based on a you-tube video: milo yiannopoulos vs. hysterical feminists; 1 17 2016.
i've never hard long relationships,
the last one i had was a long long time ago,
she said: i enjoy pain -
maybe - but i did also:
i unsheathed my ***** and put on
a c-ring on my helmet:
yes, circumcision does ease
the florals of afro lips
and you find the cut off skin
in the ******* all the more appealing
all the more necessary to fight for,
oh wait: or so you thought.
hijab blah blah: take away from man
and we're constantly in feminine mourning:
akin to Darwinism's motto:
there's a reason for everything; everything!
and there is! that's the universal suggestion,
adapt, create a reason for such adaptation -
god in mind (without prayer and laments
at funerals or judges' commentary) -
ha ha how about we make Poles the
scapegoats, ******?
well: now i really feel special,
are we supposed to say: yes good lord,
aye aye sir, kiss the ******* of Brooklyn
queens?
but you know what's funny...
bird songs...
birds have an aesthete -
sure, they **** me off when spring comes
and the window is open and it
starts to feel like Africa at noon (i admire
the colonial powers of England:
how did they manage all this ****** heat?!) -
i'd spend a day there and then say:
**** it, get me back to the Scandinavian
refrigerator, can't stand this, ******, heat!
look at me: piglet albino!
some say white some say
black, some say auburn some say chocolate
some say emerald, some say copper,
some say pink, some say piglet -
some say 'you squinting, or something?'
try: white boy does a Buddha on marijuana -
people think Buddha is ******...
****** racists...
one Czech who travelled to Mongolia
told me a secret: the Mongolians don't like
marijuana -
the Czech? met him at U.C.L.,
called Jacob - oh sure, grand guy,
so if you suddenly interpret
Buddha as ******, get serious:
look looky at the squint -
then on the page the cipher: renmimbi
and 100 yen -
tugged by a ******* yack.
****** complex but then in Latin
simplicity:
chow mein -
or chewed a rubber tire and hence came
locomotion: a jaw in a pickle jar,
at every cannibalistic gathering of connoisseurs;
burying my great-grandmother i was
attacked for my expression of guilt:
when the priest started his litany i started
laughing... laughing a funeral, ha!
but it's this you-tube (hyphenation does not
exist in logos - anti plural, hmm:
or to use shorthand off words, i.e. images
to convey less wording and optical adventure
on the sly: hyphen! here boy! tear these
superstitions apart: like in the medieval
period charms and spells and Merlin,
so too the Mc and the i-) -
but enough about the funeral, that video i
referenced first:
a throng of crows sounds more
beautiful than humanity talking over each other...
it just hit me! like a bulldozer -
we are actually so divergent from a unifying
causality, having conquered all natural
predatory forces, that when we're actually
accountable for being collected and told to
say freely what we want, we sound so
****** disgusting - i listened to this video
until i heard that a 10 second silence was required...
the same we give to those who passed
in war: that's the difference between Western
Europe and Eastern Europe:
the division lies with the idea of remembering:
western europe has the first world war covered,
eastern europe has the second world war covered -
hence the ****** poppy parade;
and how could i completely integrate into
such a society? what, be fake? relinquish my
bilingual ontology and hollow out, ethnically
cleanse myself? sure, i speak the tongue:
but i treat English as rooted in all things Germanic,
given my baptismal name: Conrad - hell, what
could possibly go wrong.
i, will, not, assimilate, into, this, *******,
culture, like, some, ******.
end off!
it would mean: oh you're be happy here,
but forget the 8 years you spent in Poland and
developed a psyche -
i hate it when people force a soul on people
without the capacity to develop it...
******* freak saints with their autistic children:
if the thing in question is unresponsive
toward developing the mere notion of a soul /
a self: why does the church implement this
****** sin against abortion? if i were an agony uncle
i'd tell the girl: think about that scene in
the film Prometheus (2012)...
i don't get how something that can't even
create the mere idea of a soul actually have a soul...
limited instinct, sure: but a soul?
hence Santa Clause: or where all innocent
idiots go - provided by Satan's Clause, which in
jurisprudence suggests Disney as the patriarch.
still, with so many eloquent minds about
in history and as in now,
put them together and they sound so ****** ugly:
humanity can create the abundant leaning tower
of Pisa (or let's just call it the ρoμbυs of Pisa) -
we can't recreate a congregation of sparrows' song
nor a lion's roar in a **** way: like grrr -
what i said above?
we have the power of the atom bomb, and we
decided to champion science, but in the case of
application? we're lazy! we create these sadomasochistic
saints who never bothered to do research into
what might happen - shoot me,
if we exclude the mere notion of god
and do as Marquis de Sade did and champion nature
(who, by the way, was actually a militant atheist)
we can't avoid the economic barbarity of nature:
it's inherent cruelty -
and this is the modern curse
of outrightly censoring a certain part of human
history as if "it didn't happen".
it did happen, no wonder i have a plot of land
near Cracow reserved for Jew snow (ashes) -
it's almost as if to say: because the black plague
didn't happen in the region: here's the holocaust!
and you'd think this might bring me closer
together with an Egyptian... n'ah.
as i once said - *oni pyramidy, a my kominy
they the pyramids, we the chimneys.
maybe the Yiddish evolved in Germany
had something against the Polish Jews?
maybe...
who knows...
civil wars are known to happen -
maybe that was a subversive version of a civil war,
given that Israel didn't exist, you could have
the Jews of Manhattan ******* at the Moscow
Jews and it all became expressed in Poland...
they did have a saying, those Polish Jews
back when the money was there -
nasze kamienice, wasze ulice
(our houses, your streets) -
as my grandfather used to say:
they fought the war with the rifles bent,
shooting into the sky or into their foreheads
like any Jehovah's witness stance to war was deemed
appropriate to join the cult.
now i can say, kinda proudly,
sure, your houses our streets -
nasze szubienice (our gallows):
or was the free Palestine movement slowly
dying? all i know that by the time
we reach 2099 - things will look drastically anti
1999 with that party culture -
someone just decided to cut off the *******
of a great poker player - America is these days
castrato - Castrato America! Castrato America!
they blame immigration, i blame them
bribing "saint" John Paul II for ******* displacing
me...
i lived in a city where there was
more than just football taking place: water-polo
for ****'s sake! my father played it!
Olympic diversity: not this inbreeding
****** of sport coverage:
television, a.k.a. the box? more like a zoo cell.
the busy market place where i was born?
just banks, no shops, just banks.
they tell you **** on the internet isn't real:
then t.v. is desperate,
and no teenager commits suicide from a weak
grammatical membrane to invert naked words
into clothed words: red (noun) etc.
and let me add: where are the editors in this place
and are any necessary? no -
what's troubling to the west / capitalism is how
socialism has resurfaced -
it's not called social media for nothing -
sure the model is capitalising on opinions and conversation,
but how ugly this socialism now looks;
my grandfather? he's living in a safety net
of actually having a pension -
he retired more than 10 years ago,
way prior to reaching 70...
this is Poland, the so-called "acid satellite"
states of the Soviets...
where the **** will your old be with "sir" philip
green and the 0-hours contract?
nowhere!
oh i would go back: had i not lived here most of
my life and built a greater capacity for the language
beyond a large majority of natives:
oh look, here comes the Rotherham Pocahontas.