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I was born out of my own bloodshed And it has made me strong
Poems
Venjencie Clifton Arnold
Oct 2018
"Omni, Do tell"
A sunless sun...
a cloudless cloud
are the same in one?
Dear Omni, without your help I fear that
I'm done!
Do tell or I wished I'd never met you from day one! ~Venjencie
Ven, venae toward the heart
How can I end what you have start?
Light and dark
each spinning round
Dear Ven, this, only once around
It starts
If you really knew me,
you wouldn't want to know me
at all.~Omni
Dear Omni, because I ink ****** words as a broken poet, We're blood from the same neck of the woods. Is a wingless bird free? If you end it then that's what I will be... a wingless bird that can never fly free. VenJencie
Omni Oct 6
If the woods be too high, climb down then fly. A flightless bird knows no envy. It too knows it is free. I, Omni do tell, only because I've seen it as well. Dear Venjencie, even the woods be broken, but still they grow.
-Omni
My dearest Omni, maybe you're my harmony,
So do tell something I need to know,
Will you disappear after I whisper my sin into your ear;
(whispering), I'm not devious but I'm very much envious,
For my beauty can never compare to the beautiful colored wings of others,
I fear the woods will cease to grow,
Then my very life will cease
...being wingless you know,
If the woods burn down,
Would you try to rescue me after I made my sin
of jealousy known? ~SacredInkedblood
©2018 Venjencie Arnold
Omni 5m
Only in flight, are we less, but no lesser than any until it is of the mind. I tell you, you soar! Your words take flight and maybe, just maybe, your words save me. Wings need no envy nor want of shame. They take flight in the heart and sail in the expanse of the brain. There are no borders for envy and jealousy for they will always be, and so too we. Your wings mightily open and quench the fires of the forest with a single and simple flutter. There is no need for rescue. Your sin, be it as mine own, is safe with me.
-Omni ©2018
"Omni, do tell"
2018©
Rights credited to Omni and Venjencie Arnold
A sunless sun...
a cloudless cloud
are the same in one?
Dear Omni, without your help I fear that
I'm done!
Do tell or I wished I'd never met you from day one! ~Venjencie
Ven, venae toward the heart
How can I end what you have start?
Light and dark
each spinning round
Dear Ven, this, only once around
It starts
If you really knew me,
you wouldn't want to know me
at all.~Omni
Dear Omni, because I ink ****** words as a broken poet, We're blood from the same neck of the woods. Is a wingless bird free? If you end it then that's what I will be... a wingless bird that can never fly free. VenJencie
Omni Oct 6
If the woods be too high, climb down then fly. A flightless bird knows no envy. It too knows it is free. I, Omni do tell, only because I've seen it as well. Dear Venjencie, even the woods be broken, but still they grow.
-Omni
My dearest Omni, maybe you're my harmony,
So do tell something I need to know,
Will you disappear after I whisper my sin into your ear;
(whispering), I'm not devious but I'm very much envious,
For my beauty can never compare to the beautiful colored wings of others,
I fear the woods will cease to grow,
Then my very life will cease
...being wingless you know,
If the woods burn down,
Would you try to rescue me after I made my sin
of jealousy known? ~SacredInkedblood
©2018 Venjencie Arnold
Omni 5m
Only in flight, are we less, but no lesser than any until it is of the mind. I tell you, you soar! Your words take flight and maybe, just maybe, your words save me. Wings need no envy nor want of shame. They take flight in the heart and sail in the expanse of the brain. There are no borders for envy and jealousy for they will always be, and so too we. Your wings mightily open and quench the fires of the forest with a single and simple flutter. There is no need for rescue. Your sin, be it as mine own, is safe with me.
-Omni ©2018
"Omni, do tell"
2018©
Rights credited to Omni and Venjencie Arnold
#Omni please do collaborate so that we can put together this one. Then we can each re-edit as one. Your credit will remain your copyright credit and for me and mine the same. I'm anxiously waiting for your reply in collaboration. Thanks, dear friend and writer. -Jencie
P.S. I'm still glad that I met you. That was added for drama.
P.S. I'm still glad that I met you. That was added for drama.
Mateuš Conrad
Feb 2017
i still feel that people are under-engrossed
in the simple statement they took to mean
rubric, and i took as me own, i.e.:
just... because... i sorta feel like it...
i really decided that
hollywood was a bit *******
and shallow, a bit dandy,
i mean: just a bit sad...
if you but a pistol against my
temple, i probably might feel something....
but hey! there comes a saving
repirsal...
i call them the alt-left
i.e. those who said: thanks for displacing
our great barrier reef
bound by eastern europe....
a billion chinese....
you chong that cha cha and later
spreak qua chi?
i evidently didn't want to be an exile,
i didn't want to be a patron saint
of exile... rotting in england...
that fertile ground of what's to come
in america...
all you get is my laughter:
when homosexuality just spelled
out: a right of opinion,
when homosexual forgot being artists
and instead started to gear i.v.f. children,
when all the waste came back
without an Eddy Gein to talk
giving the leather-face abstract...
very few of us could scale
such heights, yet the majority of us
became castrated by supposing we had to
do as the anti-analogue suggested:
oh sorry, too many words?
better me than the taxman checking
your bank-account...
how low can you go, seriously:
the i.v.f. / test-tube argument was spawned
by children living in mono-*** households....
i'm just watching the clock when they
start to fall off into the proclamation of rights:
America is funny, and i am prone to
laugh...
it's the argument you'll hear from
the science abuse of: those who can't reproduce,
and therefore raise no children...
not with a mannequin scientist telling
them: yes, you, can!
well, apparently they can...
two protons make a neutron akin
to an electron dynamic...
i can't help but see the fault with
the brain being the source of thinking...
i can't help thinking about it...
i could care to make the brain
the source of thought, and the delusions:
soul, god... had i found out that the brain
is as degenerate as a heart...
what, can you convince me with Alheimer's?
it's really there, was it ever only there?
i find claim to find the origin of thought
as solely brain-orientated...
and there you go off with your neuroscience
*******...
at least yoga teaches that
a person exists: meaning the whole body
is involved... not some itemisation part-counter-part...
i can't believe fat thinks,
and how the brain degenerates
by the verse of acne via protein equivalent
attacking it, when brain does what people
suggested: does the brain power,
compares the function of the brain to gym...
i.e. you can ever do
crosswords, and other "enigmas"
and easily escape the moral question....
yes, i've been to prostitutes...
but it's what i did with them that matters,
not that you suddenly think to be superior levitating
above me having gone through
3 marriages... feel superior now?
probably not...
i am really thinking
about piercing your gob and tugging it
into the pig-trough... so i can see you say
the words manure with oats....
boring, as ever...
snowflakes that never reach the construct of
a snowman...
where the donkey, and the carrot?
it's certainly not a carrot-donkey story
where one's imaginary and the other
is motivated...
i could have claimed homosexuals once,
even championed them...
about the same time
that art became boring, and they
decided to do the standard heterosexual
thing of starting families...
i got bored when one really became
the man, and the other really became a woman...
and there were kinds involved...
and there was no **** coercing the androgyny -
about the time when androgyny died...
when it became less and less confusing
and more cohort...
that's when i did the one best thing
i could ever do with res vanus -
i turned cogito = mars...
and yes, the concept of thought incorporated
into a deity from the ancient yore of
a polytheism emerged as: no gods really do...
because once you take to ennabling
a single god from the pantheon to thought
rather than being... you **** all the gods...
and each of the pantheon as alike in
thinking... huh?
we introduced no more than omni-
to the gods of the greeks...
we did the averse-Prometheus...
upon stealing fire from Olympus,
we dragged thought into Olympus...
prior to this: the concept of a thinking god
made no sense to be human...
it's only with a thinking god
or what's to be called, the basis of omni-
that we became, slightly dislodged...
a thinking god is the basis for a god
circumstanced out of the omni- prefix...
that's... that'sthe power of thought...
thus with a god capable of thought
i can be but an empty thinkg (res vanus) -
and whathever violence comes my way...
with whatever violence i'd like to translate
as arm, stone, throw... i'll keep contained
as merely violent thought...
nearing the telepathic adamancy...
but that means: a god... not a republic
of gods... which means a thinking god...
which means that i can't think if
there's an omni- suggestion of being...
meaning there's no evil genius or akin
given the cartesian res cogitans -
and how the brain as an ***** is prone
to be degenerate akin to kidney...
meaning that cogito ergo sum
isn't the right fact, just that res cogitans is...
i am empty, a thing of emptiness,
a res vanus, and i am impregnated by thought,
or by a pseudo-dasein... a being there:
that translates as rioting...
and all because
of the concept of a thinking god, and the prefix omni-.
man gave way to the prompt of
the gods not becoming non-existent,
but toward a prompt of merely thinking...
and now man questions why he is how he is,
and why he behaves as he behaves,
and why there's even a case to question
being as an antidote to non-being, yet nonetheless
seeing the thus: of abhorred content and
a much greater take on what's to be abhorred.
the omni- prefix concept only came
about when we decided that gods ought to think
after having acted like a pillaging Mongolian
horde akin to Zeus morphing into swans
to ******* **** a few demigods along the way...
the fact that there is a "god" with the given
omni- prefix standards...
wait a minute... i lost the plot!
over-stating the points included in this
statement over-and-over again won't work...
i already said what i wanted to say...
trying to clarify the points as simply as
1 + 1 = 2 will not really help...
i can't achieve a clarity of 1 + 1 = 2
no more than Kant could in his critique of pure reason...
it's language... you're writing a book...
if it was staged to a mathematical simplicity
as 5 + 7 = 12... then i'd simply write the zenith
as a + p + p + l + e = apple...
hiding behind a mathematical zenith
while writing out the Hades using directly
confrontational optics to sound symbols
rather than optics to thought symbols
will not help...
the next tier of language is exploration
beyond 1 - 9, i.e. Δ -
that's really the Pythagorean genesis...
they are bound to say delta...
and beyond a - z...
well: nothing you can exactly internalise...
fist, foot... stone... stuff of protests,
and farming a field of potatoes... donning
Lenin's goatee, while pretending to
play the violin, akin to fiddling with it
as a Rasputin might.
in the simple statement they took to mean
rubric, and i took as me own, i.e.:
just... because... i sorta feel like it...
i really decided that
hollywood was a bit *******
and shallow, a bit dandy,
i mean: just a bit sad...
if you but a pistol against my
temple, i probably might feel something....
but hey! there comes a saving
repirsal...
i call them the alt-left
i.e. those who said: thanks for displacing
our great barrier reef
bound by eastern europe....
a billion chinese....
you chong that cha cha and later
spreak qua chi?
i evidently didn't want to be an exile,
i didn't want to be a patron saint
of exile... rotting in england...
that fertile ground of what's to come
in america...
all you get is my laughter:
when homosexuality just spelled
out: a right of opinion,
when homosexual forgot being artists
and instead started to gear i.v.f. children,
when all the waste came back
without an Eddy Gein to talk
giving the leather-face abstract...
very few of us could scale
such heights, yet the majority of us
became castrated by supposing we had to
do as the anti-analogue suggested:
oh sorry, too many words?
better me than the taxman checking
your bank-account...
how low can you go, seriously:
the i.v.f. / test-tube argument was spawned
by children living in mono-*** households....
i'm just watching the clock when they
start to fall off into the proclamation of rights:
America is funny, and i am prone to
laugh...
it's the argument you'll hear from
the science abuse of: those who can't reproduce,
and therefore raise no children...
not with a mannequin scientist telling
them: yes, you, can!
well, apparently they can...
two protons make a neutron akin
to an electron dynamic...
i can't help but see the fault with
the brain being the source of thinking...
i can't help thinking about it...
i could care to make the brain
the source of thought, and the delusions:
soul, god... had i found out that the brain
is as degenerate as a heart...
what, can you convince me with Alheimer's?
it's really there, was it ever only there?
i find claim to find the origin of thought
as solely brain-orientated...
and there you go off with your neuroscience
*******...
at least yoga teaches that
a person exists: meaning the whole body
is involved... not some itemisation part-counter-part...
i can't believe fat thinks,
and how the brain degenerates
by the verse of acne via protein equivalent
attacking it, when brain does what people
suggested: does the brain power,
compares the function of the brain to gym...
i.e. you can ever do
crosswords, and other "enigmas"
and easily escape the moral question....
yes, i've been to prostitutes...
but it's what i did with them that matters,
not that you suddenly think to be superior levitating
above me having gone through
3 marriages... feel superior now?
probably not...
i am really thinking
about piercing your gob and tugging it
into the pig-trough... so i can see you say
the words manure with oats....
boring, as ever...
snowflakes that never reach the construct of
a snowman...
where the donkey, and the carrot?
it's certainly not a carrot-donkey story
where one's imaginary and the other
is motivated...
i could have claimed homosexuals once,
even championed them...
about the same time
that art became boring, and they
decided to do the standard heterosexual
thing of starting families...
i got bored when one really became
the man, and the other really became a woman...
and there were kinds involved...
and there was no **** coercing the androgyny -
about the time when androgyny died...
when it became less and less confusing
and more cohort...
that's when i did the one best thing
i could ever do with res vanus -
i turned cogito = mars...
and yes, the concept of thought incorporated
into a deity from the ancient yore of
a polytheism emerged as: no gods really do...
because once you take to ennabling
a single god from the pantheon to thought
rather than being... you **** all the gods...
and each of the pantheon as alike in
thinking... huh?
we introduced no more than omni-
to the gods of the greeks...
we did the averse-Prometheus...
upon stealing fire from Olympus,
we dragged thought into Olympus...
prior to this: the concept of a thinking god
made no sense to be human...
it's only with a thinking god
or what's to be called, the basis of omni-
that we became, slightly dislodged...
a thinking god is the basis for a god
circumstanced out of the omni- prefix...
that's... that'sthe power of thought...
thus with a god capable of thought
i can be but an empty thinkg (res vanus) -
and whathever violence comes my way...
with whatever violence i'd like to translate
as arm, stone, throw... i'll keep contained
as merely violent thought...
nearing the telepathic adamancy...
but that means: a god... not a republic
of gods... which means a thinking god...
which means that i can't think if
there's an omni- suggestion of being...
meaning there's no evil genius or akin
given the cartesian res cogitans -
and how the brain as an ***** is prone
to be degenerate akin to kidney...
meaning that cogito ergo sum
isn't the right fact, just that res cogitans is...
i am empty, a thing of emptiness,
a res vanus, and i am impregnated by thought,
or by a pseudo-dasein... a being there:
that translates as rioting...
and all because
of the concept of a thinking god, and the prefix omni-.
man gave way to the prompt of
the gods not becoming non-existent,
but toward a prompt of merely thinking...
and now man questions why he is how he is,
and why he behaves as he behaves,
and why there's even a case to question
being as an antidote to non-being, yet nonetheless
seeing the thus: of abhorred content and
a much greater take on what's to be abhorred.
the omni- prefix concept only came
about when we decided that gods ought to think
after having acted like a pillaging Mongolian
horde akin to Zeus morphing into swans
to ******* **** a few demigods along the way...
the fact that there is a "god" with the given
omni- prefix standards...
wait a minute... i lost the plot!
over-stating the points included in this
statement over-and-over again won't work...
i already said what i wanted to say...
trying to clarify the points as simply as
1 + 1 = 2 will not really help...
i can't achieve a clarity of 1 + 1 = 2
no more than Kant could in his critique of pure reason...
it's language... you're writing a book...
if it was staged to a mathematical simplicity
as 5 + 7 = 12... then i'd simply write the zenith
as a + p + p + l + e = apple...
hiding behind a mathematical zenith
while writing out the Hades using directly
confrontational optics to sound symbols
rather than optics to thought symbols
will not help...
the next tier of language is exploration
beyond 1 - 9, i.e. Δ -
that's really the Pythagorean genesis...
they are bound to say delta...
and beyond a - z...
well: nothing you can exactly internalise...
fist, foot... stone... stuff of protests,
and farming a field of potatoes... donning
Lenin's goatee, while pretending to
play the violin, akin to fiddling with it
as a Rasputin might.
Mateuš Conrad
Apr 2017
.how does philosophy and psychology differ? well. psychology was spawned from having to focus on the "need" of a "learning" for writing: speak comes easy, writing, not so much. psychology is so easily spoken, philosophy isn't, philosophy is like a child talking to an adult when psychology / sophistry comes into play /
refrain... how do i rephrase this statement?
ah! philosophy is like a child talking to a child...
psychology is like an adult talking to a child...
psychology is a supertition of knowledge...
philosophy? a fear of knowledge.
knowledge does not make happy people,
or gullible talkative types, either.
... the birth of psychology contra philosophy... the when sophia over-powered the philosophers with too many observation cues... maxims and aphorisms... la rochefoucauld & nietzsche... it began with a dialogue, it maintained itself in a solipsistic monologue... it ended up as advertisement slogans: maxims and aphorisms.... cute observations: seen, "seen" but never tested... i've seen the ugly side of psychology... it's psychiatry... the big pharma carousel and slurred sedative spreschen... try getting a slurred sedative spreschen out of me... i'll sock you... i'm this: )( close to the itch of throwing a punch, i almost forgot what implies: peace... me dancing on old college's (edinburgh) roof while listening to: the shins, new slang... that was peace...
that was me: rooftop, night, moon,
and the lingo of limbs floating freely off my torso
and at the same attached to it...
i once cared about a "double" chin...
i grew a beard,
stopped worrying about: when will i learn
the violin... fiddled with my beard
for a while and figured: not now,
not ever...
much much more gracious
than fiddling with ***** hair...
after all: a beard is very much akin
to ***** hair...
jordan peterson and the old testament...
right...
if ever a cain...
siberia looks like the ideal prison...
after all god said, or "said": let him walk off his sins...
hard to walk off your sins when caged...
siberia? perfect training ground...
all that ******* being sold, cain? a vegetarian...
abel? sacrificed animal flesh...
paradox... so... god... expected us...
to remain hunter gatherers?!
cain was thinking ahead!
he sacrificed fruits and veg. and...
cain was like: we better start thinking about
morphing into an agricultural society!
god praised abel, the neanderthal hunter gatherer...
cain was like: but look! look! wheat! bread!
we can feed more people!
god said: hunter gatherer! abel! win win!
cain paid homage to god
via fruit & veg...
abel... via kosher blood sacrifices...
now... either i'm just plain stupid...
or god is a really bad fiction....
written up by circumcised men
who never learned to *******:
since: the obvious impediment restriction...
cain was a veggie... abel sacrificed animals...
mea culpa somnum... send this whole
died on the cross
ergo saved ergo ergo
my fault ******* to sleep... i'm tired of this mantra
like an eskimo is bored of ice...
i'm bored of listening to semitic proverbs...
i'm bored of their rubrics...
their: "fate-warnings",
their superstitions... a semite will forever remain
a semite for me: kippah-***-tonsure...
or a camel-jockey brigade... lucky them they settled
on a once grand mountain range
of Sahara that was the bed for oil...
oh look! wow! i can think for myself!
wonderful...
which is what i always thought
would become reality...
i'd watch a video...
not comment,
and write a rebuttal...
which would fall on deaf ears...
or that sacred minority report...
i'll face it if you face it:
the monotheistic god of the semites...
is as ridiculous
as the poloytheism of the pagans...
the monotheistic god of the semites
is just too... pristine...
give too many omni- prefixes
to a being and he becomes, boring...
like superman...
and to still preserve intellectual
integrity within the ontological omni-
zoo?
hey! feel free!
i much prefer to believe in a "god"
of a limited circumstance...
as the will of creation? sure: omni- etc.,
but as a spectator in the back of the minds
of the "created"? cameo presence...
hence not omni- etc.,
after all: free will is free will...
and it requires no divine intervention
in order for it to be proved...
however bad it happens to be upon
embodiment...
god was never a source of intervention...
the jews begged prayed lampooned for
that sort of god...
did it fare them well? i don't think so...
god was always a cameo for me...
something i could rely on...
in terms of finding my grand jurisprudence
libra... when the human sense of justice
would disintegrate...
and i'd be met with the west saxon mantra
of: innocent until proven guilty...
or a jimmy saville...
i was wronged,
no one will believe me,
fair enough...
at least i've found some source
of compensation,
for the time being,
before i believe: not to be reunited
with the dead loved ones...
but before i believe to stand
in the grand court of judgement...
with king Solomon as the prosecutor.
do what the english language does, it uses
hyphens to create compounds... just do this:
object-object...
would i **** it? depends on the follow-ups
that constrict the two-way "system"
of re-appropriation
with the german language...
it really is the new: north south east west
"copernican" discussion...
the **** am i supposed to do
(as a male) with an object
that's not object=object... because it isn't...
or object≠object: well? because it
clearly isn't...
****, bro?
can i get a hotdog instead?
yeah yeah, extra onions on top...
but write it out in
that natural **** schizoi fashion
as post-german compounds... hyphenated,
but instead include the following variations...
and put them up for a narcissus inspection
and ask: are they chiral?
stress-free is a compound word...
but it's easier with an object-object
compound... 'cos' then you can **** around with
object-object... object=object...
object≠object...
object~object...
object≈object...
and object≡object...
it's close proximity, i gather, so it's hard to
orientate yourself as you might with 1 + 1 = 2...
but it's in english, and english is
prone to try and forget the norman conquest
and rekindle itself as: with a germanic origin,
and all that custard that modern german
looks like: i'd be sooner wearing sun-glasses than
actual optic magnifiers if i was found
reading german krupahunddoughchew...
or the likes of this fake example.
true transgender? it happens in the ≡ category...
the binary...
it means: even though you're male
and can't fulfil the female role of a reproductive
****** capacity... i'd still *******...
joke's on me...
but otherwise? apart from the starting point
in the english language...
the hyphen and compounding words
as is the "vogue" standard...
so working from object-object...
and then including the stated variations
of a dualistic **** by dichotomy...
ah man... i'm just talking about
how english is trying to resurrect its saxon
ancestors... what with creating these hyphenated
words... you're going to shove some
other mathematical symbol in between
the two stated words and think of
some grander schematics...
the death of the university coincided with
the death of the asylum...
evidently 2 + 2 does equal 4...
but it's still a case of working
from object-object...
object/subject-subject/object?
north, east, west, south...
what the ****?!
we have modern neanderthals
roaming this place, and they're faking
the status **** sapiens... that the hell can
evolve from that?
clear and bite-sized truth acknowledgement:
we're **** schizoi... split brained...
we've reached a stage where
we're not modelled by a multiplication impetus,
but an obelus impetus (÷)...
western society figured...
as **** similis: we have a billion chinese and
a billion blue indians of the raj...
why should we be bothered?
isn't that the case of what's happening?
unearthing the nag hammadi library
and the whole transgender movement?
oi! where's the vatican! get those cardinals off their *****!
white, red, purple, black.
pope, cardinal, bishop... priest...
sure sure... brown.... monks.
but we're losing a fight against neanderthal islam...
come your hungry, your oppressed...
your first cousin ******* retards.
i know i'm taunting,
i'm taunting with a reason: neanderthal islam....
so much for history and gloating about it
citing the ottomans; thing is... i have lost the ability
to fear death... i'm actually teasing it, more and more,
day after day, after yet another day...
it's a bit like the reverse process of
castration... i'm feeling up pigs' genitals, saying:
oh look! this porky can sign in #A!
quick! to the castrato oink corp!
yep... etymology... the alternative to reading
history.
refrain... how do i rephrase this statement?
ah! philosophy is like a child talking to a child...
psychology is like an adult talking to a child...
psychology is a supertition of knowledge...
philosophy? a fear of knowledge.
knowledge does not make happy people,
or gullible talkative types, either.
... the birth of psychology contra philosophy... the when sophia over-powered the philosophers with too many observation cues... maxims and aphorisms... la rochefoucauld & nietzsche... it began with a dialogue, it maintained itself in a solipsistic monologue... it ended up as advertisement slogans: maxims and aphorisms.... cute observations: seen, "seen" but never tested... i've seen the ugly side of psychology... it's psychiatry... the big pharma carousel and slurred sedative spreschen... try getting a slurred sedative spreschen out of me... i'll sock you... i'm this: )( close to the itch of throwing a punch, i almost forgot what implies: peace... me dancing on old college's (edinburgh) roof while listening to: the shins, new slang... that was peace...
that was me: rooftop, night, moon,
and the lingo of limbs floating freely off my torso
and at the same attached to it...
i once cared about a "double" chin...
i grew a beard,
stopped worrying about: when will i learn
the violin... fiddled with my beard
for a while and figured: not now,
not ever...
much much more gracious
than fiddling with ***** hair...
after all: a beard is very much akin
to ***** hair...
jordan peterson and the old testament...
right...
if ever a cain...
siberia looks like the ideal prison...
after all god said, or "said": let him walk off his sins...
hard to walk off your sins when caged...
siberia? perfect training ground...
all that ******* being sold, cain? a vegetarian...
abel? sacrificed animal flesh...
paradox... so... god... expected us...
to remain hunter gatherers?!
cain was thinking ahead!
he sacrificed fruits and veg. and...
cain was like: we better start thinking about
morphing into an agricultural society!
god praised abel, the neanderthal hunter gatherer...
cain was like: but look! look! wheat! bread!
we can feed more people!
god said: hunter gatherer! abel! win win!
cain paid homage to god
via fruit & veg...
abel... via kosher blood sacrifices...
now... either i'm just plain stupid...
or god is a really bad fiction....
written up by circumcised men
who never learned to *******:
since: the obvious impediment restriction...
cain was a veggie... abel sacrificed animals...
mea culpa somnum... send this whole
died on the cross
ergo saved ergo ergo
my fault ******* to sleep... i'm tired of this mantra
like an eskimo is bored of ice...
i'm bored of listening to semitic proverbs...
i'm bored of their rubrics...
their: "fate-warnings",
their superstitions... a semite will forever remain
a semite for me: kippah-***-tonsure...
or a camel-jockey brigade... lucky them they settled
on a once grand mountain range
of Sahara that was the bed for oil...
oh look! wow! i can think for myself!
wonderful...
which is what i always thought
would become reality...
i'd watch a video...
not comment,
and write a rebuttal...
which would fall on deaf ears...
or that sacred minority report...
i'll face it if you face it:
the monotheistic god of the semites...
is as ridiculous
as the poloytheism of the pagans...
the monotheistic god of the semites
is just too... pristine...
give too many omni- prefixes
to a being and he becomes, boring...
like superman...
and to still preserve intellectual
integrity within the ontological omni-
zoo?
hey! feel free!
i much prefer to believe in a "god"
of a limited circumstance...
as the will of creation? sure: omni- etc.,
but as a spectator in the back of the minds
of the "created"? cameo presence...
hence not omni- etc.,
after all: free will is free will...
and it requires no divine intervention
in order for it to be proved...
however bad it happens to be upon
embodiment...
god was never a source of intervention...
the jews begged prayed lampooned for
that sort of god...
did it fare them well? i don't think so...
god was always a cameo for me...
something i could rely on...
in terms of finding my grand jurisprudence
libra... when the human sense of justice
would disintegrate...
and i'd be met with the west saxon mantra
of: innocent until proven guilty...
or a jimmy saville...
i was wronged,
no one will believe me,
fair enough...
at least i've found some source
of compensation,
for the time being,
before i believe: not to be reunited
with the dead loved ones...
but before i believe to stand
in the grand court of judgement...
with king Solomon as the prosecutor.
do what the english language does, it uses
hyphens to create compounds... just do this:
object-object...
would i **** it? depends on the follow-ups
that constrict the two-way "system"
of re-appropriation
with the german language...
it really is the new: north south east west
"copernican" discussion...
the **** am i supposed to do
(as a male) with an object
that's not object=object... because it isn't...
or object≠object: well? because it
clearly isn't...
****, bro?
can i get a hotdog instead?
yeah yeah, extra onions on top...
but write it out in
that natural **** schizoi fashion
as post-german compounds... hyphenated,
but instead include the following variations...
and put them up for a narcissus inspection
and ask: are they chiral?
stress-free is a compound word...
but it's easier with an object-object
compound... 'cos' then you can **** around with
object-object... object=object...
object≠object...
object~object...
object≈object...
and object≡object...
it's close proximity, i gather, so it's hard to
orientate yourself as you might with 1 + 1 = 2...
but it's in english, and english is
prone to try and forget the norman conquest
and rekindle itself as: with a germanic origin,
and all that custard that modern german
looks like: i'd be sooner wearing sun-glasses than
actual optic magnifiers if i was found
reading german krupahunddoughchew...
or the likes of this fake example.
true transgender? it happens in the ≡ category...
the binary...
it means: even though you're male
and can't fulfil the female role of a reproductive
****** capacity... i'd still *******...
joke's on me...
but otherwise? apart from the starting point
in the english language...
the hyphen and compounding words
as is the "vogue" standard...
so working from object-object...
and then including the stated variations
of a dualistic **** by dichotomy...
ah man... i'm just talking about
how english is trying to resurrect its saxon
ancestors... what with creating these hyphenated
words... you're going to shove some
other mathematical symbol in between
the two stated words and think of
some grander schematics...
the death of the university coincided with
the death of the asylum...
evidently 2 + 2 does equal 4...
but it's still a case of working
from object-object...
object/subject-subject/object?
north, east, west, south...
what the ****?!
we have modern neanderthals
roaming this place, and they're faking
the status **** sapiens... that the hell can
evolve from that?
clear and bite-sized truth acknowledgement:
we're **** schizoi... split brained...
we've reached a stage where
we're not modelled by a multiplication impetus,
but an obelus impetus (÷)...
western society figured...
as **** similis: we have a billion chinese and
a billion blue indians of the raj...
why should we be bothered?
isn't that the case of what's happening?
unearthing the nag hammadi library
and the whole transgender movement?
oi! where's the vatican! get those cardinals off their *****!
white, red, purple, black.
pope, cardinal, bishop... priest...
sure sure... brown.... monks.
but we're losing a fight against neanderthal islam...
come your hungry, your oppressed...
your first cousin ******* retards.
i know i'm taunting,
i'm taunting with a reason: neanderthal islam....
so much for history and gloating about it
citing the ottomans; thing is... i have lost the ability
to fear death... i'm actually teasing it, more and more,
day after day, after yet another day...
it's a bit like the reverse process of
castration... i'm feeling up pigs' genitals, saying:
oh look! this porky can sign in #A!
quick! to the castrato oink corp!
yep... etymology... the alternative to reading
history.