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George Cheese Jul 2014
The concrete is cracked,
the bodies are burning,
and the skies are screaming with rocket fire,
our bullets.

It might be I don't understand the politics or the religion,
but these are the things we use to aim with precision.

Humanity is a fragile thing,
our world is bleeding,
and if this bloodshed is to globalise,
then we all need to mobilise.
i've been listening to way too much politically charged music this week.... and the news these past couple of months has been fairly devoid of good.
betterdays Feb 2015
" I would like to be
the air that inhabits
you for a moment only.
I would like to be that unnoticed & that necessary"*
    Variations on Sleep
                 Margeret Atwood


to be inhaled
into your essence
to become your
breath in this world

to  inhabit the marrow
of your soul

is but a dream

for we are,
different components
different aspects

needed to compliment
needed to inspire
the pthers aspirations
needed to question
the motive
to mobilise the heart
to gain forward momentum

we do not subsume each other...
we are become,
to one another
catalysts
gunpowder and fuse
lit.....to make the world explode...

we are not each others breath....
but,
we are each others,
reason
to breathe...



What do you dream of
my love...
I watch you twitch and murmur....
are you a big brave hunter....
or something less ferocious...
tis no matter to me....

i love you and if you could walk me dreams with me
you would know that there
you are a gentle hero
it is my belief that poetry
should make you feel....and think... birthing new understanding of oneself and ones surrounding...
these then are some of the thoughts that become progeny of this snippet of Margeret Atwoods  work.
Big Virge Jan 2020
It's Time To ... " MOBILIZE " ...        
Those Who USE THEIR Minds ... !!!            
            
For MORE THAN A Prize Or Bling That Shines ...            
Those NOT inclined To Live By LIES ...            
Or Hide Behind Their ... PRIDE FILLED Lives ...            
            
You Know The Type About WHOM I Write ... !!!            
            
They're ALWAYS RIGHT ... !!!            
EVEN WHEN They KNOW They're WRONG ... !?!            
            
They've Got PROBLEMS But Run Along .......            
As If Their Life SHINES Like ... " SPOTLIGHTS " ... !!!            
            
They Come In Shapes That SHIFTERS Make ...            
And Brandish SMILES ... Befitting of SNAKES ... !!!!!!            
            
INSIDE They're VILE And In DENIAL ...            
About Their Ways And Things They Say ...            
            
They HATE Themselves But TELL Themselves ...            
            
That ... " ALL IS WELL ! " ...        
        
The Lies They Tell ...            
SPIN Round and Round Like .... " Carousels " .... !!!!!!!!!!!            
WITHOUT Nice Sounds or Fun Fair Smells ... !!!!!            
            
I've Met TOO MANY In My Life ....            
Whose Brains AREN'T READY To MOBILIZE ... !!!            
Or ... FACE THE TRUTH About Their Lives ...            
That Reality's SCARY To Their Minds ...            
            
But There Are  A FEW Who Have STRONG Minds ...            
And DON'T Confuse What's Wrong With Right ...            
            
So MANY Make CLAIMS To Hide Their Shame ...            
About The Things They TRULY Think And Wrestle With ...            
            
So Take This In ...            
Here Comes The Link ...            
            
"I'm NOT RACIST !"            
            
"I Hear ya miss, but let me, ask you this ?            
Would ever give birth to a black mans kid ?            
What, lost for words, something wrong with your lips ?"            
            
See ...        
STILL Some Women Seem To Think ...            
That ALL Black Men Are NASTY Things ... !!?!!            
            
... " Shipwrecked " ...        
And YES ... " Big Brother " ... TOO ...            
Continually Prove These Things Are TRUE ... !!!            
            
DON'T Let Integration Have You FOOLED ... !!!            
Integration Is Cool For Those Who Choose ...            
To NOT BE Schooled By IGNORANT Crews ...            
            
But .....            
Do Such Words Apply To ... YOU ... !?!            
            
Now Those QUICK TO SAY ...      
      
"Of course they do !"          
            
Are Those Who'll HATE My CLEVER Wordplay ...            
Because It's Shrewd And Plays The Game of ...        
TRUTH or DARE ... That Makes Them SCARED ... !!!!!            
            
"How many black friends, do you really have ?"      
            
"I've got loads man !"            
            
"Of course you have !"            
            
"Don't be like that !"            
            
"Would you have one of them,        
take your daughters' hand ?            
or trust them to, hold all your cash ?            
What's the matter my man, cat got your tongue ?"          
            
DON'T Get Me WRONG I'm Just Having FUN ... !!!            
            
Can't We All Just GET ALONG ... !?!?!          
            
See The PROBLEM IS ...            
Racism LIVES IN ... ALL of Us ... !!!!!!!!!!!!            
            
ESPECIALLY When It Comes To ... " Love " ...            
Are YOU HONEST Enough To .... OPEN UP .... ?            
When Asked Questions ... About THIS STUFF ... ?            
            
It Seems To Me ... MOST ARE Too WORRIED ...            
About What It Is ... People Might Feel ...            
If The TRUTH Is REVEALED ... !!!!!            
About What We Think or INDEED Believe ...              
            
So MANY LIES ... !!!            
So MANY Crimes of Different Types ...            
In Peoples MINDS Which Is Why You'll Find ...            
            
I'm NOW Inclined ...        
To Find Minds WILLING To UNITE With Mine ... !!!            
And See BEYOND .................................................................­...
            
The Colour of Skins Because It's Time ...            
To OPEN Eyes ... And OPEN Minds ...            
        
It's A Time For The WISE To .......            
            
........ " Mobilize " .........
Well, this piece was written, long before the rise of the current crop of Political Top Guys, so, I think these words are still right, sadly ... !!!
Mateuš Conrad  May 2017
too far
Mateuš Conrad May 2017
you're pushing, you're pushin' the wrong
buttons... you're pushin' too far...
  you attack grammar... you begin to
mobilise the harshest advocates, for...
no... not the purity of race...
                             but, that, of, language;
oh you're pushin', you're pushin' too far...
it's already a war for the purity of language
rather than the 20th century battle for
a purity of race...
     oh you're pushin'... you're pushin' too far...
the "right" people see something like this...
mmm... don't know...
        i just punched myself in the face,
just to see whether i was going to cry...
n'ah... just felt like taking a swig at my
                  blackbeard, and pinching my ***.
Big Virge Nov 2020
Like Reggie DONE SAY...
It's Time For Some ACTION... !!!

The Use of... “ Wordplay “..
To Stand AGAINST Factions...

Political And Criminal...
By Use of Verse That's CRITICAL...
of Actions MORE Despicable...

Than Visuals In...
... " Unthinkable "... !!!!

TORTUROUS Methods...
By Those NOT As CLEVER...
As Those With VENDETTAS...
That Leave BOMBS In Letters... !!!!!!

Actions That SADDEN... !!!
When Infractions Happen...
It's Time For MORE Actions...  

That DO NOT FEED Sadness... !!!!!
Like Heads Being... “Captured”...
By... Radical Captors...

But In Truth Who Are They... !?!
Who The... Media Name... ?

DON'T Let Them Confuse... !!!
Take Time USE Your Brain... !!!

STUDY Their CLAIMS...
Like They INTERROGATE... !!!

... DON'T FORGET WATERGATE... !!!
And Contras Engaged By The US of A... !!!

Nicaraguan PAIN Was Americas' GAIN...
From Carter to Reagan Their Actions REMAIN...
Like Arms In Iran And C.I.A... Aims...

Their Actions Have Claimed...
MORE Murders Than SHANE...
Because Just Like Cowboys...
They Choose To Employ... !!!

BRUTALITY As....
Their FAVOURITE Envoy... !?!

Which Has PROVEN To BE...
How They Employ Police.... !!!
Whose Actions INDEED...
Lead To YES BRUTAL Scenes... !!!

That MANY BELIEVE...
Are Warranted PLEASE... !!!!!

Their Warrants Are WORTHLESS...
As Is Their Main Purpose...

To “ Protect and Serve “...
It Seems They PREFER...

To Act Like INSURGENTS....
Protectors Who HURT US...
And Make People NERVOUS... !!!!!

Their Rebel Should... “ Sekkle’ “...
And PUT DOWN That Metal.... !!!

INSTEAD Use Their MENTAL... !!!
When Their Job Gets STRESSFUL... !!!

And ACT MORE Like Generals...
Who Have The Credentials...
To Serve And Be Helpful
Instead of... Judgemental....

YES Actions Are NEEDED... !!!!
To KEEP People Breathing...
Instead of Just BLEEDING...

'Til Their Life Has....
.... NO MEANING.... !!!!!

This Verse Is An ACTION...
DEMANDING EXTRACTION...
of Acts By... ASSASSINS...

Who HOLD ON To Badges...
That CLEAR Their Infractions...
When Court Cases Happen...

It's Time For The People...
To Now... MOBILISE...
And HINDER The EVIL...

That... "Hides Behind Doors"...
of... Leaders and Boards...

of Those Who Outsource...
Young People To WARS...

Where TERROR's ENFORCED...

By Those Who They CLAIM...
Are Sent To... PLACATE...

And Put Peace In Place...
With GUNS On Their Waist... ?!?

Well I'd Rather Factor...
Wise Verse And Good Grammar...

And Use Them Like KLAXONS.....

For... POSITIVE...

...... " ACTION "...... !!!!!!
LISTEN HERE :
https://soundcloud.com/user-16569179/action/s-wCBVw
Mateuš Conrad Mar 2020
if i were to pray to god... i don't think i'd would
tease his boredom -
     in islam the adhan: the call to prayer is
heard in the heavens... but the prayers aren't...
the church bells are heard...
perhaps even when a choir of castratos sings...
but never that ******* of credo mumbling
and "confessions"... it's not teasing the vanity...

well... yes... god... nothing too personal...
       it's hard to imagine anything of nothing...
the sober, scientific, objective: ex nihil...
        out of nothing - i'd wish...
then we'd all have the properties of stones and trees
and a that sort of adapted consciousness
of: never born with legs... with will...

to me: something from nothing...
      the sober, mature, scientific approach...
yes... but i don't think about a higher power...
i think about an invigorating force...
                    something to propose momentum...
something that concerns us to debate
whether free will exists... but enough of that...

there's still work to be done in the garden...
all the stumps are out...
          had to come the day where i'd heal
the earth by letting her breathe...
    which involved digging her up...
doing a pancake with her... then getting a fork
and twisting her into little pieces...
about half a meter of decent earth...
before the clay would appear...
in clay... you won't be finding any earthworms
at these depths... half to a meter in...

well... who needs to go to the gym...
when you can garden...
it's a bit like... if you ever ****** wearing
a ******... and when you haven't...
the only real ****** comes when...
    you send some mail of would-be sputniks...
shame though... if...
she is lying about taking contraceptives...
for that "one and only" moment of life's tick
list...
                   fizzle fizzle out past...
but a few hours spent wearing gloves...
and it's numbing... when working with earth...
sure... you're using a shovel
a fork etc. -
but when you can't feel the earth...
it's a bit like that ****** sensation...
         should it matter to a man not circumcised?
hardly... it's enough of a bother to pull
the **** thing back and choke
whittle richard's heard into a proud plum...

but then to feed the naked hand to the earth...
one of those many other substitutions
for the hide & seek zenith of ***...
   in a shower... pouring water...
onto the neck and just above the occipital bone...
a less protruding occipital bone...
well... designation?! ******!
wow... just like that... i can whip-up
a venom... it's carboxylic acid mingling
with some ebola leftovers...
                                                    ­      em...
preferred temp. of the water...
approx. 4 - 5 degrees celcius beneath room temperature...
not cold cold...

"not enough ***"... or no *** at all...
         learning from the octopus...
                               8 things planned...
           i planned that trip to the brothel...
a little bit too late...
now there's the garden...
                   and there's that period of evening...
can it just be as simple as...
a glass of scotch... some pepsi max...
some jazz: but not too much - i don't really want
to think... blues would be great...
but it has become a period piece...
              like a jane austen adaptation...
a belgravia... something from charles dickens...
something simple like:
alice in chains - man in a box
down - stone the crow
danzig - 1000 devils reign...
                            
                 so yeah... god... prayers...
i still like to attach thought to what would...
better be a tongue for a brain
or a brain for a tongue and at least 7 aeons
of silence...
                    prayer or mumble...
i can't see no advantage...
  i'd pray by crying when finding something
beautiful...
i'd pray by dancing and screaming
when finding something more than the sort
of beauty that'd mobilise my heart to
quench its thirst... needing my sweat...
more than my tears...
and i'd pray... by walking into a dark forest
at night... strip half naked and scream
and growl and return the beast to the father
of the night... force my mouth into
fallen leaves and turn this mouth of mine
into a snout to forrage for mushrooms...
once... near Harlow - Essex...
i did just that... upon the break of dawn...
took a bottle of bourbon with me
and ate... a lilac coloured mushroom...

    how did i end up walking from Romford
through to Harlow in the night?
i remember i had about 6 beers...

prayer... yes...
       well i was "praying"... for an unusually cold
April...
my fridge is broken and it's not making
any more ice-cubes...
it would be super handy for me to be able
to leave a bottle of scotch and a bottle
of p' max or c' zero on the roof just
outside of my window...
   walking up and down the stairs come
the ungodly hours of 2am: i really don't want
to rouse the cats...

cabbage - plastic - playdough -
       some flour an egg a tbs of oil and water -
to live without... a categorical impetus -
other that: in times of the most dire needs...
to explore the endless avenues
of what can come from:
an absolute informality of language -
a metaphor and apostrophe
followed by a colon -
                            
      a fusion of impetus - this current climate
of gardening and what's... probably
the justifying what is happening:
not much... besides...
        
                               i wouldn't be thinking
of *** being on the menu -
wordsworth's celibacy -
                       japanese girls attired
in mannequin bodies with porcelain eyes
and... that skin of unblemished tinge...
something had to be forever uninviting...
or better still...
              it had to be leveraged...
other outlets had to be fathomed...
                    nothing of what might be bemoaned
should the crux of dragging ghosts
and regrets all chained up: into
dreamworld and some other circus frenzy...

to rub ones hands ferociously against
bricks before the luxury of touching a body
was revelled in.... it had to be...
*** and disney...
                          then the distillation process
of culmination could homage me...
as... allowing a flow of water...
or whiskey turned into lemonade when
the erotica of taking a ****
was like all the genital parts included
for her treating the unshelled oyster to queen's
cringe...

a... oddly weird cooling... a very... cool april...
anything to stop this...
it always sounds more **** when it's
an epidemic...
pandemic is hardly something to get all
hot and bothered about...
                                 god's sneeze...
                          and all that omni-
                                            prefix litany...
it's truly the most secured claustrophobia to
think of: gifting to later be grieving...
when at best: the magical finger tripped
up schumacher when skiing...

     or... some other spontaneity...
                              if ever some hegel...
i hardly think i'll live to read the phenomenology
of spirit...
   i've skimmed through the lecture notes
that inspired marx: the philosophy of right...
lecture notes... not even aphorisms...
not even maxims... lecture notes *******
a marx and...
     i'm not even going to bother...
claustrophobia...
dealing with both the marxist ideologues
as is the case with dealing with darwinist ideologues...

no god for a sense of:
no imagination... as long ast the facts can be
distributed and well regurgitated...
does it matter?

all that i can pour into "its" existence is my thought...
humble i, bring a stone before the altar
of the pyramid...
that i know of the "other" pronoun...
in greek... that's: θ(ought) i?!

by then it's already too late... the key has already
been inserted into the lock...
and has been turned...

                    margaret cirko, 35...
               $35,000 dollars worth of fresh food...
gone to waste... in pennsylvania...
and here they are... keeping me on a schizophrenic
leash!
i guess it's true then:
the madmen will lead the blind...
perhaps i only have one eye left in me...
i just watched a morse code wander the sky
that had to be feeding something my
unconscious could desipher...
the facade of consciousness that bears
the burden of the foetus and the stone stood
ground... my eyes didn't melt from
the exalted...

                    but i'm starting to think...
really? the crucifixion is... the epitome exit?
for a demigod? what about...
left hanging on a meathook...
                     for days... with the insertion
under the chin...
or with hands tied... having ultra-******
performed between the coccyx and the ****
when pretending to be the candle imitation
while the hands are tied: screaming the toll...
for the entry into gamorrah...
cherbu honey cherub honey for the old man
magritte: charon... das ist ein kamin!

no?             the treachery of images...
hold me stochholm syndrome prone when it comes
to... the treachery of words...
outside of the realm of nuance, ridicule...
and the thesaurus...
outside the realm of those that
will not clear the way for etymology
to replace archeology...
and of those who will not worship slang!
slang the... not the emoji hierogylphic statures
of: to escape the skeletons of
within and the past...
to turn the O(micron) into a ******* smiley :)!

hegel: master and servant...
    well... anti-hegel...
the parasite... and the host...
          the master is the parasite...
call it the fruition of 1960s intellectuals dabbling
in buddhism...
or... who is the master?
the master is apparent right now...
the middle-men... of work that can be done
from home... so...
what's the need to... commute... to subsequently
and "somehow"... "work"?
arbeit macht frei... "this" and "that"...
that's... work?!

   if you can work from home...
now... currently... how much of work is exacted
to pretend to be the architectural imprints
of power dynamics - verbiage:
and verbiage is all you're going to get!
i know the peacocks when i see them...
peacocks will verbiage tinge this sort
of "logic" as they'd call it...

macht frei... arbeit...

       a terrible slogan for the people who will
nonetheless butcher the meat...
skin it, prep it...
            but then we have...
i don't even know a windowlicker or a ******...
stupid or just evil...
        perhaps just a ****** frustration
"oops"...
             or one of those never to happen
celebrated abortions...
a margaret... cirko... 35...
honestly... the crucifix?
   i'm thinking... meat-hooks and pikes...
less worth for a worth of emblem when supposedly
left hanging...
more like: a dangling tooth...

that what i think of when and otherwise
schizophrenics are blamed...
for when everyone takes it: supposedly:
more easily...
                                       this is not something
a psychotic person would do...
nor a windowlicker ******...
    dumb evil...
                        woman evil...
           you almost wish to lacerate that sort
of behaviour... to the point where...
she wouldn't be able to squat to take a ****...
no... seriously... we should take better care
of your down syndrome retards...
given what the: glorious free spirited man
has to offer: anti-government blah blah!

she should be put in a cage... for
baboons to spit and **** at...
   and she should be given a diet of...
how's that caugh?
     good? phelgmatic? roughage?
good... eat your cough then!
             and locked up... like the myth
of the beheaded cockroach living for up
to two weeks and finally dying of starvation...
i'm guessing the genesis came with...
andrei chikatilo... or that batman quote:
perhaps he's wondering why someone would
shoot a man... after putting him in a prison cell?
brain head: tick tick...
  but the old ticker is still working...
this atheistic mr. ape grand finale of...
                                christine chubbuck...

brain dead ≠ the body is dead...
Kafka: stab at the heart...
what idiot took pride in hollywood when
distancing himself from suicide with
brain injuries...
oh sure... the brain dies... so much for all those
cucumber people of the comatose worldview...
all those... on life support...
looks like the "last clue":
the "labyrinth" can exist in a pickle jar...
switched on... and off...
at long as that... butchers' meat retains
it's... rhythm...

retards... widnwolickers...
does someone with down syndrome "suffer"?
personally... i think they're very much oblivious
to their afflication...
it's not about burning witches...
it's about... stamping out an egoism
that would hardly think about...
retaining the last dripping of water...
the last crumb of bread...

          if i were a ******...
i'd be keeping a down syndrome hulk...
like in mad max: master blaster...
hell: keeping a leech as... pretending it to be a tatoo
seems more worthwhile than...
all those save africa hunger ******* worth
whacking slogans...
   did margaret cirko work for some sort of...
save africa and hunger...
                                          charity?!

if­ my words aren't trivial... compared to what she did?
then money: does indeed grow on treets...
let's pluck some and cough into a bundled
up ball of $1 banknotes!

and... keep it rollin'! rarely will i lose my temper...
but some things are worth forgiving...
repenting over...
hell... at this point every other albert fish...
and every jeffrey dunham jr.
sounds more appealing to talk to...
at least either of them... wouldn't be found...
a marathon distance's length of having
just wasted $35,000 worth of food...
in hell: keep to having cain's offspring
as your company...

i really don't know what... "it"...
of any sensibility of man...
provided the ***** and the vacuum of body
for a surrogate: clearly there was no mother involved...
perhaps she's the first child of
that wunderbarpakt
of der: zweivati?!
                     she's the first child of "surrogates"...
she is the first child of two *******
homosexual partenting schemes?!
makes you wonder...

again: lasso an oops of the cut-off where...
this becomes... virus isolation wasn't enough...
people had to designate themselves
into making politics out of everything;
again...

police! police! the thought! oh god!
the words! oh mein gott!
  police! police! ****! he's gauging out mein augen!
he borrows some german! natz-tee!
i used kinder words governing wood...
i did make-up a replacement to
the ritual surrounding tequilla drinking...
i called him a black cracovite...

slick lick of lemon? you sure...
you're smoking a cigarette...
you're agitate... some ash lands on your hand...
you lick it off... that's your new salt...
you're in galicia... which is not silesia...
you don't have tequilla you have *****...
you lick the ash off your hand...
down the *****...
oh ****... where's the bite?
you're not familiar with lemons...
but you are familiar with peppercorns...
so you bite 3 to 4 down...

there you go... a translation of the ritual
associated with tequilla...
the black cracovite... *** lesson number one...
or no *** lesson number two...
they have their precious israel...
don't they?
i best give my... incantations...
again: is that a transliterate chasm...
of finding enough syllable pauses
to read some deutsche?
perhaps... when translated into
english... and retaining their chemical
names...

                hyphen as conjunction...
to better read: ol' wolf says...
carbo-xylic...                     de-...
               of many more deeds to come...

Solomon will not arrive in time...
and there was no sort of David in your time
of reign: since the last one...
to begin with... but you do have...
clarification as being the inspiration
for the creation of the Mosad and the ***...
so... cuddos... bravo!
let's hear a ******* encore!

sorry... i can't have them "jumbled" up...
the dead sea scrolls refer to the end of the old testament...
the fate of isiah... the courtesan prophet...
disembolwed... cut in two...
that's one...
the dead sea scrolls are not...
the nag hammadi library... that's two...
josephus ben matthias... the false prophet...
egypt... and from egypt...

this wound is most certainly bleeding...
put more pressure on it...
the more chances of negation...
esp. from the scientific couldron of the society...
the dead sea scrolls are not
the nag hammadi library...

it echoes in the claudron...
of but a single eye shared among...
6 plucked out...
to deafen the wind that combs the woods...
and the branches that find flutes
in their hollowing out worth... of...
rattle...

                   i always wondered...
gloryhole *******...
         the imitation *****... beig soiled in
all that.. would be sponge-leeches
and liquidated butter?
        the **** of all worth of ****
with the extending umbrella *****...
and... the business of ******* was not
to sell the frolicking ambitions of...
merely a 0.01% of the... base attentions
and wants of... the nymphomaniacs?

look at us... lowly... poorly equipped peasants...
bowing before a Elizabeth Bathory...
how feeble our needs to attain
to merely warmth... to counter the cold...
to merely hunger... to counter crumbs...
how feeble our wants...
oh my pardon oh my rotting mind...

               what sort of theatre would allow...
what we digest in private?
i'd love to see ***** be made more... public...
it doesn't need to be this solitary endeavour...
just like...
this revision of grammar by the transgender
lobby... gender neutral pronouns...
what about fwench? where nouns
cannot be: gender neutral?!
what... then?!
    a chair is a male...
whether or not a chair is male when a man
speaks about it...
or whether or not a chair is a female when
a woman speaks about it...

this... transgender communism or attempting
to revise grammar...
sorry... no... can you revise
1 + 1 = 2 instead?
i'd gladfly give up my prowess in arithmetic...
i... won't be, though...
so easily swayed off the throne
of grammar...

  this isn't even my ****** ingrained
language... it's acquired! why should i care what
the natives and their...
sacred siblings of the holocaust of sanctity
do with it?!
   watch me...

                here's me... gladly giving away
the reins!

             of the people: for... the people!
a true democracy... one voice lost among the many...
and the many... voices...
somehow focused upon that one...
lost in the wilderness... somehow...
for no reason... being heard...
i'd call 20+ a class dismissed...
which is what Pythagoras had...
hey-zeus' devil's dozen of 12: him included...

thinking big is beside the point
with what's apparent... when starting small...
i dismiss the value of large congregations
of people...
outright... nothing is ever said...
while everything else is merely overheard...
i want to measure the size of my foot:
i'm told to weigh my liver
and my moral quest!

even among poetry...
this language is so... formal...
there is null of a concern for a cipher...
everything is just so... "required"...
ignoble and numb...

it's hardly a rhomus: darlin'...
nor a pola dotted bohemia ****...
so what's it; dear honey ****-squeech-p'ooh?
oh... one of those...
daddy issues?
i have mommy issues:
never stopped me ******* ******
like a trojan cohort...
or the devil... with vampirism h.i.v. worms...

or a bit of the smiths calling me deaf...
whenever you started plasyinf 65days of static...
because... me and you and the romance
of radiohead's kid a...
anything: the bends... and the chissick wonderkid...
o.k. computer with windows '98...
but not... vanilla sky and kid alzheimer's...
type 0 negative...
                    
         i'll ask again: what's 70cl of whiskey
to a juggernaut?
                       a sly slip of the tongue...
a lick of this sort of concentration
of a waiting ice-cube... brother:
it better start melting!

                    in my head: there is a god...
but there's also an iron maiden...
i can't can't... oh yes i can...
make them into a matrimony!
   there's reaching the clasy of London
beneath half a meter of revised soil...
there are... these earthworms...
these phoneic brides akin to...
you cut one in half...
it pretends to be the dead:
the brain and the Brian that's all mouth...
to think... the digestion of sand breeds
the oesophagus that's waiting to be
blopd tinged...

       retards recovered: come treefingers...
or hugging... a birch tree...
as suggested by a... later than usual...
self-employed cabby... all from radiohead's kid A...
no... not from 65 days of static...
that sort of pristine retardation is
reserved for aliens and angels...

we do have to make it inclusive that...
margaret... cirko (35... pennsylvania)
is one of "us"... good god that sort of a "riddle"
with people having made it necessary to..
"opt out"...
god forbid living among such retardations
to be claiming the stature of faking
normies...

               waking: optimistic...
                here's to me later on bound
to limbo... and shy conversations about...
what's not to have shy conversastions of...
kept... cushioned and proud and...
sly and: workaholic.... insomiac...
but never... alcoholic enough to spawn...
the lost remains of the brute of silence...
the truth-sayer of the toothache...

this... best kept in german...
     diese taubheit...
           diese schattenlos mondlicht...
diese: gebet auf mitternacht!
                                      all this... under a shroud of english...
for... a... toothpick of german...
the zeppelin... and the blitz...
all... for the made thespian... pristine...
to sharpen the edges of hollywood...

      für einz! ich war auf zweck!

"misplaced" german... always the first...
even citing it...
fiddles with details of leather...
and boots, and belts...
and all those unconscious b.d.s.m. fetishes...
and long live evita... and argentina...
and fascists in brazil...
israel: the wall: palestine...
      
i love it! what's to be expected?!
a cosmopilitan... that's what!
*** and the city feminism...
pride on oats regret!
if i see anything less...
i won't be listening to ststic x's
black & white...
Mateuš Conrad Sep 2017
i do not mobilise the people,
i am: the people.
Mateuš Conrad Jun 2018
the divergent impetus of meaning,
solidified in phonetics,
and not,
                      linguistics...

it's not exactly an alexander dumas
shelf-space of
narration,
   but my maine ****,
castrated, male,
                  has an uncanny
need to snuggle against my legs
before i allow my drinking
pathos
to give give him the fake...

   listen...
        it's like a husky dog...
     a maine **** is like a husky dog...
you really want it to
sleep at night,
   in the open...
  ******* or sadistic
   given the chance of being
attacked by
foxes?
           bonsai tingers...
versus...
          scavengers?!
   which is why fox hunting
is like shooting
                retards pretend to
mobilise wheelchairs
at a firing range...
       the ******* talking about?!

essex cats and the subsequently
local foxes made a, pact...
i've seen it...
                   cats are safe...

buggy...
          ever wonder what a down syndrome
curiosity looks like,
  peeping-tomming you
down to the raw, root, and
                                numbing seed?

but i took pity on the 9kg ******...
    mingled with it on the bed,
then allowed it to sprint onto
the roof...
               watched it sit on it
for a good 10min...

         synchro. hell...
        one word was uttered:

        szukaj!

                            and the thing moved!
the synchro. ******* of:
well...
       that wasn't anything close
to being innate...

  what's the meaning
of the word?
          glad you asked...
   i've had a Hadean impression
to work with,
   my feline cerberus...
  
              seek!

            search!

         synonym of:              find!

plus the night canvas...
can't help but
thrill yourself
with an egoism + a hard-on
that doesn't require
an outlet composed
        of female genitals.

there's an 'oops'
             involved in all of this?
Yenson Aug 2022
Oh dear pure Aryan brother
you did not do this the stylish way
what you should have done, as we do down here
is
first you start borrowing money from that  f--king neighbour
but make sure you don't pay anything back
just say your giro hasn't come

then send your teenage daughters to the f--king neighbour
if he bites the bait
you're in the money, blackmail is good business
if he doesn't then more direct action is required
intimidate the f--king neighbour
leave racist leaflets outside his door, vandalize his car
then go for the jugular

dear Aryan bro, you burgle the f--king neighbour
at this point, he will protest, like yours did in the clip
once you've riled him into shouting back at you
you've nailed the f--king neighbour, bro
that's the cue to label him mad, Jekyll and Hyde, wife-beater
it sticks easily, we know they're easily prone to violence

Get the gang out, important this, get the gang out
we look after our own, they will sort out f--king neighbour
the gang will twist everything
slander, misinformation, harassment, intimidation, stalking
humiliation, career ruination, marital breakup, isolation
tell you dear Aryan bro, that f--ker will wish he was dead

Over here bro, we do things the covert ways
you don't go gun slinging deddiroo doo
see the heat you're getting now
here we mobilise, we even use his own against him
we make him the villain and discredit the f--k outta the f--ker
and even get his own kind to deal with him
just smile at them and pat them on the heads
or dangle one of our maidens in front of them, they can't resist
most are ruled by their *****

Listen bro, we're so clever, we Culturized Democracy
so don't be too ******* yourself
Next time contact us and leave things to us
that f--ker will not only be jobless, friendless and poor
he also will never f--k a woman ever again
and you know how crazy they are about that......


https://youtu.be/qqMW9pii-Y4
https://youtu.be/qqMW9pii-Y4
The plan is to get three million people to mobilise and then volunteer in the health sector which at the present time must class as a dangerous occupation.

Me:

Safe in bed and the rent's being paid
ain't misbehavin' and I ain't being laid
but I'm safe and secure and definitely sure
that I won't be volunteering for that.

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