i bid today a fond farewell, as i await a faring tomorrow, the start of a new football season ought to be grand, since Craven Cottage finally opens up its Thames Side stand and Liverpool are visiting... i bid today a fond farewell... it was such a pleasure: to this day... making my finest ice-cream, dark chocolate chip mint ice-cream... watering the garden in the dusk in the farewell... defrosting the refrigerator... cleaning the house... going for a truly mad cycling session... and just before i land in the land of nod... a session with my favourite woman: ms. amber (that's whiskey) and some neo-folk Deutsche music... Faun's 2022 recent entry: Tamlin...
von gott! those splendid Italians have had their ways
justified for so long...
even now... eben jetzt: their graves speak
like people walking, casually...
that emblem that's poem 19 from
Ovid's second book of the Erotica
is by far the most revealing:
how little have people changed...
how little is there to change in people!
the same pompousness of Pompeii!
the same belief in invulnerability!
like some monotheistic omni-this
omni-that deity!
yet still reduced to petty squabbles!
reduced to haggling in a market-place!
still: man makes life of other more difficult:
more difficult than an earthquake or a flood...
man makes fellow man's life a burden...
how we lift the lazy and easily corruptible:
and the inconsistent and the alienating
and inefficient... and on top of that?!
the ******* priesthood and now the secular
priesthood that's bureaucracy...
in Poland there's a saying that hovers above
the "joke" arbeit macht frei:
człowiek człowiekowi zgotował ten los...
(man unto man cooked up this fate)
how much we suffer from the deeds of other men
through their jealous incompetence...
how much is enough until enough is too much?!
why do the able men go chasing tornados
instead of entertaining their time as well
spent among nincompoops?
a man would rather dare the unthinkable
than "think" among idiots!
and this travels all across the social hierarchy...
both rich and poor can be id-est-"ego"...
and am i supposed to celebrate myself
by counter: bemoaning the state of affairs?
hardly... come and go...
by the release bound to the eternal marriage
of mortals to that bride that's death...
i honestly can't wait for tomorrow's early morning
commute from Romford Station to Putney Bridge...
and then a day later:
watching the open season of West Ham
opening up its gates to Manchester City
arriving... just enough months of this crap...
this crap i love while grinding my teeth...
about to look for a position as a primary school
teacher... i'd love to mould these BAMBINOS...
these BOBASES into something before their arrive
at the cocktail of pedagogy...
more propaganda than biology...
that sort of thing...
and probably unlike an old single woman...
i'd sneak away to the brothel from time to time:
to water / feed my shadow...
mind you: i'm too ****** to have children of my own...
but i wouldn't grammatically **** anyone's
child up...
just a happenstance thought experiment:
like... it was "happenstance" that Leibniz's ambitions
only left him with a position of a librarian...
i'd choose the Leibniz route each and
every time than the route taken by Newton...
the smaller the life the smaller the heart...
the smaller the heart: the greater the vision...
there's only so much of "up"...
before... everything riddles you: "down"...
ought i be an engineer?
ought i be...
in the ***** of the patriarch Abraham
i figured out: i might have a brood of my own!
thoughts countering thoughts:
thoughts that obstruct thinking...
but then what else can i pass?
beside the brute strength genetics that
Darwinism stresses but reality denies?
people don't obey nature!
no they don't... you can try to explain
human ontology within the confines of
Darwinism: you won't!
i've seen it fail countless of times!
people are anti-nature...
that's why you have weathercasts!
the ancients knew of the similarity
of man to ape... they weren't ignorant
of the fact...
but they chose to supress this fact...
and let the poets sweet-tongue analogies
toward the heights: the skies... the birds...
peacocks and swans...
not some... chipmunks throwing ****...
i like thinking about the beauty of children...
i know where my sexuality is placed...
in women older then me...
matured...
i couldn't possibly touch anything
premature... except for..
ooh! a green tomato salad!
that's something else!
the bulging thighs and ****...
i forget a lot of things when the right
combination comes into play...
then again: that rarely happens...
what's preview is hardly every viewed...
not for the most of us...
happier thinking about children...
happier thinking about music...
happier about 6am mornings...
happier: about... nothing... really...
just... id est... it simply is...
by the "music" of fate and gamble:
let's see... what will be: will be...
i'm simply terribly tired of mortgaged
people.... people too invested in what's a bountiful
uncertainty,
i'm tired of boring people...
one lesson to learn from me:
you only show respect to a person
when you allow yourself to eat with them;
i will never eat with someone who i don't
respect... regarding whether i respect that person
after i see them eat?
that's another matter...
bad eating habits is like bad ***...
i can quickly change my mind...
over-cooked pasta is a pivot of a swing
that might change my mind.