to **** people....

82% yes (votes)
so 18% no (votes)
like there's this peer per view

there's this sword hanging
on my wall
just above my head
and i'm thinking of cars
and the directions to choose
and those to chase

and i think about the impossible trajaectory of
humour goes into pedestrian
when keeping charge of pedestrian
lions and elephants
i
\and so much deawrini
darwinism and the history of the post code
i wonder
maybe there was no suicide in my story
there was only the story of preserving
the nickle dime of
the sword of Democles...

where i walk is without dimension
as is where
i think to equate
the fluids of mansters into apes
before the labyrinth
my daughter to be
we never had an argument
i feel lactose intolerant
but i want to talk  you
with you until
the night
but then i am alone
pulls me toward the seas and the brave
of the tide...
but you are always there:
when 5am comes
and i'm baking...
    and then one day prior
you give me ample warning
that a sleepover happened
and you took to having a gi4rlfriend:
i no2 it's 4G 'ard...

where i think is where i walk
and where i walk is where i think

and god thinks
i think

i think that god thinks

which is beyond
the Cartesian method
of:

i think therefore i am
but....
god pulls me away
because i am about
to get into a fight
with Child Satan...

the fallen angels are the children
of god
they are not the fathers
of god
of the elder sons
the first fallen in the book of Enoch
Satan is a child-angel
but Symphony
i

was going to ask AI
to creep up and
steal my bilingualism
i had a thought of
giving up my bilingualism
i took note of the thought
if you can capture
thought in paintng
outside Lightning and Thor
and Saturn
i implore you because the heart iz
asking the kidneys
as the liver is asked of stomach...

Militant Catholicism
and Militant Orthodoxy
i leave Islam with the PRotestants
oh sure
Islam can confiscate
the Lands of Protestant Europe:
but it has
no access

to where i think expect me to walk
past you
ghost
the discovery of ghosts
updating
cycling and then tank riding
imbecile...

where i walk i am
where i stand i think
where god is god i have knelt...
the fork and ****
cradling this eternal route
of the 2nd ordeal perspective
observing the observer

where i walk i see
when i stand
i will
to think my ordeal through....
god side
by god's side by side
with the elevated
being of thought-no
unison will
a psy gravity: a glue...
you were thinking of a glue...

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there is ypouir sq... New York:
Lebniz would have trodden
this path...

a french pope and an irish pope
i see coming to
give testimony over Europe
and if i don't see it
then i see no revival and i see no Europe
and all is dark in thought
and dark in deed
and darkest before sloth
and ambitions of ****** and Napoleon
and fertile grounds for flesh
and soul before the ask to know
Ukraine and the broadly speaking
the confines of Europe
and in my civilized cages
i asked for a wrestling match up
and i learned that the world
revolve around England
and that the world didn't revolve
within England
and that England laugh
Englaugh
was like any other place
so small and tiny and insignificant
like the Pope in the Vatican
and the Vatican within the confines
of the confiscated Rome from the Papal States..
and such a little me: medicated:
leaving an impression
on the English speaking world?!
you yoyo or you not you or something?
i've been given a task
to question how fat her fingers
are
and how fat her face it
but her fingers aren't fat
and her face isn't
but the rest of her body is just ripe
i mean:
monopausal and all
shivers
i wonder is that all
but no there is more to come...
and i think in the shadow of a United States
and a Federalist Russia:
i do believe in the existence of
the Federalist America
the F.S.A.
which is not deepstate
it's obvious-state
the federal states of america
implores the Empire to not mind
the schizophrenias of New York
and Iowa....

              the world is bigger
but the room you're sleeping in
looks like a tonne of the universe
in a "count" of a second
or that grain of trickle:
via water, entering the realm of sand:

the little of Poland
since the little people of England
had to entertain the world
clique.. and clamour and all
the jazz unfathomable...
and all that ugly of communism under
the soviets
and all the Weimar glamour under
the Nazis... pink pink a pink a doodle do...
oh how the elephant in the room took
to sneeze
abrupted with squeems and screams....
because the mice nibbled on rat-ear and liver
and all the Garfunkel of the Underground
would not be located
via New York exemplar...
but at least in my country
we say: years of peace and prosperity
all they can say in Pakistan
of Pakistan
is 100 KEntucky Fried Chicken shops
attacked
with at least 10 dead
mob rule angry man Islam yo! yo!
so much for my rationality:
in terms of wanting peace
i'm more alligned with hopes of man as beast
but the Pakistanis keep arguing not like
anyone else hasn't prior...
how we fell and fallen thus
begun imploring with words:
return us! return us to that peaceful state!
oh god...
my own blind
ontological revision
going blind upon hopes
of improving on...

i felt like going over the mark
of the two ciders tonight
i had a taste for *****
and writing
and i know the Pope is dead
but all i had in my head
where:

ground control to major tom
ground control to major tom
take your protein pills
and put your helmet on

and i know how the English
make you think other people don't
exist how somehow you are
apparently universal blank man
but this is only my res cogitans
interacting with the res extensa
and the world is so magically
telepathic i wonder
i wonder will the Norsemen return to cAtholicism
and be fearful of the Christianity
of Russia
because i am afraid of the Christianity of
the Orthodox
and half way between Protestantism
is a little Billion Island of Catholicism
but the intellectual catholicism
outside the concept of nation
there is a clear distinction
between an Irish catholic
and a Polish catholic
and certainly the Spaniard
and the Italian:
the Pope died
no Icon
no Queen
something weird happens because i don't
know a place beyond the family
i allow to grow
and i don't live in a family
associating with figureheads of the public
realm:
perhaps as a last resort
and that's not where Edie is with the Pope
i am with the Pope right now
but am i to belong to a people
like the Polynesian display of tribalism
lost intellect
bot the symbolism of the tribal war
against the waves of the surf
of the Pacific:
among the heights of the tallet mountains
of mountains that take root in the sea
and peak from the Pacific bed
like a lazy teenager girl
and i'm away and playing video games
like she is playing ROBLOX
constantly but aware
like she has these eyes that speak
and they speak a language first learned
by intuation
she implores me
don't make me lose it
this language:
R baby: you will not lose this language
but it's up to you how you continue
to work with it...
you have to work with this language
of the... eye is an *****
the complexity of the eye
on equal footing with liver and brain
and heart
then by seeing alone
the other senses are confiscate to appreciate
the "religion" of the Pentagram...
i said i'm keeping vigil with the Pope
we are waiting for Charon
until Saturday morning...
the bus driver got drunk
or something
or was a spare time poet who didn't get paid
for writing poetry and didn't care
to be paid:
was paid by heaven upfront:
working on comission...
if only i keep my focus on the clock
and go to bed by 12am
midnight
i will have done much than drinking
the bus driver
to sleep and joyriding with the bus
because i feel like
i need to overcome the space of lost
spatial awareness:
boxed man
man...
i'm used to bicycles and horses...
i'm not used to getting used to using
a *******: TANK...
Islamic State Tank Brigade into a Crowd
and Pillow:
a weak thankfully: the numbers start adding up
and then "someone" dies...
i know his role was diluted by the presence
of what extends beyond the mind
the squire and the hive
of the family
and all sacredness is lost
on politics
and not a thing of brothers and prostitutes
and mothers:
finally wives...
but how i have been cleansed from the realm
of *******
it was like playing video games
and nihilism with a tinge of solipsism
at least Nietzsche talked of nihilism
from the perspective of the res cogitans extending
into the res extensa
and then coming back from the COGITO
after the death: post-mortem...
that's when the COGITO replies
the COGITO = I THINK + GOD THINKS
i think we forgot to reply
with: beyond all traits
and unfathomable currencies of will
that there is a god
and he cherishes the same freedom
we cherish most:
that he thinks and he doubts
and we keep forgetting that by ascribing
the omni- litany of aspects and
thus: non-existence when compared
to the inertia of the res cogitans with
an animanite thing...
therefore the Sysiphus is spawned:
to think beyond the menial task...
escape the crowd...
then comes focus and abruption from this
deep desire implies this thread
of thinking will preserve itself until
tomorrow night? i don't think so:
the spike... in what felt like
what could have been a writing desk
and a different spine
instead of the position
of the laptop being on the bed
and me kneeling before the bed
almost half dog:
yes: the Sphynx position of Writing
when one writes from the edge of the bed....
the Sphynx position of Writing
the Human Head on the body of an Animal
is where Anubis comes forward
and tells all the animal godheads
to come down an answer from individualism
borrowed from petting
by anima primo: man...

but when the queen died
i was somewhat dismayed
but the new currency came with the visage
and i just felt a slight
chill from the wind
of wonders and whispers
as it came and carried me away...

Nathanel... i hear the word:
who knows what it means...
by now 20min feels like 4 hours when
the conversation is alive
and no one is dead left kicking
to open up the coffin
and turn this world into a catacomb
of how grey and mobile zombie wording
it has to become painting
i think perhaps leave some
direct language
i just think of the ***** eye
like kidney
but since there are two eyes
there are two lungs and two kidneys
and i much prefer that
lyricism of the schematic
away from the brain the heart and the *****
i much prefer
the schematic of the eyes the lungs
and the kidneys
i don't like the pseudo buddhist LSD myfriends
type of gargoyle crayon
drawing of energy
from the mind the heart and the *****
in a yogi pose
pretending to meditate
whatever that means:
mediate yes: understanding...
for that i need
the three twins
the eyes
the lungs and the kidneys...
i need those three and

just her driving at night
and listening to
Bread - Guitar Man...
and i think in her sleeping queen sort
of dynamic but probably
not
we were listening to something chilling
and she was worried i wasn't friendly
and i just wanted for us to stay apart
at a concert
i think we went as a couple i think
we talked about music
and that night you gave me the best *******
because it was a 16 year old's show of affection
coming home from a concert
yet not magnifying the trust
into coercing each other
but the reality breaks into full scheme of the steam ahead:
aww...
     so maybe cooking breakfast
for a sleepover blonde Slipknot
queen and a dad *** with a chequered shirt
but my bad is kind of a bookworm
and he likes relaxing
by sometimes stressing about making
a perfect meal
and i
now and all that sentimental breath
because if i were paid for something else
and perhaps if i wrote without heart
if not being paid
then at least investing an honest spare change
of thought to let someone
find themselves and my little gnome of gnosis
i wonder perhaps
but of course that story only works if
we say goodbye to the riddle of the countryside
and the question of cosmopolitanism...
and we have to question
that in the confines of London
about New York...
we can all ask the New York Question
when we live in Paris,
London, Berlin, Warsaw...
we can ask that psy q
having lived here for over 10 years
and perhaps these restrictions:
but the envy of the hope
is the fear is respects...

   but the envy of the hope
is the fear it respects...
because it leaves us solidified in the conflict
of water and earth
and the water fighting for us to return
to air...
because we were not born of the earth
and to earth will will not return
we were born in the air
from thought from a whim
we all share with the gods of whims...

how the eyes are burried in the realms
of organs
yet try to escape with thought
on the two pairs of ears
like wings
imagine us Men as Angels with Ear Wings
imagine us the **** Tier with Demons
as Dogs and Cats
and Horses and Pigs
we Eat we love petting Animals
we Eat more than we love petting Animals we don't
eat...
we love petting animals we eat
more than  the animals we pet and don't eat
and that's all VEGAN PROPAGANDA
i trust the news when men write
tiny columns...
i trust the news when only men write
tiny columns on
the first 10 pages of a newspaper...
the rest is cannibalism...
and vanity fair...

Catholics less minded than Muslims
in England
imagine...
Islam is catered to England
more than Catholicism...
but that seems organic and almost
a bit: didn't i say so?
i think the Jews are rightfully excused
from the conversation
but in England
imagine a catholic reconquista and you'd rather
imagine
Islamic multiculturalism
outside the realm of Mecca
and later the Emirates
and i wonder the buffer zone is equivalent
to givin that place the biggest G of O'clock...
like Mike Mike Mike Mahoney
and McGuire...
and all the other Macintyres...

            because in the last resort i wonder
how much of ethnicity is rumbling
when the nation-state goes away
and little pockets of the tribal man
once in the wild now
the tribal man in cages
and i believe in only one truth: god thinks...
therefore i don't need many gods
i only need one god
and one truth: god thinks!
**** all your omni- litany
and lack of free will!
people like that... even if atheists!
are imbeciles!
they argue from the perspective
of there being no free will
when they have so sparingly exercised it!
ugh... conversational pay child
i do wonder...
but for all the gods
i'd like only one god
and one truth: god thinks
and that instead of
so complex the simple details...
i think
              i don't say i thinks
in pigeon...
     but god is a pronoun
and nothing is a pronoun
and by now you can say
god thinks
and nothing thinks
because you can't really say
god think
or nothing thing... there's than plural continuum
sorry you're not special
but you are special
as you make yourself
however tender you want to stay
in a harsh world and cushion
satiate away...