i tried to assimilate, oh wait, i did, and i speak better native sprechen than the actual natives, and for that? you get the boot, because some camel jockey egyptian mongrel mixed with iranian blood gets the better of you... i guess the "natives" were fans of the eastern european *******, but not the eastern european males, **** it, i'm coming for the ride; can just see the ****** shouting: ooh ooh! their male counterparts are a'coming! and next thing you know, i'll be asking you to play the ******* banjo, with a toothpick!*
and it was always going to be torrential rain,
suspended in a prelude crescendo
of soulfly's song prophecy...
oh all the hoes come from eastern europe,
just like all didlo moulds come from africa,
gotta perfect that "pleasing of the white
******* honey cougar in plastic too, yo, bro..."
black people don't speak the current
lexicon, they are hyper-evolutionary
with their slang impromptus,
gets annoying after a while,
when you stop keeping track of their
ghettosprechen...
******* could have said custard,
meant margarine, but i'd still think of
jungle...
ghetto *****, get-a-go!
next time you mention all women of
eastern europe as ******, i'll mention
you in my charcoal wish-yo-were-edible
roasts... **** me... i'd prefer eating a leg
of lamb than a ******; shank.
oh, the word offends you,
but doesn't offend you in a rap limerick?
i.e. ***** ***** bab bab *****?
black people invent too much slang,
too much degenerate use of language,
i try to keep it straight and universal,
off the orangutans go, talking orange is
the new black...
i still find it hard to fathom
darwinism, who would be mad to begin
in africa, and end up in the arctic circle,
and no china?! common origins *******...
tried looking for an eskimo in china,
all i found was, a ******* icecube!
post-existentialism does exists,
it exists in the form of anglo-existentialism,
i.e. a darwinistic blackmailing...
21st century existentialism is blackmail,
plain dumb & simple...
and yes, i have a girlfriend, i call her...
sophia...
and nietzsche was right:
the ugliest of the ugliest? atheists,
intellectually speaking.
and why would you ever consider
the pristine sophia / ****** mary if not considering
aspasia, phryne, rahab, theodora,
to counter philosophy,
why not craft a:
philospasy, a philophryny,
a philorahabu, a philothedorum?
guess what, of the most famous prostitutes,
the contestants are philorahabu,
and philothedorum,
and all are famous prostitutes;
then the pristine sophia, my "girlfriend";
philosophy has a deity, that although
deemed pristine, has been touched by
many hands, and many strangleholds of ego,
time to turn this princess into a *****;
and the ones that visited a *******,
will look at those that haven't with curious
eyes.
let's not forget the siamese twin prostitutes
safa & marwa, and the matriarch
and true founder of islam ha-gar -
the concubine of abraham,
that ******* mother of islam.... hagar...
you really think men invented the islamic
attire for women?
who's at the chanel catwalk,
straight men, or gays and women?
you blame anyone, you blame: hagar...
running between the mounts safa & marwa...
islam, that totalitarian reinvention of
"repentant" / "revised" mode of prostitution...
and as i once overheard an englishman speak,
the niqab? satan's postbox.
- the craft began with treating the world as
solely inanimate, to make it as inanimate as
possible, and interact in it,
as the sole animate agent, obviously with
the obvious hurdles of animate expressions,
nonetheless, these expressions being
outside the vicinity of integrated animate
actors, working around in inanimate surroundings,
conclusively,
the "supposed" animate expression regain
their inanimate stratum by a repeatedly
predictable observation of
a prior re similis ad infinitum
(prior to, again, similar toward infinity).
the point was always to make the world
as inanimate as possible,
collecting books is a starter,
collecting cooking utensils another,
the point being, to surround yourself with as
much inanimate reality, as to prove yourself
the animate, the "actor"...
or more expressively: the puppeteer...
it still bothers me, grinding two prefixes...
the penta- vs. the tetra-...
why? well, we are embodied with five sense,
but there are only four elements...
vision
audition
gustation yes, but there's only
olfaction
somatosensation
air, fire, earth, water...
this is almost gagging a schematic,
we can see fire, earth and water,
we can hear fire, air, water and earth,
we can taste...
we can smell fire, air, water, earth,
we can touch fire, water, earth...
this, by the way is crude...
and is limited by not adding particular
observations...
but the ratio 5:4 is in place, akin to
the mad hatter's 10/6 = 0.666...
and that missing one is: ad infinitum,
might as well call it the lazy eight with 4:5...
since the elements came prior to the senses.
i'm guessing the "fifth element" to compliment
the five senses is a far greater posit than
a sixth sense, in that, this "fifth element"
is a plagiarism of kierkegaard,
i.e. the "changelessness of god",
namely the eternally immovable object,
an object of constantly perpetuated friction,
so stationary that it moves all things,
which also precipitates into an eternally
recurrent subject matter,
immovable, ergo, inexhaustible.
- and i will die believing that anglo-existentialism
is an argument from the perspective
of blackmail, esp. since it's overtly-repetitive
and unoriginal,
and if the english found continental
existentialism boring, a continental european
like myself, will find some hidden interest
in this "boring" artefact of time,
but nothing can redeem repetition,
not even a boring artefact of writing,
since when reading a boring "effort" of
writing, you can actually wake up,
and yawn...
but when the same "effort" is repetitive,
you never get a chance to yawn,
you're still asleep, "apparently" enthralled.
- and to give a conclusion...
if an irishman thinks you write akin to
the psychiatric slang of "word salad",
ask him if he has read any james joyce,
if the answer is no, and he replies that he prefers
video game narratives, and has ambitions of
writing a book citing the cliche moonlight sonata
of beethoven... it's one of those times
you can't even laugh, internally, or externally.
- eventuality vs. actuality -
whereby actuality is a reactionary stance
that drags past events into present and future
events...
whereby eventuality is a liberal stance
that drags past events into a wall,
the present into a status quo,
and the future into a snooze button phase
of a clockwork orange.
- no, i don't like this darwinistic blackmail of
continental existentialism,
this monochromatic monolith...
- better start calling philosophy by its proper name,
philorahabu / philothedorum
(were not underlined on the pixel canvas,
thereby bypassing the oxford dictionary panel
for nuo-verbum acceptance) -
keep that ****** of yours sophia
in a cage, because your thinking,
like your body, will become contaminated;
but one thing is for sure,
that concubine hagar running between
safa & marwa looking for water...
can't imagine any other grander matriarch...
a reformed *** slave, who gave birth
to the niqab...
i really can't imagine jannah
that way... i think it looks like:
1 man + 72 prostitutes,
and 1 woman + 3 holes stuffed.