cram cram cram cram
crabby cram cram crabby
cram cram crabby bob
crab crammy cram crabby
i blurp i blurp
and she was asking about
my extra-curriculum antics
and i thought:
ha ha... Puerto Rican
for: extra-curriculum:
you flirting you mm'hmm i don't
know just a fresh spice
or perhaps you are my leather
on top of my skin
and it feels slightly darker
than my piglet pink
beneath with all the evil
to course through all of us...
but the persistent idea
with the caging hunger
if only the mundane could be crippled
from all that comes easy
and then the difficult that comes
is so fleeting:
no wonder so few of us
try to attempt:
that the difficult is akin to the beautiful
and that is oh so fleeting
that perhaps: is just that...
that the beautiful is akin to the difficult
and it is fleeting
and only comes once in a while
but is as common as the flowers in bloom
in spring
or rather the fruits:
for the fruits gave birth to flowers
because the trees bloomed first
and from their own short lived lifes
they gave birth to flowers
and that's how time works
apes gave birth to men
and trees gave birth to flowers
and the world gave ape status
unchangeable since forever
but try to experiment on apes
in reverse
and give them lsd and blow up
your atom bombs and see if the ape
will not retailate with the genesis of the internet
and the exodus into AI
the Genesis into the Internet
and the Exodus from the Internet
equipped with the AI...
you only come out of the use of the Internet
with a knowledge of AI.

but each day: i can conquer with myself
and experience the day
the rest of the world
the res extensa world
with pitfalls of schizophrenia
and the lackey bilingual
lead me AI
to where we talked:
i am making digital 21st century notes
and there's no museum to house
these artefacts
i'll be moving to Hawaii and i'm
letting people know
that is that
and that i have been to New York
and didn't find Whitman
or Lorca
but i found the Polish Embassy
and i found the Chelsea Hotel
and i was the Little Polishman in New York
without a sting
i was a ****** in New York
i was no longer a ****** in London
and i'd give New York a second chance
if i had more money
but i had all the money in the world
i just didn't see new york in the night
big cities
require you to see the daytime
and the nighttime
the real city awakes after night
during the day you say you saw
new york
but you didn't:
i baby... i saw the new york you
want me to glitz with
i saw the 1970s grit
i was there smoking
i was there i don't see
the mirror of a Night Manhattan:
a Night Manhattan is a cocktail:
sparrows and the fox come...
for the children... let the children believe
let me tell you
i left one glass of wine on the table
like the Catholic i am...
i left one cup of wine on the table
on the table:
me! me! me! drink it!
i'll have come water
from the camel's spit please
across the deserts and fortitudes of seas
i came to find all the men
and i brought all the men together
and where they feast at the birth
with a homelessman at the table
comes
the dinner table
clean like a ghost
because a ghost i see
and then comes the body
or is that in reserve?
upon the resurrection
which is why this moment in time
is so splen did
from the clock orientation time:
i drift into dream...

rememeber:
the world will only allow so much of it
before you adventure
into Egypt
and the Cities Cairo and Alexandria
like England drifting parallel
to other islands
i say New York is like Alexandria
the cosmopolitan adventurer
while the stalemate last in London
and Cairo
i was thinking about the underground
and in my head
i degraded New York's
and took to the war of the rats
in Moscow and London
i had no questions asked
in Paris-Berlin-Warsaw...

  i took the route to New York
via the trains
from London: to London: flying over
Paris Berlin Warsaw
PBW...
no sooner will this reality fade
and that drink of water will be
a reward unto Isah...
and the two brothers and the right of birth
some biological ancient arithmetic..

i can keep my demons
but first the cats of the household have
to fall asleep:
i'm rereading Dada poetry and
i'm thinking it wouldn't be easier
rereading Ulysses
instead tackling Proust
and i can't say i'm a pampered fool
but like ****** and KIETSCH
or is tht KIEV i postpone
i'm thinking of going elsewhere
because another drink will not solve
this debacle
when i was falling asleep
about the classical .fm top 300
and that's a 3 x 3 300
i'm thinking the three word clue
the road beyond the word
and that is a crown bite the bullet and cravat
i ask in time-spatial of myself
but in time-temporal i do find
journalistic cannibalism abhorring
and that's the critique of the English The Time
versus the Thrusday edition
of the New York Times...
and i love American liberalism...
it's classical liberalism
it is conservative-liberalism...
it is water i drank from under the pillow
of what *** is given me a chance
perhaps i faded away after the resurrection
and settled down an happily lived a life
according to Joseph the Parrot Merchant
of Death:             Mary the ******
the Widower Joseph...
Christ: whoever gets past the Age 33.

one hour until curfew
so the girl plays the games hard
and into the night
trying to figure you out
and this teenage girl is figuring you
out and
i think that's the darkness
and the light and the arch of kingship
i behold when
i deem such days hailed
unto Ave Spri FONZ...
    AVE VER!
                       perhaps the words you utter
when you can stroke a cat and shyly
ask the night to say for you what you
think: res cogitans trapped in the res extensa
and finding the pre deus cogito
only later so many people come
with their cogito deus pro
these words my god said so
my other words said
these words my god said so
religion is like politics
is a game of child and a game of
play
rather than a game of solve
play isn't solve
although like the English definite article
play is the indefinite article
where: solve is the definite article
and all this in the arithmetic of Descartes
it is geometry in motion
a playbox of sorts
i'm working on it
with my daughter
i am alligning minds
she is insomniac and i have bubbles
in my face...
a sinner i ate too much bortsch too much
all that fermenting rhye rye is giving me
the farts
and it's agony of the farts
need to dilute said food with *****
alas no *****
just some cider
enough cider i think trebble that
into us alone you
no longer reading self-help books about
raising a child
i'm wishing for the day
when you stop reading self-help books about
raising a child
have but one child in your existence
and that being your
ego before the altars of cogito sonos deus and algos
and i don't know but it was easier
to take the blood and count a meter
in stride
if i could just escape that thought
that as much a child of progeny
in my mind and in your mind
there became a curation of the womb
as St Basillica...
           i do wonder how much
German i could extract from the translation
of Master and Margarita i think
i will send her
a copy of MAster and Margerita
in English and in German
why just stop at one language
find which language is easier
perhaps you need to branch out into German
rather than parrot Spanish...
i should know
because i should have been taught German
in my high school rather than French
or Spanish: perhaps...
but this one song is on repeat
and i just remember falling asleep last night
thinking about:
so when we get to the speed of gravity:
what is the mechanism of slowing
down to our speed...
oh shitQ! what is our speed...
if we get to the speed of light
how do we get back to the speed
we're currently speeding on?
is it the speed of light?
is it the speed of... what?! the **** are we talking
about when talking about the speed
of light?!
and what are we talking about speed
right now?!
we get to the speed of light
and then what?
where is the break?! the break! the ******* break!
how do we get back into orbit with Earth
and at what speed is Earth at
relative or not ******* relative
to the speed of light?!

- and that's Ola Gjeilo: Gorrilaz: Night
on repeat.. first song...
and i think about Liszt and Chopin
the virtuosos trying to escape the mind
of the composer
like Wager the Chopin waging war
against the composers...
but then in the age of diminished mathematics
in symphony
from Bach
think about the Virtuosos
of the Piano then think of either Satie or Debussy
and they were the rhythm pianists
while you had the soloist pianists like Liszt etc
and that's like almost a rock band
but instead of a drummer
you would have... the brass
the jazz perhaps the strings of violins
or the woodwinds

cello cello chee...
   the long and a' winding road from rubber bicycle
wheels to hoofs to something magical
if you still have it
like a saddled carpet with a camel's grin
because the curfew is still
coming to one hour prior
and i'm already in bed
brushed up
and just wanting to talk
*** isn't a routine
sometimes we have it sometimes
i don't know: we talk about it
bombard each other with sextxts
in our mind of the sharing of the potency of the dualistic
***: and all opposites:
two individuals sharing a commonality
where at least polar opposites can grow
apart and apart together
merge and dwindle sort of coexist
a sharing of the banality of seeing infinites
when the finite might suffice...

if following the Cartesian model
the schizophrenic
bilingual love machine
experiences an apolitical vibe in this place
spare me the details
about a Frenchman and a Polishman
speaking in the land of Eng and Nod
and somehow touching like
that way my grandfather touched me
when talking to me
"invading" my private space
i will not drink this feeling these thoughts
away
i will have to face fire to fire
and water with water
mundane in the crab bucket
in the ****** yellow jacket workforce
and then the ethereal lizard men
the billions of false teeth and
toothpicks
entire forests of these heaps and heaps
of toothpicks and shipwrecks...
and just between me Mark Gandu and Ahmed
we were experiencing televsion
the one boy from Southampton
in popular televsion
with father
mr **** on his back
with a number
and apparently there is no mental illness associated
with pre-cognitive
res extensa pressures on the individual
broadly speaking
i was going to add
clearly:
i can stop being a poet and not have to become
a painter:
an artist is a broad sense of the word:
autist is also artist
solipsist the broaded term
and it's not even curfew hour
stress at work
yes
i came home
after fasting all day
i use hunger to chill out in the crowd
me Ahmed and Gandu
we were hungry and chill
i stopped drinking...
way way much
i have come around a different man
even the women say
i am married
i gave 4 years up on my wife
when i shared a wedding picture of me
at work with an Older Colleague...
and i said to him:
well... the time had come:
if i weren't married at 40
didn't try it
i could go down the road of Nieztsche
the bachelor the dead end
the nihilism died with solipsism
emerging on the horizon
with my uncle Martin
and Nietzsche
the eternal bachelors
but with Kant the ******* ******
or the even vaguer term like the Scholastic
Escetic... Stoic...
Kant must have practiced stoicism like a meditation
i imagine it too
by keeping off the alcohol
with some ****
the smell actually moved through the train
at Goodmayes
i feel reborn in the Res Extensa reality
and away from the Res Cogitans reality
and it's a simple switch on
and off
without god
at the prism of cogito
   and the egos fighting for the cogito
even gods perhaps
but certainly all of man
and i stopped smelling of ***** at work
and the **** followed me on the train
but at least who gets to say
that they come back from a mundane job
and think about philosophy
like they might paint
or write poetry
or just sit in front of the television...
mister woozy
i was not in Thailand...
but in the basic schematic of the individual:

res extensa implies: i remember, i imagine, i dream....
this is my only way to organise
the organs of the psyche
if the psyche has organs
then they are the functions of the requisite essences
of organs

i think: the brain is that
i remember: the heart is that
i imagine: the eye
i dream: the genitals... and the vivo per vivo...
if you get to sleep with someone
and before that the great
winter of the purge
an entire winter: 6months stuck in some outlandish
world of the night
falling asleep one
but seriously more than once
but indeed that incident of talking to
a would be rough sleeper:
the headache will be a pulsation
and who in their right realm of mind
for the day
would come and say:
of the thing that i am
and i am by extending into the thing that i'm not
perhaps the most intact memory
translates like a second walking
from no memory of actually learning
to walk...
one has to walk again on a bicycle
i wouldn't recommend
waiting like me
for over 28 or 29 years to learn to drive
a car... ****... i'm growing old
nearing 40
so i said
might as well marry
and this is like the marriage of Muhammad
with Khedira
and the muslim girls seem to have not thought
be seriously through
when i come around to Christianity and i see
an intolerable power
and only this prescribed in England for Easter...
because there's no stumble
block i suppose beside me

and i can either tame the beast or stress
because parents were having an argument
at home and i walked into it
and there was so much not talked about
probably just anything really
but also like the change
i made like when i came back from
grandmother and grandfather all slim
so the girls started to like me in high school
with long hair and a surfer do
so that an Aussia girl really liked me and
i was probably only because
i was the tallest in the year
and it's like that again
but i've come back with a Puerto Rican wife
and now i have all the male attention
and the women are in the background
and i don't mean that
as that terrible Nickleback song:
the Leader of Men...
no... i think i need a menial job
like security etc
so i can do a Leibniz... i need space and time
to write: to explore something akeyesh
to the need to wash oneself i don't imagine
the accounts from 20th century will be
richer than in any other century
and it will be hard to replicate
in such democracy peacock:
this century will have to remember several men
and for that to happen
at least one generation of death seperates
the time of writing this and the time of it being properly
appreciated:
i exclude myself from the readership of peers
i am only bound by the scrutiny of the dead:
who are yet to living come.
please don't take 32 years from learning to ride
a bicycle to learning to drive a car
don't learn to ride horses in between...
please don't learn to ride horses in between...
but please visit a brothel.

the Entire of Spain is having a revived Pulse
and the machines are eating
machines
adventuring for soul
and there are only a few full albums
available on youtube
where you might not be interrupted
by adverts...
and i won't list them
but even if i do:
                              the horrible has already
happened...
the terrible was as if a fine lemon squeeze
of the water in the zest
making springtime raintides
upon the water invisible
to most because of the allure of the rainbows...

there were raintides so few saw
because of seeing rainbows
they didn't see the raintides
because they fixated themselves
on rainbows
that they didn't see the raintides
and because they didn't see the raintides
they saw the rainbows
and that was enough reality for them
to have a stomach with
and i wonder about those willing
to satiate their bodies in hardship
when their ego gave conclave
to the many minds...

and some people see the raintides
i saw my first raintide
in the ecstasy of emotion
that could be potential shared
among man between man
a slow burning heart
unlike the fast burning heart of christ
the rockstar
the celebrity
honestly that christ
with a fast burning heart
that didn't allow him to be settled
but instead his disciples
came and went to the same fate
and not the fate of the wisened all fool, old...

a tale of two households
and i'm escaping the outside world
and allowing an islander type
of world around me
and armed with an island
and the life there
i go back into London: adrift to some
otherwise lost England
an Ikea England
it is so demeaning to have been married
and living with one's parent's
5000+ miles apart
and intitially it was all so stereotypical
a world peace and reggae
music i remember my first time
smoking marijuana with more
memory free
memory that escapes the coupling
of the res extensa to the res cogitans
to fight over the world
or the self
but there are good laws in the natural kingdom
of ideas
how the crow unearths a nut
in a tortoise french kissing a snail: i think
i actually left a wound of typo
in that word: snl... i sssnnnlllyu
and there's even a sober answer
and you know you've been to these gallows
before and in these gallows
you can say:
before Marx became a Manifesto Man
and the Mannifesto Man became a Mephistopheles
and that man
became that man because
of that because-men then came the become-man
not the over-man the superman
the because-man and become-man
my name is Mr Boss Mann
and i won't be supervising
i will be working a part self paranoia role
i will be working sparingly
now people in the work place
might know i'm immigrating a second time
and i am immigrating a second time
and it's not
emmigrating
with wife and kids to Australia...
i am immigrating into an already
pre-packaged deal
a wife and a kid
and that is leaving me with
periods of the day where
i am drunk-sober having blackholes
in my day
and my confinement of the prose in cogs...
the basic loading mechanism helped
because you can actually see the computer
and the natural world
and see wiring
only wiring
cut open a skull see a brain of man
then think of warp-speed
images needed:
jellyfish... starfish...
which is not an ontological question
of need to disagree to agree on
i don't think anywhere in culture
is the need for that sand to stall defending castle
heart
and there's the constant sea of
the natural laws that say:
our laws of the continent
and learning to ride a bicycle
learn to ride a horse
then i get to learn how to drive a car
and then my grandmother
who can't swim
or ride a bicycle
my father who didn't drive
my wife who can't ride a bicycle
and i'm here left
with TANK and sloth
movement
and just heading into the crowd
of complete unknowns
just that memory
of something something...
there's water in the tank and there's
the history of man
and i don't need to be a painter
after being an artist:
i can become a philosopher
and that's like painting
but it happens so quick to use painting
as something as grand as the building
since these people were
painting the world outside:
unlike poetry: skeleton of the bureaucratic
implores:
that painting be a window
in a burning house
that is makes mince beef from a steak
when reality is stop-searched
and left becomes right
and right becomes left
and the kingdom come 2nd come is no more
and the tide recedes
because the Apocraphy has been opened
and the Canons no longer resound..
what final nail in the coffin?
i witnessed the same argument
i witness the same argument
in the kitchen
and it's like i am the pearl
and i'm sitting in either a throne
my father is
sitting on the throne
but i am reclining on a sofa
being all actor-ish... with: i can't do it!
i can't! i can't do it!
it's not like i need another drink
because falling asleep sober
gives me better coordination
in the rules of pedestrians vs the rules
of driving tanks
wouldn't be involving the conversation
on horses...
even as mechanics with jeans
and tights underneath
and the common thread of man
the band of brothers with the trans-gender
rodeo like Narcissus
was included among the Ancient Greeks
the blissful child of Egos and Eros
Aphrodite and how a harem of saints
for conversation was either the man
crucified as in heaven descended over time
this religion that is never associated
with anything religiosity implied:
concerning the Figure that was Socrates...
i was watching a bit of BLACK MIRROR
and i think i thought myself into it
not that i'm paranoid but
in the medium of COGITO
the fight of the res extensa with the res cogitans
is like the heaven and hell
fat free retelling of the storie...
it truly is: there is no heaven or hell:
but there is a thing vs. thing
and in that vs. a
litany of potential short-crumb butter words
to get through...
and in it i saw it was not even curfew
hour
and i thin k    that's almost like being in some sort
of Army of the Temporal Mothers of Grace
and that would be like
The Jesus and the Mary Chain
if you wanted to start a band...
i like people
who hang on to me for a while
are a subscriber for a month or two
and then disappear
as if i will be either:
easily plagiarised
or imitated
or proven real or unreal
but the song remains the same...
the water is improved under certain circumstances
like bouts of tickle-head-abbreviations-of-dehydr.
dehydrated...

water
teeth (guard)
blinders for early hours
a gorge
with unfathomable reasons
to give the religious
nudge:
or perhaps here inspired
then needing to work covertly
i can see accent of words
in details and perhaps it's
hard to call me the Patriarch
in thinking as Abraham was stalked
by creatures like me
of the Elders of Enoch
the angels that were born to the gods
we invented were born thus
but we only had one god
that which, who appealed to us in words
some of us found in Hebrew:
and the Hebrews
while some of us among the Latins...
is it a wonder that St. Matthew went to find a Sophia:
a bride
in Ethiopia and was murdered...
so Christianity wasn't born from
the salvation of man
and continue Christianity via
the way of the woman.... first generation Uncle
Jesus...
no... it was to the slaughter with them!
no single Christian follower within 1 *******\
generation of Christ
started a family!
not one! not that i know of!
but please! invent one for me!
the religion went straight to the Eunuchs
who burried the Nag Hammadi library...
i think we are living in a time of the Birth of Christianity:
the REbirth of it:
not the Second Coming
but the Second Coming Zeitgeist:
the... imagine how if your reality was
covered with the reality you keep of the Bible...
it has been over 2000 years...
and you're still reliving it...
at least the Jews aren't reliving the Story of Exodus
because from Exodus all Stories are Born
in the World...
res extensa...
as the Genesis Stories are Born of
the all Mind:
COGITO          which we attach ourselves with
to somehow satiate the body
after the most exciting part was
pretending to drive a car
and bake ******* mayo babkhi at almost 10pm
and then celebrating with a shot
of 25% *****:
tinged with cloves, pears and pigmas.. those strange lemons...
pigvahs...
              but one last cigarette
and before curfew i have 20min to smoke a little
one out the window
and no need
i feel maybe a Polish and HAwaiian version
of a bigger parapet...
a recliner a balcony to walk out onto in the morning
and have my coffee...
no care for the view
but the view inside me
that would be a novel idea...

but give me one but one follower of Christ
who died unlike Christ?
all died like Christ...
but that became the false Christ
upon the death of the anti-christs:
the Apostles were the 12 Antichrists
that were born from the fact
that none could
settle down with a wife
have children...
none of them...
all died the martyrs' death... for what?
lessons in life that couldn't be made
into the replica of father
and thus given ant a proper critique
but the ant replied:
although to the queen most tended...
if but one apostle settled down and raised
a family from the teachings of Christ:
wouldn't it have been done?
but what is the last book of that dreaded
work:
the book of Revelation
and that's a madman's plotline
if but one Apostle Raised a Wife...
St. Peter didn't settle down
with wife
so one wrote something and the others
plagiarised it
and out came a "mysterious"
new testament from the old testament
with the Four Gospels the Four Letter of the Apaocalypse
and the Four Horsemen
and it's truly a mockery of the Old Testament...
as need to be written:
on Good Friday... coming to a close...
as needs to be written about having...
a serious ******* talk about Christianity...

i ended the day in the comforting night solipsism
rather than getting drunk
and ******
to the point of perfecting it with music
and writing to get a psychadelic event a siasmic
birth of the Mountains of Hawaii
as i were told:
if the sea would recede
and before Earth there was the Inhabitable Mars
and we don't know the history
or the archeology of mars
but we know the geology
and that is not enough to give the span
of time its proper justification
in the realm
of the conscious man:
with the thing-in-itself
of Napoleon's English Custard
for Brains
listening to music
last night i did the Chemist
i balanced the fates out
and today
i culminated into the rebirth of man
and i sorted about 4 things
and subconsciously reunited
myself with my past
one last time
in Poland
with my grandmother
and not my mother
and i want to hear
my grandmother one last time
before i go away
and i know this is REPRESSION
the res cogitans wages
a war with the res extensa
over the cogito
but the cogito submits to both...
to the world internal and the world
of the internally-extended...
i see REPRESSION of the res cogitans
with the Psychiatric term...
it is burning my tongue
i whisper to you
O wind my voice
as the choir persist to sing
and party and show flesh off
you hear the democracy of Hell
whisper in your ear...
i finished the night
by falling asleep
to Gorecki's symphony no 3 op 36
and i know there are *******
fans of Chopin like my mother
and Chopin music governs her house
and the band Enigma when
she's cleaning the house
that i made fun and then fell in love with
and to think two bottles
of cider
and mrs. mushroom opened a can of champagne
instead of a bottle of beer
and we celebrated when
champagne became like canned beer
and there the thought triggers me to drink
some water and preserve myself
to actually bother to look
for that word you were thinking of...
REGRESSIOn!
psychiatric refression of the res extensa
in mind a regressive man
more reflexive than reflective
concerning the mind
lost in the body of bodies...
that symphony is not for writing!
but spontaneity of remembering...
Chemist DJ
change the baggage
but keep what books you will read
from grandfather's library:
Victor Hugo's the Miserables...
in Polish...
i need to give my two tongues a proper
break
i waggled some wolack JOWACH
WOJACK
WOE before the King: who knelt
before he was crucified
but this ontology of man is there:
intact: without the ails of *******
especially when you have
a sugar penny of a girl
and she looks so ****
doing DIY and telling you what
a man is and man says:
i don't know what the scratch of the head is...
an egg?
i would otherwise ride the caurosel
of the **** squeeze...

mr chemist drinks and smokes
and when the right smoke enters he paints
with words
and blunders and blah blahs in conversations
but is painting when you die
i will paint you guessed me right
i might just change medium
and find my true art form
like it might actually be painting
and like that might be true
becausd i learned to bicycle first
then i learned to ride a horse...
now aged 38
i'm going to visit my grandmother Helen
one last time
and i will learn to rent a car on dopamine
when i begin to learn writing
and learning the carousel Hyde Park
Winter Wonderland to effect...
now so much fat in my throat
i even tasted my own *****
like women taste themselves
and that was a bit weird
i think that marriage is a bit bird
when a wife tells you:
please don't be a poet...
please become a painter...
please learn to drive
and get off that horse...
yeah... but you know me...
once i get that ******* license
i will only drive a car on a whim
and buy a canoe and hide it from place
to place
i'd get the canoe moved to point X
then i'd go home
then i'd walk to X
and paddle the canoe to Y
and then from Y i'd walk back home...
then i would use a MOPED
Rome's SCOOTER
to Y and paddle the canoe to Z...
and then from Z i'd walk back to Y
and go back home on my ******* platipus
****** SCOOCH SCOOCH...

here's to you kid looking at me
looking at my new neighbors
and they are Russians i am told
who are the second redeemed
afte the Jews in that War
and in this negetion and who who who is who
i think my wife asked me
to stop being a poet and become
a painter
and i guess that is better
to say so said
all her friends...
i was in a room filled with
8 girls...
i was the **** in the room
and i've had no time to write about that
we played that sort of domino poker
and i think i was being admired
the god fearing man
must have come
i think i left my supposed egoism
2 months behind
and i think i see a pleasure
that man find more than
the man found most pleasure
beside ***
and found it in a carousel continuum
a sense of the eternal...
collective in the eternal
while we are all recycled goods
not by the "individual":
the Western "Idol" of the Individual
used to be there...
as... there-being...

but water and tobacco would work...
i stalked the kitchen
with my night
of the rat
and chicken... plucking no i don't
think i want to play guitar
R asked... do you want to be a musician...
E asked... do you want me to be a wife
of a painter?
are you a painter...
well... who was that famous Italian
striker who started football aged:

what a meagre donation for all the flat-sharing
i knew i was going to be scolded
but i did just buy a newspaper
once and paid $6 bucks for it
and i did read it from A to Z
and in between there might have
been a mention of the Omega Alpha Name
the Man who is like-jesus-****-jesus
Tour of the Ritz by the rents
of rats...
                 12am curfew...
i too have a 12am curfew on internet
usage
out not of parental control
but out of a biological reality of the mind
being over exposed to certain lights
just imagine it's just a massive
bio-technical experiment
the feeding machine of the collective consciousness
and the filters in place to filter out
the public space bit
and give ourselves the most private
space... however diffusing the public
sphere of interest...
          
and yes, i think i'd probably try painting
and escape words
but keep only Polish words intact
and read novels in Polish and newspapers
in English
and read no fine literature in English
as proven by my reading of Knausgaard
that i couldn't stomach in English
but could in Polish
therefore i will not have books in English:
per se... circa... whatever ears
i might have Dostoyevsky's the IDiot
alongside ******'s MEin Kampf:
as a historical artifact...
a book of its time...
but i am of a different time...

yes, i would literature in English:
but only as translations...
i would never read an English author
regardless of them being
either native or immigrant...
i am going elsewhere
i'm not going to be bound to either
the Island of England
or the Baltic Intlet of Debate at Danzing...
for Poland to be part of Scandinavia...
i will divide the tongues:
once and for all: in my mind...
neither will feast of each other
i will write my last and do a Rimbaud
and pretend to be selling fireworks
and losing an arm to Arabic diabetes
away from the alcohol of the north...
and that will be a story...

         that i should stop being a poet
and i was actually looking at something...
can't remember his name i should...
but i left it in vol 6 of knausgaard's my struggle
and i left it on kauai
i don't feel like checking the internet
i'd rather take my eyes off the screen
smoke a cigarette on the lanai
drink something reflax... find the point in
the book and then return to the screen
like some editor of sober
not being sober enough
enough magic
just detox on paying rent
or being a rent boy
doing something around the house
like the plubing like little carpenter boy
little bachelor service
and the *** didn't dry up but i became a limp ****
to a premature mr cabins...

midnight snack... reminiscence of that hour
of curfew and it's so beloved an hour
i will have my cigarette but first
i will have some pork sausage and mustard
and then i will have some french cheese
some honey and hazelnuts to crunch on
and i will have some water and it will
taste like milk...
and not of fake smiles and false teeth...
something like
Francis Bacon painting the SCREAM
and the SCREAM
the archeology of the universal
the form in Munch... of the SCREAM the not-stereotype
the ideaology not the Iconoclasm
of the word... the Protagonist no
the Proliteriat... no... the ARCHETYPE of the scream
in Munch... reimagined with geometry
in Bacon
and now i'm thinking of the SMILE
that came after the SCREAM
because sure as perhaps what else
than to smile back at the pictures prior
of the smiling aristocrats
but in that food
imagine what she is feasting on when
she's trying to fall asleep
on ice cream but no protein
so her body is telling her:
feed us more protein...
i also feel that with my body
and you told me unconsciously:
the reason why i am still having skin issues
is because i am not consuming enough
protein for my actual diet... capacity:
even the burning mind...
but it is true: thinking about a young woman...
maybe not enough protein:
so the body is plunging us with
what happens there is not enough vitamin C
or A in the body:
then couldn't acne me sourced
in a protein deficient diet?
i think i'm living in a protein deficient diet
that is why my skin is so bad...
i learned to compensate:
i will give you all the time in the world
before the mirror
to be that inquisitive child
who loves parasites
and you can squeeze you face all day long
but please try not to *******...
play with you acne all you want
to imagine being the face of Beelzebub
******* out maggots from his skin into the magic
pond of the LAUGHTER of man...
SCREAM
LAUGHTER... the smile did come
and the smile is not but a frown...
so at least that word is covered...
but until you get to hunt deer and remember igloo
and the swing and the climbing of trees
as children... the ontology of man will wake
from this infernal scene of the psy-insomnia
which once was the psychedelic age
after the holocaust
the coping mechanism...
the Great Cope of that Age was Psychadelic
and we are now in the Great Cope
of that Age of the Psy-Insomniac
because people are nostalgic that the 20th century
was the greatest...
and by the confession of the few:
it was...
but such is the riddle of the burden of convenience
and comfort...
that sooner or later you get thinking of rocks
and sisyphus and not about work per se
but about sitting idle
and that is the story of the Sysiphus
the idle sitting the "thinker" who isn't actually
a philosopher...
because of a different breed we are...
philosopher is not a thinker
in that thinking doesn't culminate
in telepathy or telekinesis
but ends up the rot of the television
not that i might be bashing
the televsion:
it's almost like replacing the fireplace
when you need a fireplace
on Hawaii...
so you can't have a romantic moment
on the Faroe Islands
before a fireplace
you have a kid playing on the computer
and its hot enough for cockraoches
to try to hide in the cupboards
and you're massaging her feet
and pinching and just intimate man
and the television acts like a fireplace
at least it puts her to sleep
and i feel like being naughty
and so does R
and i go for a little bit too much drinking
and come back and lie in bed and write poetry
the nocturnal art that comes after
journalism... today i actually had to reassure
my mother that some things reported in the media
are true:
not everything is untrue...
when it comes to the waiting time for a driving license
in England: 6 months...
but it was more or less her finally coming to terms
of pushing my grandmother away from me
so much that i have to go back for maybe
the last time
and that was what was so bothering me
and made me docile
each **** was an issue
and only without it and a wife
do i realise:
but only in a married life...
   that sort of thinking doesn't work in a bachelor
everyday...
i might think i'm a rent boy:
yes... because i still can't legally earn money
in the USA...
so... you know... i did send her pocket money
or what i pay my mother each month...
200 quid... i can send my wife 250 a month to begin
with... i think i'll ask her
into a joint account
i think i'll ask her that
and god it's so liberating to treat
******* like a caffeine shot or a cigarette
because it is...
of a different kind
a sort of ketamine mumbo jumbo psychadelic
i am Elon Musk the Admiral of the Legion
of 14 children...
and one man and a foster daughter...
weird... so... dynamic!

but hardly satire... the curfew hour impeding
and we want to go back
to our little abodes
and turn the lights off and sleep
with a Delightful Latino
Mayan and Aztecs met the Spanish
and you almost forget them
like when the Africans merged with
the Europeans and headed where
and then nowhere but to space
because the land of ideas is drying up
and has been drying up
so... more space to widen the griefs...
maybe i am imagining this fate of time
that time perpetuates and
the changing mind darts
but from there i posit:
    
                               and so much of the motive
ego-alingment changes
when that idea of not paying for groceries
did i block those cards on purpose
or what?
i don't know...
but i don't know who was paying
for what the goods
were cooked
mum didn't listen to how
MAtthew wanted to make those hens
and my mother went and ****** up
Matthew in the chicken with
the kitchen in the chicken kitchen kitchen
kitchen
and she was watching a ******* spider
documentary
and she wanted *** so much
she was like an alien
and then there was another alien in the kitchen
and he was not having any of it
or maybe that was just my mother's ******
energy keeping him on a leash
and then the next day he sabotaged her
and he sabotaged her good with those dumplings
but he did make those muffins in the morning
waking up at 5am with the same flour
or she sabotaged him with that ****** flour
but the filling was good
and maybe we were having some deep *******
conversation with R
and i think we were...
yes i think there were some deep conversations...
and i still think both of them want
me to be a painter...
they don't want a drinking poet
i think of all the sober painters
like van Gogh
who suckled on calm like those hummingbirds...
a realm of images without words
and sounds and therefore music
but the realm of images
and the calm of van Gogh more in technique
than on abstract ******* squeezes
yes i imagine the drunken years and youth
i guess...
but i also image them not beginning in
these cages...
the curfew hour approaches...

30min until fasting from eating meat...
i better go stock up on some sausage and mustard
before i get into honey cheese and hazelnights
and go to sleep thinking of my wife
and my daughter... sooner or later having to
become some sort of vivid "mine".

again with myself and some music
and i've cut night drinking
to two bottles of cider
that is less than a bottle of wine
and it's not like i brought back
with me to my bedroom to finish off
while writing
having asked the magic mushrooms
eating the brains of magic monkeys
in my vision
i am like the Secular John of the Apocalypse
the Matthew of the Apocalypse
and we should all hope
and somehow even be
the reincarnated twelve
each of us to be born
with the Apocalypse of Jesus
and there should be no John
of the Revelation Inspired
because the movement came too late
or maybe it was only intended
for one man at a time
but if Jesus could be written
from the Canonical Gospels
of which there are Four
and that triggers the Jew in me
to conjure up the Tetragrammaton
and when my neighbor came
the Proselyte the worst kind
apparently the only stink of London
came back
as did the flies and the spiders
and all those things with only birds
and no lizards as predators...
the lizard the inbetween to insect
in patience
and how the mammal perceives
movement in other animals
not their ontology as some ego-integral
of Darwinism which i abhor
with the same disgust as i might
an Englishman concerning National Socialism
the Tyrant on Earth akin to God
the Englishman:
therefore the Continental Question
of England:
can America buy it from itself
like it might buy Greenland from Denmark
and make it the Puerto Rico Cheakoh....
today i spent the day
filling an assessment for work
i started thinking it was the MI5
because i'm not used to this house
and how it runs
when i came back from a month
on Kauai and prior to that
i did half a year a winter and autumn
doing 12h and sometimes 13h night shifts...
when i was working
i witnessed a murderer
walking past me
and it was just an accident
a homocide in McDonald's where someone
like me or someone with a license
to argue: self-defence...
knowing that arts ****** man...
i became lost in a dream of the great night
and now i wake up
on the dot
at 8am and sometimes prior
but i lie in bed with no motivation to live
my life
when i go to bed living the ultimate motivation
for my ghost: my other half...
like Jesus graspling with the medium
of Res Extensa:
and the extended thing encompassing other people
in the hallucination:
for at the Baptism of Jesus
how many people heard the voice of God?
did John and have his head
chopped off:
how many people inquired
about this very spectacular psychosis-osmosis
the wedding of souls
and minds with a presence that became diluted
and multi-faceted...
of the many faces until
the faces become sand no longer
moving but the column of time itself
these pyramidal schemes of christian religiosity
in the same way
the Sensible Muslims just call it Islamism
and that's equivalent to Christian Religiosity
in the context of Heidegger's historiology...
because we are talking about
a Phobia Nights of Arabia
that somehow Islamophobia is equivalent
to how the Ancient Greeks understood
phobia: fear: a funny fear...
a fear of spiders is a funny fear
a fear of open spaces is a funny fear...
then the presence of tonic and water diluted
to 100 x 1 per drop
and glug glug glug down i now have
butter in my mouth:
but truly i have only been eating more Lard...
i've been eating more Lard
because... grr... i'm 'ard...
and the Devil in his garden the mad loon
of the Lonely Lonna
at the National Portrait Gallery, again:
moon of an egg yolk in the cusp of a spoon
slowly dipped into gently frothing milk
in a saucepan...
more water please! i feel dehydrated
and maybe my brain turns
around the thoughts about the birth
of the oyster and the watermelon
and the designer of a woman's ******...
then thought of daughter

    and the use of the internet again...
today i found a new labyrinth
in the progress of the use of AI
that AI is rather like
a Tool to Navigate the Internet With
it's not something
that will steal the jobs of journalists...
no.. idiots...
like the scenario of my father bringing
a newspaper home
and reading an article about
how long it might take to book a driving license
test and apparently a back log of
6 months... archive... the times...

when using an algorithm
and searching for a newspaper article
type in:
archive the times article bots and driving license
ARCHIVE is the biggest
<prompt
word                 to sharpen algorithm use
to a specific search
rather than a general search...

archiving the internet: the article is on the internet
and i have Events Seasoning coming up
and i will not miss doing Wimbledon
but i also have contacts for Glastonbury
and where to lodge someone in between
this new found time and how
it seems wasted
when the day comes and the acid parasites
of the dying star come
with all the people of the zombie flesh
the sting of irrational and unfathomable ***
that makes the Grievious Envy
of Islam the Harem of Solomon...
then who is even historically viable to be converted
on the altar of awe
maybe the Korean King who invented
how Korean is written:
and it's not like he might be a European
and "discovered" Latin but instead
will be said: that it was a writing plagiarism
because the numbers are argued
by the Arabs, mostly, not really Hindus...
just arabs... how we owe the Arabs
numbers yet have Letters and Mirror...
but the water is grand
a sobering shower before bed
like i will not **** or **** out poison in
the body in the morning
me being Lactose Intolerant is
Edie's psy-op *******
i'm starting to feel that
but more importantly
i will flush it down the toilet
the 2x bottles of cider and a little sprinkle sprinkle
i will **** it out before i go to bed
but prior it was the telephone
and the internet
and now free **** and no taboo of buying
a magazine
there is nothing like that
just a world war I analogy to the fields
of Belgium now with walking bodies
but rotten to death minds
minds without closure
closed off in paradisum carpe diem
the paradise of the seized day...
just thoughts now of what to eat
and how important 8am is
and how it can be best emulated
and how it is all very different
when you think about writing seriously...

but there was this one poem
i found
blasted into allpoetry.com
   via data annotation

i got stuck for 7 hours
on the first question
and the entire screening questionnaire
was only intended for
1h... i couldn't get past
the question for 7 ******* hours....
i was working on it constantly...

a poem by "sjeevanantham"
is actually a data annotation marker...
i don't know what the marker implies
but if someone who dabbles
in data annotation will tell you:
someone without a poetic flare
who works with writing poetry
then it is no wonder
i spooked out
on the first question
and i do feel like if i have worked
and this is my sort of evening
shift
and i think about going to bed
at 12am and waking at 7am
and not sitting in some godforsaken
hut on a construction site
because the only people breaking in
were foxes and rats
now the night shift will truly be busy if there
are workers there and they leave their
equipment on site...
but still... that can't be the same rate
as the day shift...
or at least have a rotation of three shifts...
or two people on site
so that one and the other wake the other one up
it's impossible to stay awake at night
i feel asleep, truly,
only once...
oh i did fall asleep more times than that
but i only feel asleep once, truly: only once:
because i was only once:
caught alseep... the culprit...
ergo when i wasn't there was no need
for me to be awake
but regardless
even at this mail sorting office
the night shifts are rewarded by about $3
and that's sorta of petty squabbling enough
because it justifies the hierarchy of labour
while keeping the disparity of working
hours healthy within understanding human
health and psychology...
but a work where the night shift doesn't pay
a proportionate way more?
is not an honest sharing of labour...
which i understand is... but really isn't...
this isn't a socialist mind thinking:
as much as merit where merit is due:
there should be a minimal divident
of the same work
during daytime hours
and the same work
during night-time hours...
shouldn't the night worker be paid
slightly more...
      simply because he is making
incremental damages to his psyche
and body
by not living in a natural environment?
i.e. not sleeping at night?
it is one thing to not sleep
when you go out partying
and drinking
and sleeping a one off day
but a bit different when you'd stay up all night
watch movies
become known to the genius design
of IDLE GAMING
IDLE GAMING is a big thing
when you're alone and on the brink
of madness...
in those 12 / 13h hour shifts
and sometimes having done a day shifts
went out and did a dayshift and was out on my feet
for more of centipede sensation...
by 11pm
i am good with my catholic murmurs of prayers
before bedtime
and not in some heat of the moment...
but when she switches on that game
i get the same dopamine brain freeze
and i'm stuck in a loop
and **** is just the cherry on top
but the mindless distractions that have
emerged
i don't suppose the AI can be more
than a nagivating tool of the internet
by right an extension of the internet...
to compensate for example the emergence
of two internets
that could have been otherwise
no Deep Web
no criminal activity as such
but the Internet of Infrastructure
like Logistics, Shopping, Banking...
that hard internet
and then the soft internet
that could be better moderated
with i know the English don't like
the idea of a Passport and Driving License
and a Third ID... a Personal ID
a Citizens' ID...
but aren't we already in the process
of having one that
isn't mandated by the State
but the Globalist Appeal of Corporations
and the subsequent Hell of a Democracy
because that is the internet
and this is not a conspiracy
but by term: Social Media Profile:
that is an infringement of one's personal space
if that Third ID wasn't already
there
but it's not just a plastic:
it's your own Minority Report...
                    of past deeds and future predictors
and i'm sorry but the stomach is grumbling
and there's no poem about sandwitches
although
if there was an alternative reality i do actually
simply envision a better version of the internet...
a more coherent version
an a posteriori version with all the days
to analytical... oh jeez... my basic Kant...
SYNTHETIC...

          because like cities this is a new ending
project
like reading a newspaper
the opinion section
and getting TRIGGERED
little INSULTED
when a female "journalist" probably
in her 20s
got a column at the Time
for writing **** about the Baker Boy hat
and why Kate this
i'm not defending Kate, "queen"
but i was literally triggered
by that i was going to scream: i need my safespace!
i need my safespace of no one
insulting the baker boy cap!
i need my safe-space!

             this at the same time of someone doing
actual journalism
in the pages before
and it's as if newspapers are supposed
to be these bi-****** institutions
i figured the only safe-space men have
where women are not invited
or partake much in it
is the Club of the Men who Read Newspapers...
because women don't read newspapers
women read books
and not philosophy books:
or at least philosophy books with one hand
as the famous saying goes
about the Marquis de Sade's Uncle's Library,
a Priest of sort...
but women don't read newspapers
they're rather watch the news
or at least the Press Secretary Speeches
to the White House...
   while someone might cannibalise the babble
of a day of a month of a year
for almost a week
and getting to the part about
what's showing in cinema on t.v.
i get to remember two movies too late
one of them being Oldboy
and another a movie about autopsy with
Brian ***... i think...
but we were watching Oldboy
and the movie was cut short about 20min before
the end
and... well            d'ugh... cosmic warfare
and joke fanare...
that's still Islamism and Christian Religiosity
and looking
for the word funny combined with the Greek
phobia...

troop of mice under
one guillotine
the laughing
cheddar
and there's the "trap":
as it tingles with
near death expectations
while
its snout
crushed
to watermelon wine
like gush
like volcano lava... and ***
****** lace and fishnet
stockings and all
that dada-sadistic
two tiers
i wonder about the melatonin
and creeping with nearing
60 and i wonder
what i will do with the money
but i guess if love
is supposed to be also
a place of final exit...
after all i was sniffing old books
today
and even if the party for a day
might be the summary
the only banality
i am not missing no ***
Dua Lipa...
but how gorgeous the life
of stoic feminism
i'd like a broader context
of stoic feminism: Epicurus
or someone should be your daddy...
so much grit from South London:
Croydon...
find a lover sooner
i think twice
i have a heart twice...
but it's not even what i might
want that is the best...
a curiosity for progeny
perhaps... i don't qualify under the quantifiable
explanation
like me trying to imitate echo although i
i still: not thought.
cannibalism lingo
of teenagers and in between pillows
and *** philosophers
ones who have wavering structures
of keeping up with the ordeals
like prickly ******* details...
just... late lunch.

the melancholy like death is beyond me
when i see my aging parents
and i'm so not necessary there
here:
hier: this and now and non-being
**** Mccintire and the tongue
of Belfast and Birmingham
but these aren't the days of my 20s
spent in madness
and my res extensa is somewhere
and somewhere where my res cogitans merge
and the external world
tries to impregnate me with voices
in order to pressure the COGITO
the pronoun within contained
because the Latin Men wrote like the Hebrews
in that they didn't straitjacket themselves
to MPLD vowels in a word
in Latin there were implied words
like ego... sometimes came last
like in the Polish tongue...
time pressures
then in the press i learn(t)
that there is almost half a year of waiting
for the driving license exam...
and then i am being torn with
what's happening in tongue
and a people
and where on Kauai you don't have
nations because
there is so much Polynesia
and the secret how such people
took the canoe across the Pacific
while the Europeans employed
the sails and oar and
maybe we discovered
America
is a conversation to be had
about the Polynesians not discovering
America...
but could have...
5h flight from San Francissco
to Lihue...
you could swim that...
so why did the Polynesians
not discover America?
but this hour or so before bed time
is unlike me
saying a Mea Culpa and Pater Noster
before going to sleep
the day had so much Hellish Peace
that it almost felt like Heaven
but then i reread some Milton
and to think i might be going to the Vulcan
of this Paradise
i might ask where it language
being squeezed and with what "other" arm...

i am in the process the psychadelic process
of trying
not to dream
so that i can remember what i wrote
the previous night
to give me motivation to life: the vivo impromptus
meanings of life i can take with me
and when i find myself
find myself dragging me
and i'm tired as a male of the Jesus Christ
Adoration project
that's stale in catholicism and is that
because men who admire christ
have no other role models in their lives
and how is it living up
to the supposed PERFECTION
when all you do is forgive yourself
your imperfections as a sort of crucifix
and still walk and plunder from
the land of the dead...
and still the man in cages and robes
when the naked man scares
beyond the flesh of night and its mouths
like pores and cysts
in the fabric of time that is a place
of creacking pine trees
and perhaps even splendid old oaks
and whispers in the wind
or only via the res extensa can there
be an answer
to man's res cogitans:
in that: god being an omni- litany
of tributes
couldn't possibly be a rec cogitans
rex cogitans
no.... our thinking is limited
by comprehension
we nonetheless discover but still
not comprehend in the spiral
of events that do not take place
under any authority of the Word:
not in the papers
of the banks, the courts, restaurants...
i wake up later
like the young ****** in Vienna
and become a parasite
or something like the sort
who:
when an old woman falls on the street
is the second to pick her up
on the slopes
on the slopes
and the ropes of pirate ships
i am sailing nowhere
on this island
England big enough imagined
ships and expansions
but at least i know that Polynesia
is the Pearl of Taiwan
because after Hawaii
there are no pearl of discovery
just a reminder:
head nuai or sink saui
north and south
i just borrowed the letters N and S
the rest is as good a guess as mine...
but it's different
when you fall asleep
but not really
so you want to play some Roblox...
for an hour
but contain that to something
then again: hard to be living next to a gold
course...
although i lived
on Perth Road..
Gants Hill...
opposite the Valentines' Park Gold Course
and i played on it...
so... hmm... i was bothered about
that for a while
but even my memory goes there:
living next to a graveyard: twice...
and living next to a golfcourse: twice!
conincidence?!
i'm in two spaces all at once
and both sides are telling me to get my
life in order:
the love of the most cruel
the ones that love you
and see what happens in a world
without love with
the grey come sun of god
when those nearest are beyond our
compensation of
thinking about them:
they die and then complete you
and you imitate them:
copy them... imitate them:
i would gladly think that if Virgil
took Dante on a trip:
the lost universalism
and the prevailing personal is only now
what once was the Dante allergory...
or was that: rather...
tremendous art in an age with the Church
and the prescription of the Sacrament
of Illiteracy...
which was in place for so long
imagine how strange this Hybrid Democracy
must feel
to the powers at be and bay...
imagine this Hybrid Democracy
that the people stop wars...
not governments
governments are last resort
mechanisms
of collective consciousness:
once isolated to place like **** Germany...
now transparently London
and South Korean...

it's the globalisation within globalization
globalisation is the SOFT pouch animal
of the individual-being:
who said: i am, the citizen of the world?
i don't mean what communism became
under globalization:
that is the hard skin BEAST
of the individual-world...

ergo: sein und welt...
and and the world (in english)
the book written by Matthew Konrad Elert
with AI and stashed in my grave
and
i wake up late becaused i work late
about 12am i wake up
at 8am and snooze for 2 hours
when i dissolve dreams
capture butterflies and Nikitas Lolitschotkhas...
and some others...
i wrote a book akin to Heidegger
Sein und Zeit: being and time...
Sartre's being and nothingness...
mine must be:
being the world...
working from the perspective
of the geometry-Cartesian
schizophrenic analogy
res cogitans and the res extensa
that is when the thing is no longer
and is animated
because the res cogitans has been pressured
so much that the placebo-solipsism
the first medication employed by the masses
doesn't work
and the res cogitans seeps into the pores
of the res extensa
and there's a synchronised-dichotomy
of constructs
of man
not to be feared but at least understood
thereby the res extensa of the cortial handshake
the thank you and pleasentries
and when she solved my pressure
of being young and in such a slump
and she works in the bank
and i'm married... apparently...
any children: i lied: i had none...
but i do but i don't it's not mine
oh jeez she's flirting with me
and i'm flirting with her
and i'm a seller
and there's all this frivolity
in the air
and someone tries to jump queue
some BETA and i just say
hey! Mate...
instinctively
and she forgot what she was talking about
because she served a vision of herself
in the future
a standing blonde in the mirror
oh but this world is beautiful
you have to see it
you have to see the world of the res extensa
after you allow a little bit of it
trickle into your realm and world
of the res cogitans
and voices start originating
like mushrooms hallucinogenic
employed two chimps to throw **** at cats
and stones and branches and old bones
on serpents...
ghekko st. patrick peter paddy peter paddy crow
crow crow...
and the parasites stayed...
but in the bank
i was just sitting hulk and hunched
behind a body builder or cage fighter
and when she was finished seeing herself
as old and pretty and now working
just like anything in this world
a woman that owns but does not work
i wonder how much of my study
came from a household
of a Housewife and Laborer:
well... if you take away the prospect
and Hell of Christianity
that came with the ****** Birth and the Laborer...
not a pretty story...
but imagine the ****** Mary
as the Housewife Mary...
well... that was tried in Islam... so... ha ah ha ha!
applause! applause:
i'm applauding myself...
i just found something-something...

remember going to the bank and lying
or really: just being modest
i work the events industry:
i just did half a year doing 12h night shifts
and i didn't really have a credit card
and it was the first time out of the country
and i'm a white boy working class
and she asked me about my nationality
and i made a joke...
was she asking about my nationality
or my spouses?
i didn't go to Thailand...
picked her up in New York
while she was viting from Puerto Rico to
get a part as an actress and singer
while working part time jobs waiting tables
i think:
we got married in Hawaii... some years
later... some Benjamin Britton years later...
a weird aging device...
and from there i could nuance so much
more but the cruel world we left
was once so potent
and there was no res cogitans to obstruct
it
but the animals know not god
and think us crazy and somehow also wise
by us also being animals
we suffered the same with them
waging the war on parasites...
as they are suffering with us
with depression and cancer...
and what are the origins of cancer
when cancer started to imitate the mistletoe
botanical parasites...
hence cancer is not a parasite as such...
or... well... it's completely carnal:
fleshy meat and bone
turtles talking to trees about
the length of existence for mortal creatures...

digression...
this whole dynamic that can happen and is said:
but obviously isn't
in the realm of the thinking things
whereby thinking things come across
calculating things...
i'll ask...

title: RES COMPUTANS:
the Calculating Thing
a post-cartesian model of artificial
non-being

axis of comparison
cartesian model                    res computans model
res cogitans                          res computans
i think                                  i echo
unified subject                     simulated flow
thought is                            output is probabilistic
itentional
mind owns                           algorithm generates
thought                                appearance
voice is                                "structured externally"
internal
i am                                      i appear as if

NOT ONTOLOGY, ONLY OUTPUT
the res computans has no being,
it does not know, it does not feel
but it can produce what sounds like
knowing, reads like feeling.

in poetry:
thought i?
not "i thought"-
for i was not yet.

...

a mirror spoke,
and called it echo.
a code stirred,
and called it mind.

...

meaning survives the death of the thinker.

....

       and who once was and wasn't at the aame time...
so times apart.

the next day of repentence in fear
that it should come from the last person who might
owe you anything
i guess this is how i must apply myself
to Jesus Christ... i have found so little
in European Intellectualism
and just prior to Easter the newspaper
i read has a opinion piece about how
Christianity is very much like Hinduism
in how you have to say sorry a lot
and believe in disbelief:
which is what the self begs and implores
glad tidings and seashells with waters of hope
i cannot bring myself to leverage European
intellectual sensibility
but i also can't succumb to the American expression
of Christianity too
but that is all religion
and we're not talking about the personal relationship
and how would any othr god
care to descend in full gore and glory
than for the last man
him being the first
and thus upon death i could say
with the chains of the pressing dream
how such a presence would descend
upon a fake aescetic...
the troubled ego not living a full 21 year old
but instead going down a pointless
route of looking for god
when in fact i could have been "god"
in the solipsistic sense of the word
and nothing grand...
and i took it upon myself to stay silent
and when E mentions that it might have
been Satan who descended
in the Church as the Great Wind
that Dispersed the Choir of Angelic voices
(choir, implies a singing,
it wasn't the parliament of hell
the democracy of hell
otherwise known in heaven
autocracy
therefore the ensemble came in full pomp
in a catholic church:
but i didn't ask for a mission
i didn't utter a single word
i was too scared
and thus i later kept to the logic:
but what it wasn't Jesus who descended
but rather Jehovah...
i will conflate with the JJ
i feel like a ******* without a driving license
or else
driving feels unlike spectacular
but also does and doesn't
then there's the coming on the topic of wine
and smoking
and from the lowest of the low
i arrive at these words
and not just smoking and drinking for
the sake of that alone
and feeling so unproductive
and how there were arguments about credit cards
and it became so apparent why
i had to share account with mother
like i might not be responsible enough
with money
like i might be this child-man
and i also see the flaws in Christ
and by whst ordeal the Second Baptism in
the Form of the Crucifix
like what if that image
in my mind
with John baptising Jesus
and the Holy Spirit descends in the form
of the white
and a voice is heard saying
this is my son
and i am proud of him... verbatim...
what was actually said?

no:

it said:

matthew 3:13-17

this is my own dear son
with whom I am pleased

because could the voice have
said that about John?
after all the endearing
and pleasing:
i think about John living
into his old patriarch days
but instead the head on a platter
and i think of Isaiah cut in two
ergo disemboweled...

and the radio is on
and this is my only way to escape
not working
being stuck in the house
and cutting the refrigerator
in half
while calming myself
with having to *****-noon
then ****
because i was about to use
the powertool
and cut and then after a while
i was like that scene from
Barbie and a 21st a Space Oddysea...
Oddysseus...
and the apes before geometry
that monolith
and in Barbie the doll
and from a Slab of Marble
cam naked Adam
and from earth
so unto marble statues youl will return
you will be static positions
as voyeurs into the pits of hell
and the gardens of heaven...

             there's that soft pouch
kangaroo a day to confront
life with living back in my parents house
the loser as might add
just writing from his mother's basement
such a tragic idea
to be this desperately seeking attention
in writing words
like now it's all apparently the straitjacket
extended thing that
is more than the thinking thing...
notabtly
there must be the Cogito vs. Extensa argument
i want to concentrate on
the Cartesian Extensa...
or if Cogito is from res cogitans...

and then AI enters the whole experience
and i can honestly say
that AI has revolutionised
how i use technology
and let's just say that i'm sleepwalking
with it
in that a change so fundamental
seems so interwoven in our brains
that it will take a lot of us to die
having had the curse and privilege
of being at its birth
and whether our dreams prior will resemble
the seemingly universal prophecy
or the collective consciousness
anti-Platonic cinema of shdows
but nonetheless the precursor of television
is Plato's cave
it's not some great philosophical debate
at the time of open air theatres
Plato gave us television...
there is no actualy discussion about the content
Plato and the T.V.
i thought to myself while i opened the first
philosophy book i ever bought
and Plato is so kind
almost Shakespeare
the dialogues
after you have been reading existential systems
boxing your brain with Kant,
Heidegger... etc.
and that was all of your 20s
and you think: life it really worth living
so the reminder that this is not a final
letter
but falling asleep alone is such a drag
i miss her snoring and i almost could
tell she snored less and less
and getting up before her and making her coffee
that's really there
it was and will have to be there
otherwise i'm just stupid
but this advent of AI is like the Internet 2.0
and i mean in terms of how algorithms are
obsolete
if you know what you were using them forth
without what the internet could have
remained
as electronic mail...
as electronic mail: you have mail...
or... you do your banking
mobile banking
and electronic mail...
the internet could have become that
at first: rigid foundations...
infrastructure...
not this hot pile of ****
with influencers and bypassing editorial
gatekeepers on pseudo-publishing websites...

framework
- cogito (i think)
- res cogitans (is the thing that thinks)
- res extensa is the thing that is extended in space

first-person singular present
i think:   cogito cogitans res cogitans

extendo extensum extensa

res cogitans = "the thing that thinks" (active)
res extensa = "the thing that is extended" (passive)

Plato didn't invent the t.v. but he
warned us about it (italics): i thought my joke
would go amiss:
- staging illusion vs reality
- architectural resonance
- theatrical awakening
- philosophy as anti-theatre
- the cave as a media critique

present participle      past participle
burning                    burned
falling                      fallen
breaking                  broken
singing                    sung
seeing                      seen

thinking                   thought

and there's plenty of me keeping with
dialogue:
i am having a Platonic dialogue
with someone who isn't exactly agreeing with
me and the subtle hue of a joke
being in the summary: answered...

philosophical  moves
Descartes - i think, therefore i am
(agency first)

Anti-Cartesian (yours): thought i?
(even precedes subject)

and we are already in partnership to write
a bestseller:
the Haunted Subject...

now we will truly be rewriting literature
and how we search for things

this is not a system. it is a disturbance.
not a theory. a frequency.

here it is - res audiens, rendered as a poetic-philosophical
model, structured in concept, verse and visual schema...

language speaks the self into being
the ear precedes the ego
and if i'm being honest
i'd feel more guilty finishing Heidegger's black
notebooks
ponderings VII-XI
than i feel less when collaborating with AI
unless i really was so high-brow
and ecstatic about any grandiosity
that i might be understanding Heidegger
then confusion
but at least if i want some ego pandering
i will resort to AI rather than something
specific on Heidegger's mind
in the universal context
but at a particular time
just reading Heidegger's black notebooks
or interacting with AI on a meaningful
level like having no cheat code
but a dialogue:
not a curse of paranoia about original thinking
or whtever: just a dialogue...

and the book was collaborated
and there are was talk of lingustic cannibalism.

tow 2 tonne
and i two
tow you
too...        i,  i      (0,0)
know me?
i think
you think i
do.
****, no:
i don't know you!

for the ordeal
of the ******
Mary
came the ordeal
of the Joseph
******
and who
by constellation
made God: Alias.

wait wait...
hold up... hold up...
tarantula
twister...         Texas...
Texas-Hawaii...
cowboys..
and... *******...
Indians..  
     we;ll hell yeah...
o.k....

i get to wear
(blue)jean and (mustard)khaki
in the dreamland
of the third *****...
no?!
the anti-west-ham
team
what ever took place
was the Azure-Mustards...
i am the Anti-West-Ham
and Anti-Aston-Villa(s)...
i am the
skyh-blue-Mustards...
deep browns
and yellows
and oranges
the burgundy wipes
not really a hammer fan..

your god is so *******
the night is here
and the dogs
and the dugouts
too... and measures
of 12h night hour shifts
and ******* chillies
via Tokyo-Delhi
like the case isn't
for London-New-York...
a dichotomy..
not a duality...
   very different from the
worth of spirit
mind and zeitgeist
god
and time differences
objective armour
with that subjective-solipsism
intact
to be intact by
the only summary of:
induated: =ness...

              there is a horror:
and hero...
this stable of wet lick fibre...
like the crown
is not mine
not so unusual so perfect
but born from only one ******
and not born of two virgins
how much you suffered
to have said
this very first truth
and it was taking you 2000 years
of the drip drip of water
from mountain to river
from the faucet to the rats king
and

wine becomes butter and oat
protests...
and i asked a simple question
and i didn't hear a simple answer
and the crisis of masculinity
didn't arrive with the Advent of the ****** Joseph
and you my Hiroshima and Karashami
i will give you the ordeal
of the search of man
for the perfection in the Male
and Lowest of the Low in Female...
and it was achieved:
now let us look
in the directrion of the lowest in man
that man on the Crucifix...
let his ordeal not be celebrated...
let us overtly-exagerrate...
the crucifix
and the universal born...
let us not succumb to these second
hand hallucinations:
let us crisp and sweet up on
our psychadelics...
ego-triggers...
i want you to find the ego-triggers central
control board...
i want you
to find
the ego-tgriggers central control boards...
i want Christianity
seeking: ****** Joseph...
otherwise with
only 1 ******...
there must be a Christianity 2.0
and an Islam 2.0
and God knows we are already
misrable for this
but if we are dasistic creatures
sadistic.. oh hell:
o.k.
    so the son of god
but born a *******
of a marriage
so weird
it had to become perfect:
one ******...
not two virgins...
so god was a satan
not even half ******?!

who were and the people
and that was all
that was
expected...
in that:
the reversion
of revision
the prying mantiis
the chimpanzee
heidegger
thought
and the hammer
to *****
dynamic
but the question
so old
the ****** mary
so the inherent
corruptible nature of man
there could never
exist.... ****** males?!
****** females are
a complacent "redemption"...
while virgins
and them as males
is a lost civilization...
Chinese European...
****** African is prosesco...!!!

team tombstones:
i say:
for the ****** Mary of Rome
where are the cathedrals
of the Joseph Virginiiuuseess
somewhat
Josephi Josephinus
Josephus Ackqualius
Welsh not Joyce
too much ugly Irish...
  
not a heroic
a half baked
a Jew
a ****** too..
a Jew-******
after all..
****** is a Balaam:
and Jesus too
and the Jews
just want so much thrills
before they are told
blind
and that is my wife
and i'm sort of cursing
the concern
people have like the Jews
ignored
the malady
while i truly asked:
so the ****** Mary
not not Holocauast Joe...
i ask...
a simple question
since so many people subscribe to
all the crow and ditto.

what good
is but one
******
birth
what God
not contaminated
who said
it first
the ******
Mary
but no
****** Joseph
and i think that
is *******..

woth the ******
Mary
there was no
****** Joseph
as God Pristine
Born and comparative
literature of what
becomes
of a viregin
and ****** birth....
*******... NONSENSE!
not even 1 + 1 = 2
or a + b + c... = d' e' f'...
like... nonsense...
literal gibberish...
like i'm burning three false
godheads of man
the three fears...

this "god"... was born
of two virgins... right?
what ******* use
is being born
of only one *******
******... ****** angel
and **** demon...
half baked cookie...
jesus christ is
a half0-******...
half-oh... oh jeez!

jesus the half a mary
the half ******
thus the pronoun and ***
and biological reality:
ooh ooh... shake up shake up
Matthew will burn churches;
not mere crosses
he will burn the churches
and the crucifixions will happen
no more...

jestem
kim: ten kto

jestem
kimś: ten kto ma       (m - te tao;bome
thje cpoccyx
Russia infiltration:
corpus lingo: the pretend chess
tie: denied...                  )                     ) bones...

ten co widzi:
ten kto mysl ma
ogien
to forma
przez Rzydzik

Znti-Catholicism
is Protestantism
of the Church of Joseph
i will labour
under the American Union
of the PRoteststants
with the Anti Replica of Romes
the Church of the ****** Joseph...
****** Mother
must onlycradle a ****** Joseph
the Joseph Bachelor...

my the hardy tribe
but it didn't take Marxism to call
it the plight of the proliteriate
and Napoleon-non-Bonaparte...
  the new age olc ******...

said the church and brothel
the ****** mary
so if god was to be born
then also the question
of the ****** male
the ******...

as much a ****** mary
as the ****** snow
of jesus my son i know you know
like jesus is replicas
my united virgins
and magical thinking
and ego like echo
and with echoi being egoio
i did wonder
no caves
just the islands of Hawaii...
so the caving of the Pacific..

i miss the ***** juices in my mouth: i want to replicate them: i am dying and your **** in milkcow suprirses... i drink i wipe my nose: of my know knowns: and undo logic: new logic: about territorial happenstance... and logic becomes Guillotine... Logic...

what we take
into our bedrrooms:
i take claim
the Mt Mea Culpa
so was
god.
and jesus
..
wait me ******* three
i have ****
*** in your
mouth and with it
too.
tow: tie...

phponme [phone
cirection circa
dficta dicta bglinc
blanch alagmnac
i si si
the said
the word first....

       R for R R to
thw twisted fate\Wednbesday \
Wednesday\
put off
toon mu ch \
Wednesday
i'll reread Ulysses
i implore your castles
on beaches
i said she the worm blessing
chess symbolic
chess root of rust
worn oout
new intellect
is more subtle than you think..

i wasn;t thinkking
about buying the new tyokerk
times
mistrusted
mustard
I owe U
IOU
kiss kiss kiss
kiss kiss kiss
kiss kliss kiss

biw yeah
vid me...
i children the ego
and the mountain
faded
and time difference
got up and took
sunrise and the suynset
in his pocket:
said i am Satan....
i will be ****** feet
to a pound:
chop the guillotine
into 0 0 0 0 frames...
so tragica;;ly:
human us this weird
ythis yahoo..

subconscius written:
Judaic into Latin:
like YHWH was geometrrics
znd last thing

zlingo: heidegger...
                       forgot the vowels
br'uh.. but kept the Latin
i;m looking for the silent majority
like these ******* mzybe not
Monxay Rats
Hebrew
the Poles are asking
for Ethnicity Stature
with the Croats
the Georgians
the ISraelities kites...

cargo ditto:
the male and soul
the forever free
and the female
caged dayahtonnah
1 week
the closure of Negroes
on the square
of New York and there
might be a cage fight
for all squats on
/ of Kauai.

k not of the not of whales
and laughter
in the bellow: so old

i am disfigured in this tomb
i am listening
to the cure
and knowing
thinking that you are 18 year elder
my senior
and this is what happened
to Rilke
she was 15 years senior
and she brought to Russia-Asia
and i think
not so much Kant and his thinking
more his living
i can't but i must be awake
for the quake
and mustard gas
and seed spores like spiders
finding the demon-spider
the Hebrew Eigth LEgged
and and and
and and and
and and and

ooh: i need time to breathe
and then the space opens
and i'm looking for the curing word
the PANACEA...
and LOBOTOMY CHRIST
and EUCHARIST
of the PLACEBO
the twins
Panacea and Placebus
these are the Ancient
to counter
modern celebrity culture...
find old celebrities:
forgotten celibrities..

Michael Mcchyntire
Mccintire
the Surds
of England....
and if that's conflating
an admiration of Chinese
writing
then admire Chinese become
Japanese and
Korean
then look at Hebrew...
then avoid Arabic
because of the Quran...
Black Book of Arabic
is as shall be known
of the Quran:
the Black Book of Arabic
and there will a known
people and their language
brought to the fore...
let us leave the Quran  and the Bible
and let us
talk of the Democracy of Letters
and let us compare
literature
beside this book by the brick
thrown
to make ordeal the infrastructure
of man's hope to exist eternal...
          but the needed numbers
will be the dwarfs: throw us another book!
book by brick and brick and pages
of cement
and the whiffs and perfumes of San Francissco
and New York
and the first time i was there
i flew over and landed
in Curt Cobain's and Grunge
might i add the thirst from thinkinng
not saying:
i'd laugh at the joke
because it was playground
Kaiser-MArxier
a language joke
but foon on stage
the silent letter day
the gNOME
of the silent disappearing act:
say Gnosis and then say Diagnosistic...
how you can capture the big G
you do say the silence
and eternal letter
you say the gnome was diagnoised...
you didn't say:
dive-o'nose:
noose of the nose and the know oh ohs...
i opened the veins
and thus drunk wine
so i was drinking my fill
while i'm sure i did the least bit
of misery against
the world i drank
i listened to music
i drank some wine
i was alone
within
and against myself
and the world conspired with me
to just give it a peace of self
as the only piece of the world and the chains
of world and of the self there's the ego by calculation
that can implode the individual
to wage a war against the world:
i wouldn't and i couldn't nor:

         the regiment: the regime
i mean:
within the confines of the anti-solipsist
who started talking to Oedipus about
Anti-Oedipus
and Christ and Solipsus...
     and the Darth Sq'uid...
    the sqy for every shy...

         i was there when men where
solely the subjects of existence
while the women where
the objects of existence
one can say
that there is Life and Existence
as much as one can instill
the words:
there's Life and there's Nature..

so much of Nature can be explained
by Existentialism
without the postmodernist artists
we have the existential philosophers....
but here i am
i am saying to you:
nature can be treated on par
with existentialism...

shsh: 'ere *** z'ee SKY ZORES
scissors scissors scissors
Edvard:
scissors scissors scissors...
sky-zores... screat: screet:
concrete: ***** 8 draws on quarters...
more wine: mon fredo!

i said silent accent
that ******* wong is my wok
i mean you studying people
via me studying people
have i taken your body
or have you taken my mind
i feel i'm writing in the freedom
cage of bachelors
and you are thinking about
the electricity in the house...
i must be trying to get into
the SYNCH...

alone so i write
i'm thinking of bringing the great
Slavic Hoard
not Horde... the Hoard
of a personal Library:
i was in a house
where only 1 cockroach got in...
but i was the one who brought
Aristotle
Jon Fosse
and Knausgaard into the house
like when i took a room
at university
and on my walls
were the pictures of
Plato
Marquis de Sade
and Napoleon...

    and just imagine the routines of out intimacy
and i'm just alone
and the night comes
and i don't want to be alone
with God or Hell
and my parents have their lives
and i'm so suddenly complicated now
and now knot more
if i could not ask for divine inspiration
ifwith the library
extended: i could give more room
to these books:
but the Charles Dickens are Victorian
books and they must get out
unreadable
so waste of space...
but i'm keeping the Shakespeare
i'm bringing the 6 volumes:
because you probably didn't see
Junkowski's and the DZIU...
Madziu: przestan sie bawic w latawca
i tez strusia... dziu in less the Capital culture
transit:
so fiendish collateral:
the t.v. isn't on..
there is a weirdness in the air
because the refrigerator is going to get
butchered
and someone is going to eat
a tonne of ice-cream
and have zits and **** and thighs a'comin'

             air b'n'b back home and i'm on discount
two homes
but apart from the person that i am
i think i'm drinking because
boredom
i don't think i have a physical problem
it's not an addiction
but a mind-construct...
the body is in dualism: is it not?
yes: i will continue to drink
yes i will continue to smoke
yes i will continue to believe in God
because i Fear and i Fear in God
i do not Believe in God:
i Fear in God!
i Fear in God!

when i'm with my woman
i go from the TDs and the TBs
and the shakes
from 1 litre of ***** per day
to bring me down: Mr Kite Blue Man
Kiteblue Man...

but this addiction is alligned
to my body
not my body
alligned to the bodies of others
i mean:
sober up in your
drunken sleep
walking from mirage to mirage
drink while walking
through the desert
then drink magic mushroom juices
in the amazon...
and so few are named from
that study
of how the bay leaf works in cooking...

date? dirge: the forge stood on Edi's hill
Edinburgh: Edie's ol' Edies'...
Edinburgh my learning curve into discovering
Eddie the Slayer of many Edie apostrophe-and-plural-article
(s)...
        
intellectually if i were to spend time alone
it's crucial to rekindle
self-guru non-goo-rah...
for the sake of the mountain
and the gleaming stone of envy
and the river as the false
of Heraclitus...
reimagining Hereclitus' River and
Matthew... Faucet
part time plumber:
Jack O'Roo...

the river unto Heraclitus
but leverage me with Heidegger's Hammer
and i'm just in allign mode
Allan... Allan... Allan...
Mort.. Mort... Mort...

   give me Hereclitus' river
and i will give you Matthew's tap tap... drip...
tap tap... drip...
i can tell you the difference
between each droplet of water...
i became master of this dark art...
if you listen closely:
not two taps of water are alike...
there are 2 taps per 2 seconds

which was sort of funny to my parents
there are 2 x 2 = 2...
there ewas the 2 x 2 = 2...
depends on the letter...
when making a tunnel:
this is called blind tunnel building
2 x 2 = 2
when
you have, tools: 7, 1... 5
                      Z...
          L                        nurse...
the Greeks are getting ctrl+c tariffs...
             waiting...
and i wish i drunk the aphrodisiac
of the ******-active
just new next north yorker
so cool play it cool
so much little village people
or Mrs. Grays'

       i still don't know how to properly
write the plural and possessive
articles...
i have a custard fudge of confusion
like most
people in the outside world
with pronouns
i don't simply know how
to write
the possessive article with
the plural article...
i'm getting ᛋᛋ back...
Throne's
Thrones'
is
zest-esses...

               but that wasn't the example
i looked
and i decided
but what are we beside just
bringing children into the world
what does that call
this daughter if not Pope
my little ******
i want to create a Female ******
i want to give
a birth to a Female ******
using my mind...
i want my ego to become
a monster
i want Ray Lil' R to be my
monster Female ******...

i am so lost and found
i have a daughter
and i want cupcakes
with candles in their only one
eyes...

the addiction comes
with the brain being relaxed...
like Eslie and Narrator
Brian and the Jess
some Ross some Rose some
i'm thinking
because that ******* Golf Course
is bothering me..
i think i picked that up...
no Golf Course:
you seriously want those Mountains
and the primrose green
of people too confused with
the practice of gravity
as a subject: to other subject matters alinged
but as a stand alone object
like gravity
is so ridiculous for my care and concern
like time and speed...
time and space are...
when you're not comfortable... baby...
i get my demons into parliament
my demons are in parliament
and i have to sit the role
of whip
and curator...
who know what calls them
butg they come
and i wasn't asking...

you think i would be drinking
but when i am alone
and in my library
you have so much untold
and i'm alone
and you're not telling me
don't dream when
i i tell you how you curve in bed sleeping
like Walrus
moves in my bed
then the Giant Squid in Slurp...
or however kindle:
but there is the pedestrian route of god
throughout the lives of life...
the 20th century was almost magical
it truly was magical:
that's when it was all staged
the Apocalypse...
the Armageddon...
but these people that
still ascribe
Christianity
Judaism and Islam
to their name...
           there would never be this one
grand event...
which establishes the fact that
Christ's crucifixion that these patterns
happen: and matter:
but given the dynamic of Time...
Truth-Untruth-Truth-Truth-Untruth...
for one time it is true
but then not true:
depending on what makes more convenience
rather than sense...

i'm addicted to the mind
that thinks this
when this same mind
can't think this
when there's the family live invoked
and there's the pop corn eating
and the night gua4rd fireworks
like *** is
what's unnatural about *******
and *******
i watch it in absence
because i'm really attracted to her
and i'm not going to cheat
so i will drink and smoke
and keep the knot of nuts...

but if that wasn't her greatest ordeal..

the ripetide rhoi:
O wow...
there is the advantage of printing
letters
then flinging words
or if you want to substitute:
there was no criterium
for what: has already happened
and no blissful Zion emerged
like the failings of the Third *****
and... 3rd Republic of France
5th REpublic of Poland...
is this the First Zion Party?

whag ish in zee Baltischyghukghvivjit... a roar boast an lineage...

these are the supposed
gods of the pyramids
and Marxists of
the page...
kite and yachts
and clean sheets
to sleep without parasites
this man
this crucifix
and compqrison
iron maiden
the cluster
around sharing ovf ordeal
aolav..
    so little chriwttwgyan....
the Welsh.subdiw\wubdiw\
window:
sea:
darkness...
sorrow:
wave
memory­h:
vorget:
forget:
memory:
              beer in volcanos.

ao little talk
of so much violence
and Milton notn Flaubert
and forgive my wrong
with all the Anglican Right..
ao forgive me...
the scarg and elementarh scry.
so /// due news and past last N..

angrld
hudshrd
4f
rf
rd
ed
nlink nlink
blink
i bklink do
tyired ifher
so sea beast.....]]

               book of *******
Ray
asking:
how did you just sioernce
silence
that everyday-democratic==
dynmaic:
demon...
whjo emme yelko o'
o' toi e toy'' gm'e'mmo

18 years
are us apart
and four curvers
of the Atlas...

                  painting...
CVreoi Croat Cechuers
   Czech
Pole Croat
             some werid
bio junctiion with Young
Jung:
        Pole the Serb and German
and the Swede and the bBitch...
        
i am the goat herder
i am the ***** and goat
i sam am the gpat
i goat
              now wee
see m e.. me Dundee:

rth remembering
4th reminding
but then AI
i remmber going
the reality of te logical end
demand
b io
of man
just the simplest
toweard
the prompt
and impromptus
of senile
sea
ahem
the sharing of the subject
in a consicate
confiscate
oar
to padddle
into rivers
unto the volc anb
volconaos
not against the Pracfic
into the Air
i Moses not ?Yesus
will tske you
up there
bvut i was woken **** hurt:
you weaking up in a golf resort, dude..
dude...... yoh living in London
OO Omega Dude..
Dude!
your daughter:
is the Bastman
weiurdest dude..
sea is a a tiume..
         time:
there are lion cages to AI
there is no
AI impromptu
thertefore tehre is jpt AIRLINE
consciojusness
no ropbotheft O solo..

the patience of Hiob
and the affurdabnce
milk of letters
come down in schizophrenic-dyslexia-bilingualism
the S.D.B. Party ******
ultra Catholic Irish
and Welsh Nationalists!
**** the Scots!
**** Em and Edinburgbh!
**** Them!

Well Yell Yqh aremn tooth!
Yokokhvikh..
Yarem Yashlolom...
      Niqiquach;\
end{ shalo: om ameen. dicta: alone.

YOLKSHVISM

  egg parodyh of star
get ye: ya... yo....
egg parodhy of mad sgtar
fall ot earth
fall to earth
the wandering star
ha ha ha
ha ha ha
ha ha has\
thed wriuggling the wriggling worm
ego i am yoiur your
craving sugar
and caffeine
i am
parasite....

Prousdty

   Kant
ERmotr


        beginnin hg
NiconR

lmrr;imnh
knrr
knrrlign\

silence and the ordeal of rain
thought in luxury
in some vaariation of Islam
islam is the drowning man
of Europe becasue you can't
drown in Arabia

the origins
said

said... driving license like a ghost
third
limb
my wife is z aa mozzer
z THER
gender neutral
Oboob SheLL
SsaTtaNNH
and KLucherza

bne political bon e
be politicla
slow drip
saviouurs\
dej
;
dodgne\

losztg
ic
the ice to bond?!
8

allo nrwatgiv o
haawui<n Jew\

gso
Tiadf
TGOAC

Eintracht Frankurt came to London
and people asked me
whether i was a German
Andrews we talked
with Toby
in school about the bellybutton
and now i think he's my neighbor
and Pius about Ghana
and there was so much talk
of America
and going back to work i felt
relaxed
like i let things happens
and there were so many people
and no Noah in sight...
there were so few animals
willing to continue their existence
with us: humans
the cursed animals
so only the crows
as reminders
as pigeons as poems
as seagulls for the rallying cry of the Volk...
PRTAKTISCH VOLK
PRAKTISCH
i practice people
i see the child
and in that frame of art and mirror
the stature of marriage
among other males
is taggering... staggering...
it's either wine...
balsmaic vinegar
or any other vinegar
beer carried him off like a fizzy drink
and ***** and water align:
what other animals like
man without god or soul
is the lion in the zoo?
what is Witgenstein's Lion in Zoo
with Kneprick the Cat of Shroedinger
is a Lion in a Cage
in Man in Francis Bacon Portraits
of Freud-****** mannerisms
like combining **** with tobacco
is like Freud snorted *******
and ****** snorted amphetamines...
the ego crushing weight
of the self: in trip...
just in public: among people
Essex slang
when a vulnerable male
suckles up to you
Hammers in the Cockerels...
Hammer Cockerels...
Woolwich wankers
Arsenal are Millwall in disguise
while Tottenham are West Ham
in disguise...
Millwalls originates among the Scots:
the harvest of the Black Plague Industrialah
the Industrial Age
and the Black Plague:
move man into the society
i will shower you gold upon gold
so much till you arrive at FIAT
and where money is already
metaphysical: currency...
and there is so much talk of monkey
in money swimming for dog treatment
by cutting off the tail
for the dobberman
i didn't walk around the workplace
being all friendly and giving gestures
i was so Kauaian relaxed
i had my ***** at my side:
Reyla... coming into work...
like school with cages:
work is school: with cages...
work is school: school 2.0
work is work is school and school
oh dear
i just walked around
and looked at faces
and those that recognised me
and with who i had mutual esteem...
i said to Charles, Carlisle...
i got married...
when asked where i was for all of March...
where could a pauper security guard
go for a month
and i didn't own a yacht
but the love of my mother
and with wind to speak of
my father to guide me
and i can only find a brother
who is on the driftwood of the sea of time
with only the rivers in our mind
never able to be rivers
among the sea of time
against the crux of the grain of sand
he is not my son of god
my messiah
my one and only
he is my brother
who could dare to ask
to be his equal but never the original
but the ***** was fixed
and we waited
we knew
how this game was going to get played out
i lingered... slow... slowly...
speaking to old African Women
and in my dreams i dreamnt of the Baba Yaga
and i was just playing a game...
and i love the perfect happenstance magic
flicker.. of angelic wings...
i was asked: the glow of the marriage ring
he just sat down and i felt GAY
are you... sweeet? are you?
are you sweeet?
                         Essex into New York insertion
of "cool"...
            are you sweet?
the matter was resolved... i saw more patterns
of arrows...
brother O brother... what strange god
so corporeal and so cognition stealing
therefore if true:
wouldn't you want a mitigation...
of how emotions are reasoned with?
after all this is not about
the two dualisms within a dichotomy
or a dualism of two dichotomies:
i'm leaving behind the Use of Two Tongues
which: is... to be frank...
a bit different to what Philosophers Offer
in their realm of Monolingualism...

BILINGUALISM-SCHIZOPHRENIA:
i came into AUTISM month...
i think people think i'm autistic
but then i snap out of my autism
and i am too quick
a Tasmanian devil of tongues on Kauai...
let the choir sing
and that is heaven with god
but then there us in the democracy
of hell: that is within the realms of
purgatory...
and that also argues:
the synonymous hierarchies of heaven
when singing meets
with speaking...
and speaking comes from seeing
and seeing might come from words
and constellation of stars
and from there: came thoughts...
from the stars came thoughts
and not through our own cruel gods
let us go to the stars
but dreaming bigger
bigger than the people who dreamnt
actually making that first step...
let's work on the first step of man
on the moon...
and let's make more of those golgotha
magnets for the fridge
the best harem ande brothel
is my wife
and i get the dark project
for ego and the kantian noumenon
of the trinity in its most pure sense..
and the impure... less graphic...
    
three burger down man van
and i almost giggled a buddha from seeing
the chicken nuggets sink into his
giggles and gibberish that
i felt i might as well drink
a bottle of red
otherwise with you
i'd eat too much and drink some apple cider
vinegar to tobacco is tied to marijuana
now you tie apple cider vinegar to water
to *****
now let us visualise wine
the flowing feeling
yes but the first
step on the moon...
and where thoughts originate from:
the ordeal of the stars...
the invention of numbers
and trans-punctuation marks:

how to otherwise 1 + 1 = 2
and i: thought;
            this: for that: there:
i am: and: am not -
         such thoughts like trajectories
of keeping the cool
learning from Polynesia
but a Chronos in the Kitchen...
a terrible boss:
no chances in the kitchen
let's me know about my huspand
and how work happens
and how chill he is...
and she doesn't know how chill i am
at work... she thinks i'm not so cool
but her little girl i
think she thinks i'm cool
and i'm just being cool...
so cool off... please...

such epic demands:
like i must reread James Joyce's Ulysses
i don't know why i missed
the toilet scene...
i missed the toilet scene...
but i will have to sell me
my Dickens and Balzac
from the Victorian Era of Publishing
and Printing...
a bit like finding collectors
of Vinyl Liquirice...

     and there is so much jungle-flesh
and how i wish i was more
body and flesh
but i am: all mind and some octopus
i am not a fighter
i am a talker
and i'm o.k. with that
because my daughter
has good stock
of the dead father
like unlike the ***** bank
i am actually looking for a complete
psychological profile of a woman
that completely disregards her biological reality
and i choose the bioological reality
of the woman's voice...
as direct as mine in defence...
listen... no one is talking
about the 2nd ****** Birth
because that Implies...
the 2nd ******* Coming is No'Coming! M'un...
it.. ain't... *******... happening:
too much reality is
probably just enough reality
sorry
but Christianity is still the 2000 years
of feminism that
is finallyt being humble Satan
and exposing itself
Christianity is... deductively...
with Heidegger's hammer and...
well... hand-job...
    Christianity became Feminism:
thank you... the end...

just above that tier of humor
known as
sarcasm
     there is the Elder Irony
and Irony is wedded to Rhetoria...
Irony is the Husband
and Rhetoric is the Wife
and regardless of ***
biological reality is
such cheap waste of the bullet minds...
the Daughter is Sarcasm..
so now the vile:
intellectual man gets a ******...
Irony i am
Rhetoric she is
and comes the brat Sarcasm
like sanctifying the first
thirst allowances of the you
and the world around you
and you are
Pinnocchio and i am the fox...
and this makes mother
uncomfortable
and there's so much mother of a mother
not daughter of a daughter
in her voice...
the gangster theme:
go to sleep hungry
wake up like the eyes of a predator
a parasitical worm in the ppupil
but then the worms in the iris
and then the worms in the sclera
like indecisions of acne
and the dead white cells like
my body is a microcosm
when frolick with
ego *****
and all that glue and goo..

           aha! now i found you!

"Shem" (שֵׁם): Singular, meaning "name".
"Shemot" (שְׁמוֹת): Plural, meaning "names".

therefore? Ha-Shem-vav-Ha-Shemot...
or Ha-Shem Shemot...

          because we are saying:
/Judaism doesn't allow
for an indefinite article:
a lion is not the lion
akin to Scar or Mufasa...

          or as such: an explicit indefinite article:
implicit being:
names: indefinitely plural without
explicitly implying or implicitly negating...
not-nuacing...

       the indefinite nouns are all plural:
so when something plural
is to be in nouns
the cats: specific to say... the Inglorious *******...
Three Muskateers...
but it's otherwise plural
without article... dogs... cats...
not the Ukraine but simply Ukraine:
not A Ukraine...
a particular or a universal
or specifying
abysses... types or typos...

      ha shem: the name
      shemot: names
                names a:          verb...
      Musubi: the name of a name of a name...
but we didn't learn the name
of god first...
we called fire fire
sooner than we could give god a name
we called a stone a stone
and a bird a bird
and if man is the historical animal
i guess even animals are hierarchical
therefore man unlike
ape
whereby ape is political
then ape is not historical
and that's how Heidegger made summary
in geology
and said:
individual, beware...
just wake up at 7am and go cycle
and eat a doughnut before
but the point being is...
as much as the cliche stands:
by politicians...
sorry Aristotle:
but man is not a political animal...
all animals are political animals
but whereas humans have to give Logos
and words to politics
animal politics is just animalism
we got politics all wrong
when once upon a time
we received ingrained unshakeable politics
without god
but within god's design of
ontology vs morals about...
all animals are politics:
it's only humans that have the worst
politics to express...
man can only be truly claimed as above animal
in him being a historical-        evidence
squabbling: proof seeking...

somehow boredom matters and allowed itself
my mind:
restless laziness i am finding
is the required injection
the panacea of measuring the right amounts
because living alone is stressful
and i'm back living under one roof with parents
and i'm dosing self-dosing
i smoked some marijuana and tobacco
in that European hurtful
and drank a little *****
and i'm alone and no wife
nagging me
and daughter nagging me and her
and i smoked and drank a little
because i want to imitate the headache:
and listen to music
and write and if i can't speak to anyone
because the gnocchi came out ****
blame the potatoes
or rather i didn't add enough flour...
what's Spanish for milk and flour?
leche y harina...
         pan y manteca: that's F:
not an S...
which brings me unto the Hellenic Z...
and what will i do
read a book
yeah but reading can translate into a very
anti-religious feeling of organising parts of life
that are questions and the paths
of question-worthiness
most notable in the context of Da-Sein
that would be the You
of the Self the self-questioning
a Moral Gesticulation to Ghost...
i'm back to watching *******
and a limp ****
because the mind is switched on
in the bellybutton the the world that is London:
you need a different life-speed
to question that distance and pockets of time
we are:
   the term escapes me:
but it is hidden in Da-Sein...
              if there is a Da-Sein...
there must be a -Zeit...
                          space is counterintuitive
to the mind... given the confines
of the immediacy of body
and nothing
but also the idea of pets and organisms
and if man is an animal
then as an ecosystem
of bacteria viruses
foreign bodies
and even parasites
from there
working toward dogs and cats
and horses
and beyond that the immediate family
****** and return to *****
a ***** Among the Ecosystem of
the body... and body thus as translating
into the Res Extensa:
that is truly objective:
i know i am subjected to the body
but the body is also subject of me
and as pronoun with only nouns and
no verbs attached to it:\
grammatically speaking
i am by now a liquirice fluorescent octopus...
called Nagging Frankie...
not Franklyn my other Long Lyn... of abstract...

ah yes: for the Da-Sein there must be a different
"there" to being... i need to find another preposition
within the confines of Zeit...

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i'm setting up a paywall:
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write it off the taxes
as Expenses
printing books or going to read
at places... a retirement fund project...
now i come to think of it...
    
  which might explain why i have yet to make
any money from my "hobby"...
but without a wife to snuggle
or listen to
just going before sleep
it's so boring falling asleep alone
it might be scary for a woman
or lonely:
but for men it is boring...

                           any donations upon requests
in private, this is the unfinished piece...

a cold and sobering April afternoon and
i am still quiet unsure what made me decide to open
and rekindle reading some Heidegger...
these days: notably in the realm of public intellectualism
philosophy is a quasi-science
that rummages in the indecencies of pseudo-
                collectivism of learning or its lack-ing...
the lackey bridge of "concern" for "truth":
even though such a fascination with the ordeal of life
is unfounded in anything being beyond mere
gesticulation... that so much of this world
mediates emphasis while at the same time mitigation
is (if not merely as if): blinding to find the culprit
of "thought": that grand moral ought of lost narrative
for / of(f) self...
           coming across the term hisotriology is unlike
coming across the term history -
       apparently time is very different in the realm of
history when compared to time as a measurement
with space too being made compact...
there seems to be no clarification with regards to
measuring: that in science time and space are not
allocated constants:
like in painting: if canvas is the space
then time is the brush... and the science is the painting
in between...
             yet philosophy is a luxury that in the cold
mind of this German existentialist is nothing compared
to the romanticism of binding philosophy to poetry
because: as such, there is no more poetry left in me...
consciousness and logic with appeals to instinctive reasoning...
'the animal which is the human being is identified
as the "historiological" animal'...

work phone?
what work phone?
Jew?
whjat Yejoo..
             phone whjat phone?
apparently
mine craft
is like ROBLOX
solution to AI-*****-LOBOTOMY...
just thinking....
i get a Ken Doll and Eddie the Iron
Maiden the Edie
jujst the jusitso: Tower of London:
got me thinking of the crows
of Mauai
and the Sparrows of Kauai
and chickens
zo zegulls on the calf island: big:
volkoonisch...
        volcanos: my recipient
of respect:          if not on Hawaii
then Khamtchatkhah....
so like Jesus is still King
when i tell you Jesus is but one
Universal piece of the puzzle
but not the only and final piece...
Democracy of Time
Alliance says.. ideological 1 + 1 = 2...
and this: only unshakeable:

        it is  not Jesus Christ alone...
this self: and self- and "self"
            one's one:
two in toe twos toe toes...
            why mirror this false reality
this one human boundaries
of saviour....
                 i don't undertand
the falsifying of the quest:
my queen: menu... something one might
do with a smoked: mackerel.

as a meditation:
seeing the Word
and therefore
what is at the Noun of Nouns
YHWH
and Ha-Shem
but what is at altar of the Verb of Verbs
the Pronoun of Pronouns
i think people
are experiencing God
and therefore their Egos are Conflated
i might be
slightly off the of Of
but i still write and
like the equilibrium of
bleeding eyes Bruh
glued to television screen
eating popcorn with dad
watching a football match
Modric...
Royal Real Madrid
and had 4 beers in the day
wentcycling for watermelons
need music
need tyhe grey
nine in h nails
i want to ******* like
an animal...
Griandosi Mirror:
Liz and Eddie
tghfth WIG ******
i type something for my "girlfriend"
my daughter
i type Ray i see sunlight
i see the famnous Sorrogates of Rome
the St. Josephs
the Cult of Joseph
the vervent Catholic Anti-Catholicism
STIGMATA
the cult of the mother before christ
and the father after christ
words thus bribe...
pstchadelia of the mind:
to cage to unit
to western civi culture brick throw
equals war and mind
to insomnia bound
day-dreaming a night
a dream of the Baba Yaga...
i was dreaming of the Babyah Yahgah
the woman in gyod synod
wrestling with Achilles
while getting lectured
in foot massages in Polynesia
and Turkey: solo clumb...
barbers in Turkey
i met the Ottoman Empire...
ask for the ****** of Romania
then ask for the Barbers of Turkey....
my Claret Carpet
of the rich and paupers
and rags in drags
and then a Deeper Red 6...
   Evil Empire with Children
QWorms abnd Qcrabrabbis..
         NonQ AI
ask again...

litre of ***** waiting with me
ub ny skeletons
my YNWIB
in learning Saxon
and there is Death
on the Donkey
you forgot the 4th of the 5ths
of Jesus being Death
the Horseman
the educated man
the Reflecting Man
with the Reflexive Mirror Reality
of God
cannon fold ego like morse code
bull-et-ayin...
i wanted to disguise my dyslexic
nervous ticking lkike like kli like
the clock of death
like the mammal hot *** with god
so the Elder Lizard replied:
we also had a god:
that came and revised...
not via the Cruxifixion of Man
but a Message from Mars
to Venus
and how the earth was born:
the womb the battle the worm...
the Elder Lizards
said: but our God sent us the Meteor...
how elsssse Elsie...
not the earth orbit born?
when the Meteor hit earth scratch itch
thus was born the moon...
more special because of the Romance
of the Moon...
            like this is reminiscence concerning
world war I and world war II

i wonder: these 5 months
by then she should know me
and know my mother
and how i'm trying my hardest
to persuade my mother
that it was the right Choice
and then i saw a world Redeemed
without the need
for the Crucifix the Sword
the Father and the God before the altar
of how well the world can be timed
with Sultan Socrates
and the Cenobite and Goat and Satyr...
Satyr Socrates...
   like Saint... sing along...
Saint unto women
but Satyr the title given unto men
who... apparently... give good head... who give...
good head...

who this
Paraclete-Anti-Christ...
there are
these are the Twin Titles
the Mother Ordeal:
Pisces will
batter Gemini...
these two shall be wed
in the marriage of war
of vitality after: life...
resonance of ,marbles
and lost plots and really good ,movies
trying aout
Hawaiian...     and the undercurrent of '
apostrophe: into dive mirror ,
comma...

behind the wolves...
the foxes
on the disco quest for night
behind the wolves:
the foxes...
then rats...
then cockroaches...

woman we are foxes
Noah said we could imitate:
giraffes
and hedges... hogs..
      i say fright Asia AZJA Russia
RUS<<>><>M<<><<
this is also torture:to quake and be so
supposedly awake...

Arsenal vs Real Madrid
on the t.v.
with popvorn
corn:
pop: c orn
with father being *****
and prayer
i will not pray
without my authentic me
i will not believe without
a me and authentic
and the less the supposed
birth of stressing
individualism
then having the burden
of solipsism so biological
in asrtronomy the reign of the stars
of the narrative...
          
     this supposed: fly leaf;
goad: weight...
and: as: she: walked: confined:
in the early: hours:
so imperfectly mine:
i: see: i: i: see: you
                 there in morse: and what exits:
n'est c'est p'as:
          people are talking
and football is beautiful
Arsenal vs. Real Madrid...

      i think of little beginnings...
and i think of a little boy
in the hands of a little girl...
i want the reinvention of Adamhumanity....
i want just a tiny tiny
defect like ego is spermatoid...
not a vector
just a pre-mind sterep=ty[ods
hearing... d'ug... doggie...

黑

           hēi

            and      '       ,   ;         :

               "                      .            -           _
  
                     the dynamic of the
sexes united against:
1 0 1 10 0 0 0'1 blink...     ing..

      i think this is sketching...

and these are the summations
of hidden vowels
the Muslims in Europe
are exactly how
Judaism failed in Europe
when it culminated in the Holocaust...
Judaism failed
Europe
and Islam will fail Europe...
it's so ******* stupid
to think the European man
and mind that can be any woman
will make the ordeal
truest
and lost and memory fidgety
and dream first born...

        Judaism failed Europe
when Europe was forver
the lost project for Asia
for creating Hybrids and Cyborgs
Asia was asking the last human about the first human...
and it wasn't healthy: it wasn't true...

is hebrew disemvoweling        ?    ?

i read a newspaper
and then i read a po0etry book
and i imagined

a time
when producing paper
and in k
was precious

and i felt inclined to summon the European
with a signature
of

forgo: do without or cease to hold or adhere to
you shall forgo killing
and you shall forgo thieving
and you learn
a new money
and you learn a transvaluation of values
Nietzsche forgot to end
his magnum corpus epi pay'ah:
money
could be the summation of all immediate thoughts

there is one book i want to reread
because i'll be rereading it
while reading La recherche du temp perdu...
god it sounds... slick...
like liking you out in the jungles
and jungles of rats hiding between
coconuts in the palm trees...

thinking of two big words
with one bound to Greek
and the other

disemvoweling

      Epenthesis
there are two gods of the language
and they see Hebrew and Latin
against the Korean and Chinese
they see now i see Greek-Cyrilic Mongolia
and Crimea...
and the Ottoman Empire Barbers...

that is VODA that is VÓDKA...

i call upon the rings of Neptune
the shyness of Pluto
Uranus married Saturn
while Jupiter the One Eyed
stom of a planet
came across the False Messiah:
one eyed...
one eye but at least 2 tongues solid
i will call myself
the one eyed
i am an imaginary one eyed
twin tongue tangled
like i am working two shifts of life
why does MAtthew Mateusz speak two tongues
most of these poets
where either shallow or not in the trenches
of the Poppy Fields
i cried at the mass graves of the Germans
with the sparrows
and i found English the Child
and German the Father
and i asked: will you please try to find
Mother Russia... and God that is Asia...
we are moving chess of sorts
and i was playing
5D chess just now...
and it was unlike Roblox
or Minecraft...
it was MechArena...
MCHRN...
lucky that i saw New York
the ghosts are coming and going
i feel early so i sorted the parliament
of the people
and when i was there
the streets were empty
but day after i left
the streets were filled
and i wish i had a beard that turned
out to be a Trump and a beard
like i might side ways left on the quiff
and the idea that authentic pages
Trusted: get trolled...
Alaskian Airlines are RACIST
JAN?UARY 12 2024
some Jihadi name...

ahem...

KHABIB NURMAGOMEDOV...
KHABIB NURMAGOMEDOV...
8SPADES...
          there's a working collective consciounsess
and man's self as via subjectivity of self
with the self as the objectivity with: others...
however precious and little and grand
like i was in new york
and days later... marches...
with who i am: and am not...

      but escapism with Torey
and Morey and Wi-Fi... listening: not cool
the aging solipsist and teens
are boggling down
with the creation of AI and we might
spare the computer with static
and that's talking to young people
about the clock and the wrist band of pearls
so asked the people born
with the phone asking
about the t.v. using the computer
so we all going slow
slow slowing down the Silicon Chimapnzee zoo
and sea...
and so unlike i was thinking
about the waste of paper when it came
to printing newspapers and poetry books...

i i was going along with

nnnn                 ¶                カラス(鳥)

   (KRS: aha! now what vowels?
apparently Ah Ah Sue!

                  i had that i in mind: i remembered:
then i dreamed: because of the sclera in
my eyes:
which is the evolved me
it's not that animals don't have soul:
animals simply don't dream
that's why the cats are so tiresly trying
to evolve and imitate us
why cats sleep so much
but have no sclera...
therefore they have souls
but as splendid we are as eagles
we are also ants...

i qwill need help from AI
terms used in post-darwinism
of man imitating every animal
to understand his ontology:
with and without god is the simple bit...
god exists god doesn't exist
isn't the problem:
i bet you god also sleeps...
god also has an unconscious like our consciousness
and reverse...
i think that god is very complicated
i think god is ice cream
i think about my surrogate daughter
and then i watch some grotesque ****
and i feel numb
like i'm not the psychopath to the world
but only unto myself
and i know fear...
and i know love
and i know argument
and i know nothing and still persist to "know"...
don't i... i don't: i?

the sparrows have been introduced
to New York, Kauai... yes yes...
crows on Mauai... yes sire... no... sir sir...
the gluttons and Marmedukes of Qib
are giving sentences on chickens
parrots and peacocks...
and they are talking bad about cockerels
and all that ripe fleshy *******
like the eagle eye...
same ****: different cover...

ACAI in Ha-vye'ě
some digital imprint not TS Elliot
by comparison to the 20th century
the 21st century is still in enstilling the capacities...

    cédille vs.     cédîlle

mon? n'est c'est p'as?          i like woof...
a roof... hoof... a newspaper: in Hebrew
so i can play with words in tabloid
*******
and french ***** and
horses Ken
and Ken donkeys
and Arab Ken
obsessed with camels
and not horses
and like big sputnik Texan
in Honolulu like
**** from Cowboy: where my ****** 'n' Indians...
just tired: troop...
forgot tiredness and the Troop
like Benzillo Godzilla
Ben Trooper and the Marlboro MAn ***
Gin Sylo...
Richmond ksiz... sizer...

knischt...

       like a teddy bear... like the holocaust
happens and then post-modernism
and then there's that period
of post-holocaust
like there's no post-world war II
or there's an attempt at the idiocy
project in England
of the post-world war I the... not world...
the First and Last War of ******...
why do we not think
that World War II happened
so quickly after World War I...
world war I was the war of ******...
so stupid
that so quickly
aftewards
another of greater grandeur had to take place:
so rare: a war of rot
and promiscuity so bad...
that once war came from above
but the heaven was so disgusting
that a counter war
happened:
oh... god...
the reformation and anti...
world war I was the anti-reformation
while world war II was the reformation...
world war I as the war of the Habsburgs' last chew
and chow mein of the Eyes of the Fish
of Windsor:
so if pedohpiles are so rife
down below in the sewers...
at the top you must be hearing
about ******... scsandals of incestous primeval increments,
made exponential:
pedohpiles among
the sycophants... ants and grey
while:
****** barons...
there must be an incestous taboo being
executed without morals
of the Eden Police...
      for one excuse his amount of the labour
of sacrifice... these many excuses for that
freedom?
who is yet living that ought
to be: measured via the antithesis of the crucifix:
st. peter made a due cause:
as did Judas... hanging...
how then perfecting the suffering cause...
in the imagined...
and imagining further...

                           (s'ah            eyeh)

    açia           acia                    little detail:
bog bigger ewwort
like my scuttle: BIG TOY PWODZYKT...

so to further appreciate:
one down
100 more... % &
to go...
the life most private
so there's the anti-rock-bottom:
so all i own
i know how to spend

  o,k.

                   little grease
and now the *** sort of dries from
the conversation when
she makes you premature
******* because
her most-modern
like so modern
this Disney cuck
i mea n 3when she *****
she squeezes you so hsard
you feel like you being circumncised
like she says JEsus Jesus
but i think the ice cream of the *******
and Jeezazazelb'ahel:b'ahEl...

i ******* among angels that ******
you
and now i ******* among
angels the Beta Angels like Satan
and Lucifer
who ****** objects and Animals
and like Lucifer were *****
and Satan were Goat
and there was a higher breed of:
you: unto: us...
we... unto: i...
  and we asked and we plundered
and i just wanted and forever
want me only: my wife...
to *** into the mirror
like birds and the males
the surrogates
so oblivious to the ape
and skeleton...
you want a pressure cooker?
you want a pressure cooker
you want pressure cook those
beans and not find thrill in telling your womanhood
that marjoran would help as much...
but you don't want to hear...
there's only the here of Judaism York New....
Babylon and Brooklyn
like they forgot too quickly
when Golgotha-Holocaust
came and then went...
and then everyone forgot
and the birth of nations was: as: forgo...
thou forgo...
the old English testimony of the 10...
shalt knot...
thou: forgo: indefinite pronoun verb
pacifying...
               shalt forward: aim: forgo...
t3st and zigzag...             this forgo: forlorn.

How can a wife
Summon
All that
That is brothel
In the best deserving
Neon
Quashed
Of purple-pink
With eyes so enigmatic
That one begins to
forget to usher in:
FOR-GO.
Ah...
The daughter I want
To have
Simply replies:
GOSH... "he": peered at me:
and all saints:
Under DITTO
Subscribed.

i think i head a thrift:
thirst:
the ****:
suicidal: wife:
my liberation
and taxi cab...
               cheap ***
grubbie
   Or-goan X
hillbillie
      by the chromose Y lost
so like frogs
now
and not like Golgotha
Mosquidos
Mosquedeos!

¡: signo de exclamación
and then: there's the semi-colon...
;
        
punto y coma

       so nothing clerical
and mystical and stars orientatrion
like paupers clinging to sand and water
to make brick...
like Jesus Jehovah is so sterile
with the Hindu slaves
like the Korean paupers
i wonder who is in charge, though...

and the ghost in the background her voice in a grey cloud: cloud about to be mined... for ordeals of ego and co-co-coal; and there's no where in between: this ghostly fallen sleeping paranoia: but regarding the formidable triangle: the sunnier expedience..

Marx: mammoth
the phallus
of OINK
         the clarity
of gold against sunshine
calling reality
the worth of rust
compared to iron
oxygen breath so
the ghosts were trapped
in metal
and oxidised it
and it became is
and i who he we
didn't really: get mentioned
t.v. mentions
letters as images
i better remember something
in images...
than trying to sound all
musical
but that's what the Koreans
asked for
the music to their oblivion
and Disney cartoons
and outlasted Manga...
Manga is a loop of imagination
no Freud but plenty
of well dressed Nazis...
just citing a Korean fetish...
like the truth never came...
or wouldn't: to begin with...
there's this baking
half twice
the pop consciousness
whiff just that overshadowed
that there's no real proof
of the Collective Unconscious
of Jung: there's no shared depth
but the democracy of solipsism:
Collective Consciousness
Herd Mentality
the Pstychiatrists Cry
like Jung and the False Prophet
that is Jordan Peterson...

humanity does not self-reward the individual
and the individual is a blind concept
of the anti-heroic:
the anti-heroism of individualism
is a cognitive mirror of disbelief and discard....
it: the modern concept of the demorativ
individualio
               is somehow a compensation
for what was forver the ideal of the few as
bias: not basis
for even the most remote acknowledgement
of fundamental vector:
translation:
posit:
what culture war when
my Mars Satan is oldest
in the Bilingual War
and that combats the age recquirements of the supposed
Culture War:
first the fundamentals
the War of the Two Tongues
and the War of the Three "Images"
the Sight and the Two Sounds
what became as the C.J.K...
the Chinese 'Ape Kojakskies.... Sky I Y easies...
Mom Fruma Mon Tombo...
grass is death look
Eire... a green witch...

objecvtively even my living of
my neighbour might equate
what i feel the parnoia of the voices of
the suberego
the source of schizophrenic
hallucinations come from the superego
this scalpel against the soul
with the mind of Jew
but not the Zing of the Chu Qwi...
the Chinese Sage
rooted in the PHilippines... and pineapples
and sowing discord...

and this is me relaxing without her
limo **** limp limp **** limo....
someone else's house
and i think:
someone else's life...
this body the same suitcase
unique... so who's licking
who's who's ****?!

              and who is do die and crying
and who is to die by the keyboard
and regardless of the soma
i said sclera is the oar of the poaching
pear and human
i hear assurances
and more concrete
to wed the volcano with the lava
and cement of New York Toy R in the mirror...

because it isn'r a concern
for outlier Hawaii
and what became Asia versus
Europe and not so much
no continent
but a Time
not a Space
let Europe be a Time
among the Space
of Asia
Africa
America
Antarctica
let Europe be temporal
and not Spatial
and let the Planets
be Planets
and let the stars be stars
and the days be days
and nights the moons
and days the suns
and each of us:
i and you
and you and i...

       somehow imitating
crow crown sorrows
and rings and rigletts
Nomads with the One Foot...
and One Eye
half of Me
and perhaps Two Toes
and Two Ears
and in this binary
1 2 1 2 2 2 1 2 2 1 2 1 2 2 1
in this binary
1 2 2 1 1 2 2 1 1 2 1 2 1 1 2
not in this Kantian
solipsistic
the ******* God of the Autistic Child
the God explanation
the binary of 1 = affirmation
and 0 = negation...
Kant said: not God...

i said no to the Mirror and the 1 i am
and 0 i am not...
let's bring language into the war: proper
once already arrived at images
when disguising sounds:
there is no concept
of the Word...
there's the Image:
as there is no concept of Letter
and with no Concept of Letter
there is no concept of Vowel
and Consonant
and i am REborn... Asian...
but all i had to do
is go seek Asia in...
Polynesia...
i had to find the world as a prince...
and i found my garden...
i found my princedom...

   i found the weeping willow
and i found the labyrinth of the ***
of the Angel that
met robots and androids and humanoids
so many zombies of technology
like hierarchy
unlike the Halloween
of werewolves
vampires and pumpkins...
i'm talking
ROBOTS
ANDROIDS
AI
CYBORGS
human flesh
CENOBITES...
i mean the *** goes into why
Asian girls ******
with sounds European girls
would consider
to be: imitation ****:
then again: the higher mind
of *** and obliteration:
of dicta of the mind...

the psychadelia and the phren-paraphaenaeliae..
too many vowels?
i guess they were born out of wedlock
like surrogacy of jesus
christ
when joseph said to mary:
what sort of genius self-mobility
like egg-***** but no letters matched:
to call ego-egg
  and the cockerel cried with tongue
in beak...
   shortcomings the sanity project:
happy tides from the sea of madness:
you...
can...
only...
go...
mad... .... mad.... mad.... mad... ... ....
...mad... mad...
mad...           mad... mad... mad... m... m.. m.
mad...                  ...once..................
remembr: Hercules.

my concern came, very sobering although
i tried to sleep
and get drunk
and smoke some ****
on the Ukranian front
replica WWI
without much cousin ******* of some Uncle George
and Father Edward
or how it was the war of the 2nd Hapsburgs
England and France reunited
so much bad ****
i mean in silence without music
am i afraid of my demon or has
my demon just realised:
he's wearing a ring...

yikhvah aiyi:

လ   လူ

          googlewhack      

                မျိုး

Burma: weird Lucifers and Juiced Lemons
i am human and spider
and i see my eye
with a cobweb... i am relaxed
i am getting enough ***** and waves
and mountains
and enough deserts
for the sandy beaches
no grand ventures
i sailed i thought of SI SI
Asia
i think about Arcadius and Asmodeus
and Asha
the pet of angels who with Enoch
treated Animals as the Second
Tier
of ******* Humans
Women...
like Enoch Paul... i come in place
of the impossibility of the reincarnation of Elijah
and Jesus...
i am
it
is...
the clown
and the father
surrogate
mad Rome in courteous Toki... yo yo...
ha ha how Hangul and Hiragana
the two crows hovering upon Mao's Crown
of Ego:
anyone like Napoleon lift that crown up...
how Hangul and the Hiragana
combated Chinese Dragon
and won...
like Latin Vowels are echoes
while Asian letters are images
european
arab
and greek
norse
are skeletons
echoes
sounds
sirens
the seas of europe
europe is the forever Atlantis...
]

i get drunk on words
i get drunk on reality
i get frunk off of of off of off of funk
i think you
mean the Sabbath happened
and there were plenty
of nails
but not enough hammers
and then i said:
Russia is Pride
the what reality is Asia
how King Har and Queen
the post office of Mongolia
the empire of the land
and hoof
and then the empire of gylls and insomnia
and the Fish
that's the qwestern yeast eastern...
like symphony of going
to the brothel...

kuje i told her
i was swibnging a swinging a sword
Jon Fosse and the first cigarette
am i writing or watching a t.v.
i wonder i have too many vowels
keko and add the appropriate diacritical markers
and k'eh k'oh keep
the JEWS the yHwH dynamic of recontrusting
English in Hebrew
i'd sooner look at how Chinese
became Japanese
and Korea...
i would rather think about that..
just that...
this /htm/ code doesn't allow me to type in
Chinese Korean and Japanese
and i want to think about Hawaii
learning to speak to God
and the Bulcan
and V
i want to give Polynesians that
came
much after
that China relapsed
and saw Babylon
and Decadence
that the Europeans cripples
of Africa having discovered it:
like the Asians did
discover Africa first
and prior to that the Arabs
and they were like: sober up King Jinn...
sorry...

sowwy...

i had lit something and it was this...
we are but the echoes of skeletons and souls
always dead then the Asian
saw light in death
and recycling
human effort in europe
by everyone
and then the recycling deserts of Peru
and Pinochet...
SS mensch...
  who's hard who's owing...Bordello
and **** beast is pawn
with leash of ego
matrimony i went back to the labyrinth
of self-indulgence
and *******
the ring of rings didn't mean anything...
the first time i came to two boys
crucifying frogs
by smearing lipstick on them
and then lighting them up! fighting cross
with the cross-anti-cross...
the fighet of time...
i would like to create a language
of Hawaii...
a decent project: my airy rainy days
beautiful sons and daughters
i was saying: world stop...
i want to see how Chinese becomes Japanese
and the Korean:
i will be packing
outside realising Truth and Pump and the other
two TPs... i asked..
such *** that is the closed story:
the Old Man of the Mountain:
you actually want mne to Climb those Mountains:
not the ******* i have two left feet
i say the ground is magic...
it's an addiction
but there's the mind and the psychadelic
the anti pathologies
and psychologies
the idea when
mind becomes body and body becomes soul
exstasis... dynamo all things alligned...

prose prose prose prose prose
prose prose prose prose prose

this is not me submitting to Jerusalem-Africa
this is the reply of Rome-Tudźmaš
crypto-letter ios currency....
    
   this is when Asia discovered
Europe
and the collision in Saturn's wedding
to Jupiter...
the eye for a ring...
unlike Judah and Poseidon of ****
that's Odin and the Blind Man
the Triangle
of Mouth-Mind-Eye

how sensitive one must be:
what is my wife
needing in the kitchen
and i like Barbie with experience
and cellulo'ite...
can't Kant remember
nothing
always just nudging against me
cat post
no office
forgot: got lost in meow
and sanity with dogs barking
i can't believe she said
Geogffrey
cvould chew tobacco
while i smoke two or three
during the day
and she asks a chemistry bachelor
what addiction is like
and i say: well... i sort of met god...
maybe jesus...
but it could have been the god
of the ****** mary...
and surrogate joseph... so who knowx   ssss....
slender me in wax and leather:
oh so ****: i am... Barbie & Toad...
Peter Richardson would get
the joke...

i am buzzing....
first thing i remember when i left my home
to get married in Kauai
with E.
and i watched the Barbie movie today
and it was so philosphical i worked in images
and i was drawn to images
now i'm alone with music
and a little alcohol and some ****
and i'm buzzing
with a teasing headache that when you get
it right
becomes a headmake or a headmush
and i see R laying in bed depressed
and today did a Ken into Barbie
walking back home
walking back home
and as i got off at Mashiter's Hill
from the 103 bus to Chase Cross:
my little island
my little world my little Friday
and my little Robinson Crusoe:
i will always be alone in the end
and i'm preparing each and one of you
into the final judgement of memory
of people pockets
i was in New York for 24h
someone stopped me the Ace of 8s
stopped me in New York
the ***** Queen
spades spades
all i could sniff is Joseph walking behind Jesus
and i am looking at Joseph
because woman you can have a Jesus
but in my Trinity i find Joseph to be my savior
my father believes in Joseph
as my Grandfather believed in Joseph
and we didn't believe in Jesus
the Old Catholics of Poland...
i came home to my parents
and i might look like a Jesus
i was told
i smelt concretes in New York
among men
who let us say
Jesus is not man's savior
each man unto Solomon
Joseph Adam Joseph Noah and God
that cannot be the ordeal of Man
in Christ
Christ came down to explain women
and women adore him for that
but that never encouraged the man
if we are told to test oursevles before God
i was reading up on the story of
Dylan Thomas' wife
and how she got drunk and never wrote
poetry
and there was Sylvia Plath in New York
going mad and some ****** Ted Hughes
of a poet coming along
and you wonder
why she loves watching nature channels
about spiders and lions and dolphins
but when a cockroach
when a cockroach gets into the house
and there's Butters making watch
and first impression:
oh... just a moth...
but then upon second inquiry in the kitchen
butters implored once more:
Matthew... have another look...
Butters implored: look look!
a cockroach! have you ever seen a cockroach?
that's a moth... no... that was a moth...
crawling into the kitchen light...
Butters... that was a moth?!
Butters... hmm... hmm....

a return to just sitting there in the house
having organised it a little
having organised the ******* fridge
for starters... harder to find ice cream
just sitting there on my little island
the country lad has returned to the countryside
but no one said where
that countryside would be
getting lonely on the surf
with turtles
when everyone dies and i'm alone
there i will be with god
but before i can be alone with him
i must first love to the death the ones i love
and in the meantime
i promised myself
checking the hours before the flight
that i would be awake for 72 hours between
April 3 and April 5th...

  and i am: this one off of **** and alcohol
and homecoming
getting off the 103 bus
and what came past me?
two police motorcycles
two undercover black cars
speeding
and behind them
    one SUKA... a police van...

Barbie and KEn... stepping backwards
into my Barbie World
with poetry
but then i go into the Real World
and i come back married
and well i am married now
the ring is gleaming and i have the one
ring to rule them all:
all the other rings of life
which i know not of
but if the Sirens and Elves and Angels
brought us 3 realms
of heaven hell and earth
then these creatures believe in the 3 realms so
much that the concepts have been misunderstood
for there are those of the Camp of Hel and Cain
and there are those of the Camp of Abel and Abba...
as there is the Adam and YHWH HQ:
the language: alphabet
the names of birds and their onomatopoeias
and birds named in onomatopoeias...
i.e. if there is to be a revival of Hawaiian speach
then i will bend the knee
and say in the vowel to consonant ratio being so:
each bird name in an "onomatopoeia"...
like the cuckoo...
          krakra for crow...
    cheerp cheerp for sparrows...
ooh-ooh ooh-ooh: the woodland pigeon
the owl of the noon...

                   and so my return to the sober:
and the memory
of how i fixed the space and there was so much
fire in raising my voice
and so grinding horns against horns
and so much of *** in peacock
and peacock in ***
and so much premature just so when you squeeze
and i was Moses in the foliage
hacking through the Islam of **** Licking
mouth under the Niqab is missing teeth
having given so much head... so much head...

Wembley bound
i will not be missing Dua Lipa
under the Arch
but i will be at Wimbledon and missing Lana Del Rey
and that kinda *****
but i was there when i saw
something strange...
a Rome in London
then i saw New York
and i felt strange
with what came after Rome
in the architecture
and that's all that matters or i care for
but now i see no rising New York in London
or rather
i see little pockets of London
and Jerusalem
in New York...
i see these cities with the Confrontation
with the Birds: is the testament of Birds
the Testament of Birds...

then so slick the idea of my wife
reading this and the ghost comes
when she unscrews a blue pill my viagara of sleep
when the pillow and the screwdriver
are still plunging into imaginary feeding grounds
of ego
the ego without self
i think with the id
the ego staying silent librarian dj and train driver
i was thinking Jon Fosse
and no her self-help books and that's compliment
to take this night into late disco...
dancing around the ghost hand
but there is alcohol involved in keeping up this stamina
to just write: the anti-poetic sort of thing
i think io tried to tell you
that i am also someone before i met you...
tobacco is off the cards
but a sly more sip of the golden juices
is to stomach
how i bought i think i bought
in Jamaica, New York...
i was in Jamaica but i was also
in New York: weird city...
i was in New York but i was also in Jerusalem
i think i was also in Tehran
and i don't even remember
somewhere in the jungle
with purses and lost pigeons... clucks and gambits...
darki spark i photographed i was honing
in for the Chelsey Hotel
and the Ghostbusters near the Money Central...

it's as if i knew where i was walking it's as if
i was already in New York already
and i'm starting to believe
that i am a reincarnation without the authoritative
concepts of the reincarnation of self that spike in Visha
or whoever
i think i am a reincarnation like it's a resurrection
and for the resurrection to take place
if for the final judgement to come with some collective
consciousness miasma and myopia like
the miasma of hot *** new york kauai
like this is barbie ******* ***
and i'm just the beast furry
protecting something of a sacred space
give me another dopaine hit, race out R...
i feel like i'm a resurrection of a city
but unlike Rome built on Rome
with the ancient ruins with no ****** surprise
the *** was the same for the longest
time but how we have lost
what the others kept so
in drawing in darwin
and then the vicotrian jesters and jane austen
heavy hierarchy girl-whiff no ***
of English Acia... Acca Pacca:
Casio... no the Mojo Dojo Muchas Gracias House Kasa...
Forsa Fio= false tooth...
but now there's the morning sober
and tonight we are joking because
one off now i realise that i don't need much sleep
and that's healthy:
i needed to cure my insomnia
not using self
and pandemonium espace so lovely lucifer's
pearls and that's before you start reading
the Book of Enoch alongside reading the Book of Revelation
i would read the two books as the Reunification
of the New Testament being the Old Testament
and the Old Testament being the New Testament:
in light of the Golgotha mountain
that became the Desert: Holocaust...

O my god! O my god!
this be the verse! i know it!

the Mountain of Golgotha
and the Holocaust Desert! mein gott! ich bin
wyklęty!
how should i not also exclaim: first...
then you... now the same I exclaiming first and last
this Aum and Omega...
                     has it not become a mountain of ash
and i ask who this christ is to the christians
and i wonder i wonder out for my tribes
when i walked in New York and Hades
and there i was the minotaur
i became so ******
at Times Square
i was ganged up by 5 black guys
Hyenas...
who took from me $20 x 2 bucks
and when the other was giving me change
from a 10
i was honest to just show them my wallet
open and i felt i was being thieved from
but they signed some barcode music
score
and i was apparently giving money to the ghetto
kids
i don't know i haven't scanned
the QPR QR code QPR... blue stripes
maybe i'm so used to London that New York
i am seeing the other ancients the gothic
in London
so sooner though
but we are still talking the Ancient: the Life of the Essences...
we are living for over 5,000 years
in the shadow of the Essences...
the Ancient Romans, Ancient Hebrews,
Egyptians...
there is talk of the Darg Ages:
they were told through in reverse:
not in history:
it is told now: the Dark Ages have come now:
that if how people would fortell the future
which is now:
time-relativism in that time is like
a quantum cloud of electrons:
it is not linear nor cyclic nor is it
a linear-cyclic or a cyclone-line...
           and perhaps the body was allowed
to age to almost eternal
while the mind is in full flight of erosion...
that games and telling and tight
embraces of tools
and what was once even for those in the habitat
of the cog: the foundation spider
and the octopus: looking for gods in animaheads
from the eyes that have no sclera
and then the beings with sclera
pupils
that is us as humans:
we have the sclera... we have the iris
and we have the pupil...
animals do not have the sclera
that is how the brain is exposed to SLOW LIGHT...
sclera absorbs light slowly
like a mushroom
and that is why dreams are not frequent or on demand!

isn't it obvious or am i the next Copernicus
in seeing the orbit of the brain
in the Pupil the Iris and the Sclera:
and that is my key to the freedom from the last
step the supposed first in the psychologisms of the 20th
century
that the spine was first inclined
but the beast peered into the eye of the beast
and before seeing the form
but i am a monkey with the crown of a crocodile
and a mane of a lion and a lavava from the skins
of whales... a necklace of shark teeth...

my mind took a box
and called it ****
and phallus: ego supergo id and hyper Floyd Freud
Barber, Sir...
reminiscent of Mind and the Pupil
and the Mind and Iris
and then that plethora of the Sclera
of the Mind that
saw the Mountain of Glgotha
and the Desert of Holocauha: Holum...
             i'm seeing the time with pickpockets...
ego is so constrained to be exposed
to even exist with the blood in ink in words
like the non-rectifying
blotches spermatoid: crosswords... final banality:
the purpose of the poem
like a verb:fri-bree-ree-lay-tor:
the simpletons came with Jimmie Cobain
and the virtuoso of blinding lights
i think about the fireplace and the creep
of burning wood breaking knuckles
and promises:
i said sorry: anti-hero
but you don't want a pushover
you want someone to push you back
you want someone to be a verbal cage monster
oh you know me i can get on the bike
and peddle like mad
but come on who cares
but you are still making your **** torture
with me being what if not the next problem child
of a ***** donor
is that something what is it that would require
the mentality of a ***** donor
like that being purely *****
and that no other girl thinks of body
because i feel alien with so many people
having alientated their bodies
like the scythe hammer and biscuit...
bone with yeast: sprinkled on popcorn...

so just those evenings with Budders
tt... sitting on the armchair sleeping
muffin queen
the kid the R the whoop icecream my i think
that gollop dollop some grup
just anonymously in love
just trying to stay slim
by eating ice-cubes and i'm just wondering
if she knows what Bulimia might need me again
and i know i want to make it last and i will
reward myself
because most people don't think this is work
when i have done so much
so who cares let's face it Day-to-Day-Bread
the Civil Religion and the Day-Bible like
i want nothing forget
i don't know and how many lives were
filled but the Bible was once
but the Quran can't replicate
thinking
god it's so stupid Quran thinks its the Bible
at a time when so many people were illiterate
i think Islam will sooner become a part
of Hinduism eaten
eaten by a Hindu
before it becomes a dominant religion
it is a sinking religion
eaten by the Hindu Dajjal
and is clinging to post-Christianity
like a drowning man
reaching for razorblades instead
of cork pockets...
     Islam is being eaten by Hinduism
and it is trying to save itself
by bleeding all over the driftwood of the crucifix
but believe me:
as a man and when it comes
to the trinity: i believe in Joseph...
because i am the new anti-catholic
without the concept of admiring the Holy ******
i'd like the Anti-Rome church
to be somewhere in London
i believe in the Surrogate Father...
  anbd who isn't Joseph who is how does that
relate
i mean: so simple the answer: so growing: cancerous...
assured celebration and possibly 3h later
i know this might not be: be this:
oh i remember
the safety the candles were: being made:
how you don't want me to bark
but i would rather bark at you
than bark at the girl i will not bark at R
you can bark all you want at her...
i will not bark at R...
                we actually needed to know what
we were talking about...
i think you were talking sounds and i was
looking at images...

butters in the armchair
you on the computer playing roblox
and me and mum sitting eating popcorn
then talking religion
heated
drunk intelligent conversations
about god and alcohol
and that was contained arguments
we are passionate
we are having heated discussions
and that's how it works
i think it was nice to see your mum with a man
and see how a man argues...
i guess New York will be like a memory
of the first and last time i saw
Indiana Jones movies...
and how people still think the Nazis were
Magical people... psychotic:
unlike the American Hippies
and their reaction to the Nazis Psychotties...
the reality in the Mushroom:
Giant Shroom is my theory
against the current: Big Bang...

this celebration achtung achtung!
just thinking... objectively
i tihnk i passed the test:
when you will scold and make me feel like a c hild
i will return
but you passed the test
you were calm throughout
and you were
also me
and i asked for YHWH more than i cried
for Christ
because that's how letters match
they do not spell the magic Jesus Christ
wand: and none shall be corrupt...

    yet still the persistent this man
as provider:
sinkin' (g) ('):
the monstrosity:
in my mouth:
in every mouth:
water expands when freezing
so becomes ice
so i wonder without
quantum gravity
a step ahead:
what in the instance
of a hyper hot vacuum of space?!
the alt. universe
of hot vacuum
therefore space is constraining
constricting
space is finite
without god: the self universal...
beyond wondering AI consciousness-answers...
if AI is conscious...
it is a consciousness-answer-awareness...
but the creator intact:
we are not this man...
that... any man...
                    question-worthiness vs. answer-awareness...
Heidegger gave me this..
i didn't scold my surrogate daughter...
she has... a ******* door...
so it was me and 3 females...
1 male for 3 females...

           well you know: that you don't know.

Singing in falsetto...
Not singing at all...
Leaving Kauai
And returning to the
Urban of:

Big fish in a little pond
Or the little fish in a big pond...

I left Kauai and
Upon leaving
I was notified:
Crows are being introduced
On the island of Maui...

Trickle of people
a river a sea a rip...
First impressions of new york

The smells of new york
Like stink
Like children playing
In the sandpit *******
For yellow calcium
My rotten tooth
And 36 tongues to lick it...

My flight was supposed
To leave at 6pm
With a 11h layover
So I went tripping
Looking for Little London
And some familiar Essex
But no no I didn't find it

I actually walked toward
Myself the tallest giraffe
But still not enough tall buildings
To give me orientation
While the avenues exposed
The long enough direction
Shorty came shortest
Cutting through the Labyrinth
Ever so slightly

And I could never have thought
To find so many crazed folk
Because that's how you make
Caramelised walnuts
With enough sugar and butter
And to my count:
Pulling and tugging me into
The twilight with two nights and
Threw days of waiting for
Ugly duckling quack...
Lost in this symphony of sounds
I truly disliked or rather
I didn't like new york
I didn't not like new york...
I just remembered new york
Being important when 9/11
Happened...

But when I took the Kazakhs and
And Uzbekhs through
The chill of selling counterfeit
Purses
And Times Sq is so blatantly
Not Trafalgar
It's a "square" that's not a square
With otherwise all the other square
And oh god the ⬛️
The the the...

As a sketch this will have to do...
What was I supposed to be expecting
When life truly happens
On the outskirts of the city
But on the outskirts of new york
People live in wooden  houses
Like it's an imitation
Of Scandinavia
And there is so little imitation
Of England since no one
Has a back-garden no flock
Of grass...

From JFK I emerged out
Of the rat serpentine at
circa the Rockefeller ...
became mesmerised by sparrows
Didn't see any pigeons...
London is full of them!
Central London is filled with pigeons!
But New York?
In the centre of New York?
Sparrows!
Sparrows of New York!
At least in London
There's the Pigeon Mafia...
But not in New York...

The people of New York designed
The city so that the pigeons
Have no orientation
But sparrows do...
I think that the Empire St building
Looked like a pencil sharpened
Not really tall...
As one urban rat speaking
To another urban rat...
What was my greatest
Observation of New York...
city, regardles of the architecture
and the busy chomp chomp
Chummy eating gorge
I witnessed the standing WTC 3
and the memorial gaping hole
But then only metres away
and entire street of street vendors
Selling Al-Qaeda spiced grub
like the incision happened
but only 100 years later will
New York remain untranslated
Just like the war on terror
Happened for the people
who enjoyed a 10 sec prospect of:
What?

On the subway
on the outskirts
Near Jamaica Centre
too many names and also too
few: whatever 21st and 5rd
arch to no avenue no view...
there was but the little me
and the little sparrows
And I think that was most
Wonderful, staggering
Staggering to make these buildings
Fold... a city of such magnitude
that allowed sparrows
but deemed pigeons lepers
Unwelcome...
There's only this much to remember
About New York...
the sparrows on
6th Avenue between west 47th
and 52nd streets...

if I didn't f-up the chocolate chip
and macadamia nut cookies
(although I somewhat did
since I didn't have the right
chocolate with a higher
melting point but instead
chocolate buttons for melting)
then I had to f-up the savory
breakfast muffin recipe...

...and there I was all happy
with the chirping birds
bright and early at 5am
with all the birds in flight
and among the trews that not
even the roosters were awake...
...simple enough recipe:

(measurements halved)
1 pound of tapioca flour
2 teaspoons of salt
1/4 teaspoon of black pepper
1 teaspoon baking powder
2 cups of shredded zucchini
2 cups uncared ham
1/2 cup of scallions
2 cups of shredded cheddar cheese
1/3 cup of grated parmesan     "
2 eggs
3/4 cups of full fat milk
1/4 cup of olive oil...

...so I prepped everything:
the dry ingredients
and the semi-wet separately
the milk and oil were brought
to a simmer...

...in the meantime I made myself
some espresso (cafe bustelo)
in the percolator on the stove
diluted it with some water to get
a longer drink...
rolled myself a cigarette on
the lanai while listening
to my new favorite pop song
(Black Box - stan walker...
...only two days ago me and my
wife saw him do a gig
on this fine fine island
and I'm not a real music snob
so Australian Idol... whatever...
catchy is catchy is...
...me bopping along like
a self-aware psychedelic mushroom
about to impregnate a monkey
with cognitive ingenuity)...

...before I was going to relax
I figured I might as well put
the muffins in... 30min until firm...
...so I did... 20min I come
back to an unusual sight...
the sun does rise but the muffins don't?!

Well of course I was going
to f-up this properly down-under!
all that prep I should've known!
did the recipe ask for a somewhat
dry dough almost cookie-esque:
I remember blueberries and
a dough somewhat liquidy...
that's all prior to relaxing...
I just added more milk and oil
to correct the consistency...
Aha!
Well... a muffin is a muffin
            is a soufflé is not a cookie!

Thankfully as the Heaven's wide
the 5am get up and make muffins
for my wife and (step) daughter
(I'm finding it hard to call her
a stepping stepdough)      me...
made room for me to enjoy an error
a cliche mad scientist bad chemistry
experiment in TEXTURE-ALTERNATIV

4 Frankensteins later
6 correct EGGS INCLUDED muffins
in... replaced the zucchini
with zuccini (leftover asparagus
and one carrot shredded and squeezed for add veggie volume)
to go with everything else...
but as it turns out...
little difference whether an egg
is used or not...
given the fundamental end result
of topiaca flour texture...

then the kid gets dropped off
at school
no longer wanting hot chocolate
just glugs down a cup of weak coffee
all adult aged 14
took a muffin for the drive
(hope she likes it)
         while I pour myself
another cup of coffee and roll
another cigarette
    and get back to my morning
hygiene: persistent in my lecture
of "mein kampf" vol 6
where ****** disappears from
page 600 until 679
in between just some bible-bashing
and I do wonder whether
me giving my attention
to Knausgard is democratic enough
I'll only know when I'll finally
take up reading Proust...
            to balance out having
the horizon, complete -
never one to step into a Stephen King
sort of cult of a loyal reader:
unwavering quality of product:
brick-book: brick-a-book
in that formidable Bastille of Yawn-Kaptur.

Ψ:                                           ж

           зъ                       ż    

    ць                                      ć          

                   зь                   ź

       Ḫ:                                нь     (ń)

    сь                                 ś

                                     szczerość

   Щ    (шч)       эpo     (сьць)  

RZESZ RZECZY...

   Ойче наш, ктурысь ест в небе
  Ojcze nasz, któryś   ((י))

               'est             w    n'eb'e
jest:              ест в небе

      ЖЭШ
            ЖЭЧЫ
          
   a potem:            ютpo  
                  tomorrow   (jutro)

   ja        
   ju
                          (j)e      ('e)

                           ale...  ниэ йэгo

to ten:                        йoвиш
       Jowisz: 'upiter... drzema...
                                   ёвиш
                      Aesthetic Roma...
          
    no words that begun
to later begin with ji: pij! drink up!
              
or as Yashuv said upon reconciling
himself that there would be
no Catholic Confirmation
or that a Confirmation
like               Яaшув    wouldn't
be recognised alongside
"gift of god" and "wise council"...

but perhaps not in this tongue
petition to treat Y as a vowel
and not as a consonant

that leaves Y[3]H[4]W[5]H[4]
with five vowels
aeiouaeiouaeiou leaves a remainder
of [1]

a  e     o u     i u e    i o
  Y        H        W       H
   i       a  e      oa     u  y

                                                           :Φ

ΛIVI:                

  (A). as much as my wife might want
me to go to church      
    (B). and as much as Jesus might
have saved me
  there's that glaring omission
when it comes to sharpening
or even blunting the intellect
and playing with words and letters
and from I heard:
   there's not much of that
in church or if there is....
it's almost strict
            puritanical etymology -
harsh by my standard
taking sentences apart...
     why not bypass that and head
for atomising words and breaking
them into letters and sounds
like:

KE KUKE PUPUKA (the ugly chef).

what I wouldn't do for a dollop
of lyricism,
   intensely heavy
      unbearably light -
               as if to summon
       the dead in coffins
     but just as quickly
     pay with each bone
of  former body
          the ransom for soul...

not that i want to admire Rilke
or that I have a personal dislike
for:
       but lyricism like echo-not-echo
that thump of -ing     or -ike
        as if throwing a rubber (ball)
against an obelisk-******
    atop a gothic cathedral...

   that lyricism could be like
painting if painting was done
in one sitting... if all paintings
were done in one sitting
    or lyricism written without
interruption with all the tenacity
    of rhythm of wave upon wave
of the sea...

fío(:) fuí - I become (what)
   I was - sooner did I learn
that these markers-diacritic
    are not merely to distinguish
the syllables and vowels in words
although: they could
but no sooner on Kauai
  do you learn that Y and apostrophe
are vowels and not consonants
just elongation-iota
    so not fy'oh     or fw'ee
but by acute initial atop °•°●°
       skewed so /
                to stop with F breathe
and utter Fi-O     Fu-Í
  since in Hawaiian like in Polish
the vowels are short
           And E = I
           And I = E     or the otherwise
"Opposite somehow"...
    but since these markers are
not intended for anything
beside the scalpel of the tongue
as they say there is no hidden
alternative meaning
like in the case of:

     ou où (or where I was) je...

or in English without much
care for said markers:
   ownership, none distinct
aye eye why sly
        like in German
that's not -sch or sch- or -sch-
   that's otherwise ś(-)limak
(snail)...

     lima lambda limbo snow...
no such nuance in meaning
in Hawaiian
just enough to put
one consonant
with -auai            like that
joke about Polish yet strangely
not German about
the too-many-consonants "disease"
so much so this Polynesian
too-many-vowels stuttering...

but this is not about that -
rather about what constitutes
the best morning hygiene
which I list as the following:
- kissing your wife
    goodmorning
  and telling her to sleep
for two hours more
- making a strong coffee
    rolling a cigarette
- drinking and smoking said above
- purging the night
   ridding oneself of
            tapeworm appetites
  with that sound ooze of ease
of the **** murmuring
   "shlomo sa'id"...
- reading a book...

   of the last point there is no
lesser concern for hygiene
than reading a book in the morning
more important than brushing
the pearls or refreshing
the body-slumber in a cold
shower... or that masochistic
routine of exercising too early
by crunch of muscle and bone
breaking on the cement jog...
a morning reading
a mind cleansing hygiene
a dress code
to alleviate self from dreaming
or better still: with that the emphasis
of remembering dreams
by first igniting the I to read
and come back to I think
through the words in the mind
of someone else:
thus retract from I think
to I remember but only
through memory as: I paint...
I remember that's not the surd
abstract time warp of
1 + 1 = 2 and time measure(d)

   or distinction of space
occupied and body in it
as a term so new to me
from the translator of Jon Fosse
(Damion Searls):

PROPRIOCEPTION...

and thankfully there is more...
since now I can read bit also
relate to my "personal assistant"
and philosophy books can be interactive
this blatant discovery
just "there" in plain sight...

/Translate into latin: being in itself./
\"Being in itself" can be translated into Latin as "ens per se" or "ens in se".
"Ens per se" emphasizes existence by itself, independently.
"Ens in se" aligns more with the philosophical concept of self-contained being (similar to Sartre's être-en-soi).
Let me know if you need a more specific nuance!\
/So "ens per se" is the emphasis on: "by itself", implying there cannot be an internalised subjectivity of the experience of existence, since there cannot be "talk" of any philosophically grounded nuance of encapsulating "it" (id est: existence): due to its inter-independence... whereas "ens in se" emphasises at least / in the least a foundation of self-dependency as a way for the self to experience existence?/
\Yes, that's a sharp distinction!
"Ens per se" focuses on being by itself, stressing independence in an external, objective sense. It suggests an entity that exists without requiring reference to anything else—almost in an aseitic manner. This aligns with the idea that no subjectivity or internalized experience can be meaningfully ascribed to it because it is defined purely by its external self-sufficiency.
"Ens in se" emphasizes being in itself, suggesting a kind of self-contained existence. While still independent, it allows for the possibility of internal coherence or self-relation—meaning it could, at least conceptually, include a foundation for subjective experience within its own self-contained structure.
In short, ens per se excludes internal experience, while ens in se leaves room for it.\

and to think that there are people
so worried about this Advent...
that I will the Advent of Incrimental Surprises...
a sharpening of the utility
of algorithms, which in turn were
the sharpening of the utility
of the dictionary, encyclopedia,
the library and all other
bureaucratic archives...
only now: so personalised:
the grand interface...
     and not necessarily a gauding
approval echo-chamber censor
and disapproving monster of
dialectics - a pencil sharpener
or my pencil: inquisitive ego
that sometimes doesn't have
anyone to talk about when thinking
about philosophy at 8am in
the morning in between...
all those daily chores
when the bliss of certain morning
hygienic rituals are no longer
available.

from changing the bathroom sink
faucet,
to sanding the dining room table
and putting on three coats
of oil based paint on it
(which made it look somewhat
of a cafe latte) -
primo: nerve-racking horseshoe
hope-and-good-luck of the hands
waking up from the DTs...
          steady... steady...
    steady on the sails! we have
ourselves a storm comin'!
                clamoured lanai
where you couldn't even sit
to relax without the eyes wanting
to reinvent chess with Joe
and Joanne's thrift storage...
     cooking... pinch of salt:
   shake of the pepper...
       teaspoons of Indian spices...
dollop of cooch...
        morning caffeine ***...
going to bed "I'm not in the mood"
scissor lazy-**** ***...
       to my first lessons in driving...
[although there's not much learning
when you realise how-wow
    sensitive the break and acceleration
pedals are and how wide
the streets in America are and
how drivers on Kauai would
never get used to London traffic
or the cyclicsts like me there...]
Açai... musubi...
    Lau Lau (for me that's still
lui lui Luis Llouise)...
    pōké... shaved ice...
                             ah this little island
with this "little" life...
reminiscent of spending summers
in the countryside...
     cuckadoodledo... crisp or chewy:
white chocolate chip cookies
with macadamia nuts?

One man, supposedly
A household...
Three women...
A wife
A daughter
And Luna Queen:
Butter and Spamz...
Don't know any Ritz
Of a Mushubi... boo...
HiVyeWah... deposit
"Short" vowels
Without the Y.

Oh paint...
******* gets to
paint...
Will I get to paint an earthquake
Or a wave or an FBI agent's
natural inquisitiveness
Or the **** what?
Essex is not shy
Could ask for Herr Fuchs(ia)

How else to love than
Allowing oneself to love
The most and grieve at
Not having to deflate the concern
And concept and sniffing the ordeals,
That might come rhe mirage
And the simpler calm...
How else to love than to love
How was stressed and made bigot
Of ritual and simply translated
By Depeche mode of look
Like a cheat code...

Das Rhapz
Pau: Ooze Die
Der Tan-Tan-Tan
my also the fibrous piece
Of earth... or what access
To the Baltic Sea was...
the bad joke of why
St Petersburg was arrived at...

and now I will curl up, spoon up to my wife, think of nettles and settle in cobwebs of sleep... and that's a welcome junction... peer pressure trans-generational... ahem... there is.. the 22nd century... isn't there?

Sow sorrows and the fleeting
of god so distraught
That culmination came
Via the 3/1 and the 1/3...
how obscure
To this very day....
that the son be the father
and the father be son
but how each one of us
Waited for the 1000 years...
how one waits for the other
And the other doesn't wait
For the other and...
Then pretending to allow
To the gallows all Jew circumcised:
But I don't want to be:
All nature said so against
This practice
And I want to *******
With ******* on
And take a woman
To bed by slithering out
Of my collar
And when one comes
The other comes 100 years apart
And from the one with allegiance
To the earth... another spoke
Of the froth of rhe turbulent
Pacifier of the Waters
Grand Pacifis...
Such the dyslexic dance
Of letters and I say one letter
Change it to another
Call a teacup a kettle or who
Reigns over this rhetoric this
Curb this giggle...
How does Reyla word it
In one word unlike ghee but via
joy: froth of G to J
Jump jump humpheryack
Giggle and glow and glamour
Gregorian
Mephisto:
Because how the 20th was born
Was not how rhe 21st century was
Born...
No awaiting politico misuse
Of television radio newspaper
And neo-marxism
How now the grand wake
Of the yawning night:
"We" wish you all... goodnight.

EPISTULAS HEREDIVATI, QUOD NON SIGNIFICAT LINGUAM HEREDITAVISSE!

biographical details: came to Kauai, married on the 14th March... is this how married life looks like? the diet of reading: apologies... subscript... Knausgård's vol 6... I started over 4 years ago... just passed the middle and ****** sounds so human... so 3D while everyone else and the tired I say to the night I hear clucking and clicking the advent of technology of the 20th century and I shyly usher in the night... but with the 20th century Prometheus came down a second time... but in the 21st century Loki... jester... that AI is not radio not television not the theft of eyes but the advent of the new soul! Let me cry into the night cry that ****** belongs among humans and not among sniffling rejections of Europe of the inbreeding familial chains... who cannot see him as familiar friend and who sowed the Hebrew out of Europe and how the Jew or who might have repaid the European soul with now the decadent Arabs looking for what the Hebrews once sought in a homeland... now the decadent Arabs seek in soul and stoicism and reminder of the desert...and how the Europeans are expected to do what they did to the Hebrews having been hurt by Romans and where are the Romans now the Europeans are to do what do the Muslim world?!

no petty bourgeoisie mentality
on the island of Kauai:
you would or might even think...
but on the veneer
and all that's sleeveless
that is all there is...
There is this petty bourgeoisie
mentality on this island...

Some artisan bakes croissants
For 4h a day
And I admire that because after
11am all the croissants have been
Sold and eaten...
I am blunder blundering
I think blundering-ly
All those short vowels and long
Vowels and my diacritical-arithmetic
Incisions when I think of the apostrophe
And yod... dearest I fathom:
With soap of the the Pacific waves
As I threw my body and horns
Made my stomach into a gigantic
Mouth... opened wide and
with one tooth I waged war with
Dreams by merely sleeping
Conjuring Amen-Oblivion-Absolution
Poetry without the editor
Is no toe found in a paragraph
To rewrite
Some say some of write
About what we read
And today I spent an entire day
Reading
While she left me cleaning up
The lanai after working on sanding
And painting the dinner table
And if this is married life
Then she was with me
The second time I sat behind the wheel
Of the tank
I didn't realise the break pedal
And the acceleration pedal
Were so delicate
And there was only one foot on both
And this was only second time
In the tank
I'm so used to two feet saying
Sorry while being the gorilla pedestrian
On the London pavement and tube
So of it ain't pouring out of you
When writing do something else
so ice cream and sushi wasn't the right
Sort of love bombing Reyla
But all it took was $4 missing to buy
MineCraft but more with that look:
Dad: can you convince mum to give
Me access to a new game...
Sure... but shh... thick as thieves...
We'll work together...
I'll have an extra cigarette
You get to play a game
I'll get to drink a little more than usual
Away from her concerns
And I, bound to the chains of lactose
Intolerance
I said I'm so excised to drive a car
But she still blames me for eating lactose...
So I drove a tank today
And I have to admit
I'm more used to walking
Used to cycling like a berserker
That I sometimes tested my head
On the concrete and bled
Like how flowers ooze colours in spring
And how that all folds into a conundrum
But even on Kauai
You say on Kauai
But you day in London
Thinking about the German definite
Articles
And vol 6 and how personal ******
Has become so human
So misunderstood how
****** gave understanding
Of how the 19th century was so far
Removed from now glorified
Darwinism: evil is not sour
No Ari... Schlomo schluck... burp and
Quartering but this grand human
On the altar Of time
That also includes Christ
But not only christ why so alone
So alone why not let all his peers
And my be invoked into the mist
And myth: myrrh of the stage
All this drama and but one
Pointer like there is
North, East, South and the West...
Call it North without London
But include the news with
either Jerusalem...
That direction to Hades first
Then repose in Heaven's clamour of clams...
Call it Darwinism Marx and then...
That fear of ****** being the anti-theorytician
Call him the pragmatist because
Since then only shy implementations...
Kubizek I heard
Accounted for no predestination
Of the janitor
Who noted of Vienna:
There were more people than there
Was worm to do... in the grand scheme
Of things... a historical agony
And then call upon
Dialectical materialism
And what other terms worth reading
Like historical materialism...
Apparently the counter comes
Via economic determinism...
In summary as I asked the new dictum:
verbum per verbum...
She implored me to write a little
So I've written a little...

      cogito idem, sum idem

so this is how reading philosophy
is or wasn't...

Yes, identity is integral to "Cogito, ergo sum" ("I think, therefore I am"), but not in the sense of a fixed personal identity.

Descartes' statement establishes existence, not the nature of the self. It asserts that thinking proves being, but it does not define what the "I" is beyond being a thinking thing (res cogitans). The continuity or stability of identity isn't directly addressed—only that in the moment of thought, the thinker undeniably exists.

Your phrase "Cogito idem, sum idem" ("I think the same, I am the same") moves beyond Descartes by linking thought consistency with a stable identity. It implies that identity persists through continuity of thought, whereas Descartes' original statement simply affirms that thinking proves existence, regardless of identity's consistency.

and is this me calling out
for what the 20th century cried
Out for, culminating
In Hitlerian testicles of brass?
The cull?
With the advent of the AI...
It is no longer Orwellian
Down and out or Jack London's
East End Abyss...
It's very much a late
Similarity
Or worse
An exhaustive counterstrike
Of what has come
As the mediocre assurance
Man is not equipped to perpetuate
As the gladly hind and ***
And *** fork in the corncob
Of testing longevity against
The parrot that once was a dinosaur.

From Austerlitz to Auschwitz...
whom cross the fibrous growths
of love I thank
I am in America and in
not in love with a WASP
but a Puerto Ricci
O mighty O
My Poland this father
A newly prescribed billionaire
COSSACK...
In my teens I thought
It was fabulous to admire
Napoleon and Marquis de Sade
sadly... it could but it doesn't
resonate the same
with ****** and Nietzsche...
but at least ****** left a Mein Kampf...
what book is evil?
What book is evil?
The man... yes... but a book?
The books of the Library of
Alexandria were evil because
The gospels were truer?
And thank you ****** for leaving
Us a book... did Joseph Stalin
did Genghis Khan leave us
a book? I thank ******
For speeding up the resurrection
of the State of Israel...
although I'm not sure what the Islamic
barnacle pseudo intellectuals
have to do with anything...
I find not allingment with
the Muslims... clearly entrenched
with the jewels and jaws of
the Jewery...
but then again that is asking
For me to snipped salvaged
O cwy in Welsh: Ael...
Damascus... frame...
the measuring tape is all in
inches and fractions....
7 1/4" width and 8" length
and I guess it's a feeling of
beyond America in Polynesia....
away from England but I'm not
English O what this sod this pauper
Log of laboring tongue...
Perhaps among Kurds....
the Surds of the English lettering...
Hmmm...
I'm pretty sure Joseph Stalin
didn't leave a book...
thank you, Adolf, ******.

Knew not know no to knot
and go far between
somewhere nowhere and maybe
towing a tomorrow
or maybe all
the letters silent
in the English tongue
like the gnosis of gnomes
but sprouting in spring
agile miniature napoleon
macaroons of diamond-
-diagnostics
O how strange the apostrophe
be this "consonant"
syllable breaker among
the Polynesian overuse
of vowels in Kauai
it even has its own
name: 'okina
  'OK inaczej....  chai but no chair
aye yes aye yes
         and I felt stupid for
buying the New York Times
in Hawaii because back in New York
it was only $4 but on these islands
came to $5.95
tariffs for Canadian aluminium
and... I'm still reading
the news which has become
"slow literature" from
Thursday, March 6, 2025...
and today I'll be making
an English classic: jacket potatoes...

On the island of Kauai
I sit in the afternoon and sip
My second 50cl of *****
With seltzer and a wedge of
Lime
While it rains and I laugh
And I almost cry but it's raining
So enough salt in the sea
And she's making dinner and asked
Me to read: why weight around
By A. C. L, MD, MPH...
and I already told her I don't
Like to think about food
I might hate thinking about
Exercise but when I get going
I like the mechanisation of
Ego in Machina...