Ik kuddi jida naa mohabbat,
Gum hai. Gum hai, gum hai...

Saad muraadi, soni phabbat,
Guum hai.

Suurat ousdi pariyaan vargi
Seerat di o mariam lagdi,
Hasdi hai taa phul jharade ne
Turdi hai taa gazal hai lagdi.
Lamm-salammi, saru(Saro) de kad di
Umar aje hai marke agg di,
Par naina di gal samajhdi.
Ik kuddi jida naa mohabbat,
Gum hai. Gum hai, gum hai...

Goummeyaan janam janam han hoye
Par lagda jyon kal di gal hai.
Yun lagda jyon ajj di gal hai,
Yun lagda jyon *** di gal hai.
Huney taan mere kol khaddi si
Huney taan mere kol nahi hai
Eh ki chhal hai, eh ki phatkan
Soch meri hairan baddi hai.
Nazar meri har aande jaande
Chehre da rang phol rahi hai,
Ous kuddi nu tol rahi hai.

Saanjh dhale baazaaran de jad,
Moddaan te khushbu ugdi hai.
Vehal, thakaavat, bechaini jad,
Chau raaheyaan te aa juddadi hai.
Rauley lippi tanhai vich
Os kuddi di thudd khaandi hai.
Os kuddi di thudd disdi hai.
Har chhin mennu inyon lagda hai,
Har din mennu inyon lagda hai.
Judde jashan ne bheeddaan vichon,
Juddi mahak de jhurmat vichon,
O mennu aawaaz davegi,
Men ohnu pehchaan lavaanga
O mennu pehchaan lavegi.
Par es raule de hadd vichon
Koi mennu aawaaz na denda
Koi vi mere vall na vehnda.

Par khaure kyun tapala lagda,
Par khaure kyun jhaulla painda,
Har din har ik bheedd juddi chon,
But ohda jyun langh ke jaanda.
Par mennu hi nazar na aunda.
Goum gaya maen os kuddi de
Chehre de vich goummeya rehnda,
Os de gham vich ghullda rehnda,
Os de gham vich khurda jaanda!
Os kuddi nu meri saun hai,
Os kuddi nu apni saun hai,

Os kuddi nu sab di saun hai.
Os kuddi nu jag di saun hai,
Os kuddi nu rab di saun hai,
Je kithe paddhdi sundi hove,
Jyundi ya o mar rahi hove
Ik vaari aa ke mil jaave
Vafa meri nu daag na laave
Nahin taan methon jiya na jaanda
Geet koi likheya na janda!

Ik kudi jida naa muhabat.
Goum hai.
Saad muradi sohni phabbat
Goum hai.

coś tam
                                                  było..
   tzn. coś tam jest?
nie!
           o! grube małpie czoło!
jak chin!
                                     zmarszczek setek
  tysiency! potem wkracza na
                                 miliard... a potem?
     solomon'a harem...
         i czoło zniż... raczej czoło w
                  kawiar... czy też piasek...
                           bo nie o ten perski dywan!
they don't have an alphabet as such...
they just have a model
that serves the advent of stressing syllables...
who? asians! koreans chinese...
         i'm drunk and people would think
i'm ******...
                     squinting:
         they don't have letters... as such...
they have syllables...
         e.g.   no concept of M
        but sure the **** enough they
have em am ma me
                                 and the hidden gem of h...
    dywan? dyvan? dai-wan? wan(g) chong chew?
   chew chow mein... cha cha cha?
           i said wan!
                  **** a doodle do?
no! i said **** chon chew!
                   ms. chong?
         ms. chong can **** herself!
             o.k., why the **** would you want to
make an excursion to mars?
            how about just moving to china...
       those people are aliens...
                    you see how they encode sounds?
they do it by a count of 2, rather than 1...
and by that i mean: a syllable requires 2 pointers...
           to encapsulate a "sound"...
   try fishing out someone from beijing harbour humming:
mmm... mmm... loved-up i am, on that sushi...
         what's the point of going to mars?
               i'd try to make it to china
                    and encapsulate their encoding technique
for recording sounds...
                they encode by syllables...
    they don't have units equivalent to an alphabet...
                th | ey | br | a | ache | it | up | qua | si | so.

I read somewhere
that Patti Smith
was into early James Brown music
and I like particularly
his Chonnie on Chon Chon, the Bells,
and Bewildered but I threw
the albums they were on away
Someone just told me that
Patti Smith was one of
the early punk rockers.
I don't know much about that
or what it has to do with early
James Brown music
but I did like the ***
appeal she exuded
when I saw
publicity photos of her a
long while back
I'm not driving at anything
in particular but it's strange
how some things are
connected, isn't it?
The scope of James Brown
music might be the immense
and early James Brown
probably really isn't that great.

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I wa ντ ο το σύσκεψη μυ ασς ωηιλε
Η σκητ ίντος υουρ μουθ. νοών γεται ων
υουρ κνέες ικε ο κνοω σμεαρινγ υουρ
τωνγυε ην σκητ χόβολη & λικκ μυ ασσχολε
σμιάρεδ ην χοκολατε & νοών σαυ
ο λοβέρδος με, Η θίνκινγκ Ιλλουμινάτι
νεβέρ φοργετ υουρ έαρς ωηιλε ο χονγ
νάχετε ανδ ωηιτε ην χάινς δαγλινγ φρομ θε
φυσκινγ πλασκασοβίτη κέιλινγ;
α γοδδεσσ-σλαβε το θε μοον ονδέργρουνδ:
μυ λοβέρδος, μυ δρέαμ, μυ - σαυ μυ ναμε
ην κουέτα ανδ ην σεκρετ, ωηατ χάβι ιού
λεαρνέτ βυ πεερινγ υπάρχει μυ φαύτ ωηιτε ασς
το ρεδδεφίνη βεαυτη ας α γοδδεςσ ασς, υησ,
ιού άρη ωομαν, κυέην οφ θης ωορλδ κουετλυ
συσκινγ κόκκινο ην πυβλικ ων στάγειρα ην
σαβ ρίδες ηομε ανδ φύσκεδ ην θε ασς βυ \
χιλδρεναντ ολδ μην ανδ λεσβιανς ωιτη στραπ-

697BCE-c.5000AD

I wa nt o to sýskepsi my *** oiile [I want to set
                my oily *** on ur mouth]
                               I skit íntos your mouth.
   noón getai        on your knées ike o knoo
   smearin'g your ton'gye in skit chóvoli
  & likk my asschole smiáred in chokolate
& noón saf o lovérdos me, I thín'kin'nk
Illoumináti nevér forget your éars oiile
o chon'g náchete and oiite in cháins daglin'g
from the fyskin'g plaskasovíti kéilin'g?           a goddess-slave to the moon ondérground:        my lovérdos, my dréam,
my - saf my name in kouéta and in sekret,
oiat chávi ioú learnét vy peerin'g ypárchei
my fáft oiite *** to reddefíni          ☉ ☉         veafti as a goddess ***,
yis, ioú ári ooman, kyéin              ☉ ☉           of this oorld kouetly
syskin'g kókkino in pyvlik on stágeira in sav rídes
            iome and fýsked in the *** vy childrenant
                              old min and lesvians oiti strap-