We did trespass, deface, vandalize, mace all manner of things, frequently, selflessly
What is noble, the non-aristocratic definition:
"having or showing fine personal qualities
or high moral principles". I saw both in places you'd never suspect,
-Anything abandoned and everything unintended
In faces I came to greatly respect,
-All those friends who moved us towards the transcended
In choices I don't (and cannot) regret.
-In what I consumed and with whom I slept
It amazed me,
-That dusk sky
It stays with me;
-My longing mind
What I witnessed,
-From way up high
What I experienced;
-Life and/or death
I never would have guessed
I could be a part of living like this.
For that I am blessed,
Even if only temporary
it's bliss nonetheless.
-Shivers down the back of my neck
But enough,
What tales have I to tell?
I fear mere words would be woefully inept
at describing how I feel about the times we've kept;
My city and I, and the people we adore.

Drizzle descended on the park's benches
but foul weather couldn't stop
our journey through the intoxicants

The night was cold but she was warm,
Under gushing orange lamplight
we were in each other's arms

All a fraction of a shard of that which occurred
beyond a sonder veil, yet I fear even this
shall remain an unspoken tale.

What truly captured my gaze
were not the drugs I've come to glorify
nor the women that caught my roaming eye,
It was the communality of it all; identifiable to a teenage.
We formed clans, became family; now we Grow Up and Blow Away.
Sometimes I do miss those subtle days.

Over the course of my tenure
I've noticed something about
These concrete walls and me.
Something's changed i n m e.

Over the course of these days
It has completely eaten away
My tongue . Cutting a w a y
Neatly and p a i n l e s s l y  .

It even has a personality, I've
Nicknamed him C l e e t i s P.
However, instead of parasiti-
-zing my life. It u p - graded

Me. Replaced that uncouth T
Somewhat enlightened m e  .
Above the soloists -no longer
"I" or "me"; but "us" and "we"

you see self-communality i n
"we". It's slimy-self now fun-
-ctions as o u r newest *****;
A mouthpiece & a voicebox

It lives off of small drops o f
Blood from my tongue-stub
That won't ever, ever c l o t!
My business has a s e c r e t

I t s a y s t o m e                     :
Regardless of  Earthly losses
Give y o u r everything to us
W e are your dearest bosses .

Are all of my desires and all my preconceptions
Derived from the same human pallet?
If I retreat into my soul to find originality
Will I emerge only with something of communality?
When I wake up and forget my dream
How many more are plagued by fleeting memories?
In the end of it all am I just one more slave
In a sea of vile, servile conformity?
Does the individual have the energy
To mean something in the masses?
My greatest fear is to be defined by the parameters of ancestry
And even though I plan to be forgotten long before time has smothered me,
I will be the one to ask
And the only one to know:
Who am I? I am me.

and with the edict of making
the jews: an applicable peoples,
the concept of a nation
of Israel was made defunct...
with, the currect woo
of such...
ignoble, debasing,
                                            brats!
you might almost wish to
replicate the holocaust!
        how can you live with such...
prayers before the golden calf
types?!
              the prayer can only
sound: most deserving...
your nation should be called
just thast... hardly struggling with
god...
rahter: of god, most deserving!
your children...
              are symptom of your:
ish-rael!  
               and may you never
be cured of your:
                  "future" -
which is nothing more than
the now apparent...
                your children are
hardly a will or whim or
a basis for a nation burgeoning
         ye, god, of the unfathomable
bias of cutting the *******...
  came the priest, sole priest,
with the missing *******...
           and what affair, later,
within the confines of the macabre...
             iudaeus est non mysta...
iudaeus est **** communia....
           it's only upon looking
at jewish brats,
can you spot a communality,
              a larvae impetus,
                    a god, and a "non-man"...
     which is something of a desire,
children are born worth to die for...
         never the lost clingingness
of a mind of god...
                 forever the lost impetus
to "cure" a jew
from a globalist impetus,
as being, without
                      a ιερεύς:
                     having asked of god,
    one can't exactly play the beggar...
hard to imagine not being ******,
once having asked,
but being able to sustain
      a: wearisome usage of a tribunal.

i wrote a song (for you): i hope you don't mind:

but we live in a time
where playing guitars is forbidden
by the Taliban
and we only resort to digesting
ingesting
listening to music rather than
creating it
as homage to the Wind: WND...

i just used a sample app and rhythm
and patience...

GROOVEPAD
by EasyBrain                    said Brian:
artist: Synthferatu
sample pad: Concrete Jungle
song: 26-06-2024 11-37
composer: Matthias Eschlert

drum intro
guitar
vocals - ecstasy of hope:

                    bass
                  no vocals
     more melody: piano

vocals: different: city lights oh ooh oh!

Sur Sur is a beautiful boy
Muhammad

          vinyls! scratching! vocals disappear!
some added bass

vinyl scratching gone
now vocals
more guitar scratching
elevation of volume
then more vinyl scratching return
more tops
added drum:

the concept of the crescendo

vocals minus
added drums and more piano
added more rhythm

release of the build down
with vocals
short short ecstasy of hope

ADDED EXTRA SHRED
while the song slows down
to a fade out
fade out and crescendo so
important
in making music these days

Edie can tell you:
can't burn the track onto these pages:
can at best leave a description

i really don't have to finish
Frank Herbert's book
Dune
do i
i saw the film and i'm
getting old i loved
the movies
but the book is not puritanical me
Lord of the Rings
the Bible

pig ****: sorry

the song finished on the piano rhythm
because then
what is melody to rhythm
if Africa is Rhythm
then Europe is Melody...

AFRICA IS RHYTHM
EUROPE IS MELODY
AFRICA IS RHYTHM
EUROPE IS MELODY
AFRICA IS RHYTHM
EUROPE IS MELODY
AFRICA IS RHYTHM
EUROPE IS MELODY
AFRICA IS RHYTHM
EUROPE IS MELODY
AFRICA IS RHYTHM
EUROPE IS MELODY

                   i wrote a poem and created
a black hole in my day
i messaged Edie directly
and i wrote a poem
and created a black hole at the Zenith
of June the Day of Europe
now the descending art
into nocturnal bindings to beings
like spiders and moths
flickering strobe asthma
spasm anxiety and perplexia:

epilepsy elypse
ROMANS 8:17
epilepsy ellipses
i talked about my genetics
being plagued by a brain drain
my grandfather's father
my mother's grandfather
did a suicide pact
with Niagara Falls:
went missing in America
no one knows where
Jesus didn't have children
and Matthew doesn't have children
but he: he baked me a cake for
my 13th birthday and i had
a pool party VVQ bb
and i wasn't the loser outlast loner
and all the boiling points
of growing up
and i was a freakish control freak
so maybe i could manage a company
and big girl boyfriend strong
who is father who is ring leader
who is the BOSS i was asked: R U
and i was given a MASTERMIND
friendship band
then overnight it became uncool to DAD ***
don... too...

weird how media operates...
i much prefer the Chinese medicine of media
ingestion:
i prefer the rude crude Chinese method
of stipulating the masses
the western media is virus prone
like ****** didn't understand a Trojan
of Israel into reminding the Arabs
where the Jews belong...

sorry: but if it will take a genocide?
a silent battle:
civilians are necessary bulletts
to bring the walls down?!
don't: you: think?

i remember using the internet for the first
time and
reading so many books
and then drifting from the reality
of the algorithm to the reality
of a customized algorithm: the A.I.

and i don't really need to finish Dune
i picked up Walt Whitman
and James Joyce on the way
because i read so much Air in Sand...
so vapid vapid!
i started drinking more and
writing more and becoming newspaper
orientated, more:
and Chinese impressed most
delightful raging media
a delight of the Stereotype rather than
some Androgynous Android Vest 5PATROL
for LGBTPQV+ views on LSD
and big screen televisions... hanging on ceilings:

because the symmetry of nonsense
and "geometry" in constellations
perhaps from stars we borrowed letters
and god didn't understand
or how did man spawn letters
to call YHWH a god in the realm
of letters and god's pedantic self
i question the authority to move
people forward if
Muhammad illiterate
and Jesus not old enough
like Socrates to not bother to write:
i am scared to have to wander
under a banner of Dyslexia
just: plain: daft: arrogance:
which: Jesus was: and is...

                    of the three counter-cultures:
the Pharisees...

John was the authentic Jew
Jesus was the Impostor
John the Baptist was the Jew
Jesus was the Egyptian
or the Assyrian
impostor
and the gravity of following
Isaiah: who was cut in half
at the abdomen
while John's head was
decapitated and brought to
his sweetheart....

i don't want to finish Dune:
one snippet of Joyce's Ulysses and for once
i want to reread a book
and i think i will age and perform
the predictable: impossible:
make music
and reread books:
Joyce:
imitate Grandma
the curse of Eva
the ARCH DEMON and INHUMAN
soften the blow:
adore ******
more than Christ: cosmopolitan Jesus
crutch and crouch and crowd fund
a couch surfer beginning with
Matthew the Tax Collector...
            
ah: perfect harmony: write your own song
and then write...
ah the perfect harmony:
write your own song
play it back on repeat
and then write and then write...
like Mozart in ice like Beethoven in fire
oh then write...
sample: beauty: darling dearest:
Edie:
is the song bad?

Edie! wake... wake and give me a quake
of your mind and heart:
i will actually give up reading through
the end credits of Dune
and reread Ulysses
because i'm actually: intellectually starved
right not and i'm looking
for drowning and Ockham...

                   PHARISEES

Apostle Paul – a student of Gamaliel

but what if Christianity became what
it is now
from an alternative root:
that of:

a:
Sadducee                     (s)

the:
          Essene                        (s)

here: your father son and holy ghost
in the original first three denominations
of christianity
a schism in Judaism

St Paul the propagator
the violent instigator was a Pharisee
not an Essene
not a Sadducee...

                  Aristocracy
Written Torah
   a Sadducee...

              Theocracy
Oral Torah
Populism
              a Pharisee...

        
             IDEOLOGY... IDEOLOGY...

Asceticism
Communality
Daily Ritual Baptism
Mysticism
Predestination

an Essene...

             an Essence to a Gnostic said: "no" G
                                                               ­ No "g"

Jesus we now have is a Pharisee hell!
Jesus Islam could be
is a Sadducee haven: purgatory...
and Jesus elsewhere:
in Polynesia in paganaism
in Chinese State Atheism
in Hindu juggling
the Essene: came across a Gnostic Jesus:
realized it was me
gave a seat to a *** in Athens
realized: closest i'll ever come
to tease you with the nickname:
a Latin Man:
who from Ventura Troy alias Rome
well: what ******* letter YOD 'ese? th'!

BRAIN FRYER:
ON THE READY?
..........................
GO!