this ungodly hour come the first past
midnight...
nothing has been achieved...
not really not anything to tease
a mirror into shattering...
i could have raised
a pagoda in the garden...
and orchestrated lights
beneath it...
drank a beer with gloat...
still nothing...
somehow saved up 2,700 quid
and thought: perhaps the brothel?
somehow to make cake of
two bodies alien to each other?
how about i buy a bicycle?
then the thought of...
private health... notably dentistry...
i very much like the idea
of using private practice to...
treat a tooth...
i was told that the next tier
of treatment is a root-canal...
that this was the last use of any filling's
worth...
unlike my grandmother
i'm not to keen to pull my teeth
out... to wait for a bouquet
of prosthetics with teeth and
fake gums...
the little money i have
the more i think about private fees for
densitry...
quiet impossible to justify pleasure
by now...
give me a kippah and no *******
and who's not a happy bunny?
even if a socrates is cited
by cicero: the soul (of the philosopher)
treats the body with contempt and seeks
to escape from it...
fair enough... but what if thinking implodes
and becomes an oyster noumenon...
thought: a medium
between itself active and it vacant
(res vanus) -
what if the sigma-animation tension
of soul is...
a claustrophobia = thinking...
lately thinking has become a claustrophobia...
i ask the body to remind me
of: how i unconsciously best know
to throw at a bullseye...
to ride a bicycle...
the soul and its contaminated
yet to: subsequently none of it to be
explored... banquet of dialectics...
the truth of opinions...
as if... waiting for...
some "other" orthodoxy...
to move toward...
very simple, forgiveable...
cul de sac eventualities
of life...
to be somehow caste into a reflection
on the subject of the sea...
some variant of the elevated mirror...
sea and the added dimension of time...
yet still: thinking has become
a claustrophobia...
for me the genesis: and add of abstraction
was always thought,
and the exodus too, thought...
rare to find this gross elaboration
of thought: the "moral" -ought
into the confines of... the peacock
that's consciousness:
tier below con-science...
that somehow facts could be a con(-)
and manipulated thus...
i'm yet to finish dickens' pickwick
papers...
but the edition i started with
was over 150 years old and therefore
encompassed tender binding...
i'm waiting for a cheaper
paperback edition:
and a trip to Loon'don...
i want to "the end" upon some
variation of transit...
çpectial: spe'SH'al...
spez- et al.
spectate...
arranging less a river:
ratio... narrative...
and more... cuckoo and cucoon...
it's all here:
as if... vowels were odd numbers
and consonants were even numbers...
clearly:
TH
θought... the surg of GH...
but: θe...
in that it's V'eh... definite article:
exactly! the point!
it's not a feather: nor a feafer!
fe(r)-ver!
clearly diagnosed
articulations...
well then... english is as "bad" as fwench...
lost the trill-R and harking are we?
Tolstoy's i'm still eager to re(a)d...
past participle: not the colour, i.e. red...
otherwise: reed: i.e. read...
the æ siamese twin
adam & eve **** and a d.n.a. circus
for: lost, "forgot"... ****** passing on...
the complexity...
of the success of gay outliers
with their satanic grins...
ænema of the state: project solo...
a cough medicine... drip drip drr... err:
i see a word i hear
two variations...
and the two variations...
unlike
... please... tease me with
algebra...
√a = ą
cushion!
let's tease!
much easier with shared...
etymology...
congested / confused...
constipated:
SH(arp) = SZ(arp) =
Š(arp) = Ш(arp)...
CH(eap) = CZ(eap) =
Ч(eap) = Č(eap)....
in that there are modified short-scripts
of numbers...
h / ч / μ and just one more
and we'll have ourselves
a full guise of a copernican rotation...
geocentric!
with the use of two mirrors!
it's sitting blatant and in my lap
useless as moth *****...
but the idea of exploitation...
i think of...
the many times i would care
for raw meat: in how i would
tender it...
explore it with the metaφor
of butterfly...
and tender fingers; loss of bone...
my marathon foundation...
there are two F's...
sounds alike...
but when written...
i.e. thought / philosophy
the infinite space of: θ "=" τη
and of φ "=" πη
(no greek will
tell you the difference between η
and "3" / epsilon)
mongol brides yet to be attired...
it's actually impossible to write thus...
hell...
emperor claudius:
Ⅎ = φ
F = θ and cHeap...
or pHilosopHy...
and tHought...
etc.
i hear a sound... but then i can't see it...
the "difference" being...
changing alphabets it no new knot of
nuance...
hear a yarl...
speak a... "speak" a yawn...
a yawn is a noun
for the otherwise onomatopoeia...
a sigh: to boot...
no... noithing greater worth of
a sight...
nor a sigh...
it's the worst
sort of music! un- or -imaginable!
