—Flash Forward—

A day of reckoning.
A small boat crosses
the Hudson River,
no warning horn.
Destination New Jersey,
of all places.
A. Burr isn’t warned
that Hamilton will not
fire his pistol.
Destiny predetermined.

“Death doesn’t discriminate
Between the sinners and the saints,
It takes and it takes and it takes.
History obliterates.”

*—Flashback—

General.
     Colonel.
           Aide-de-camp.    
                 Immigrant.

“Don’t engage, strike by night.
Remain relentless ‘til their troops take flight.”
“We escort their men out of Yorktown.
They stagger home single file.
Tens of thousands of people flood the streets.”
“Took up a collection just to send him to the
mainland.
‘Get your education. Don’t forget from whence
you came.’”

—Stepfather of the Union—

Treasury secretary, author of the Federalist Papers,
lawyer, speechwriter, confidante, opponent of slavery,
member of the Constitutional Convention.

“History has its eyes on you.”
“I’ve seen injustice in the world and I’ve
        corrected it.”
“The Federalist:  Addressed to the People
         of the State of New York.”
“Goes and proposes his own form
         of government.”

—Family and Marriage—

The Schuyler Sisters – Eliza.
     Maria and James Reynolds – adultery and bribery.
          Philip Hamilton – successor son and victim.
                Philip Schuyler – father-in-law.

“And if this child
Shares a fraction of your smile
Or a fragment of your mind, look out, world!”
“I know you’re a man of honor,
I’m so sorry to bother you at home.”
“I’m only nineteen but my mind is older,
Gonna be my own man, like my father
     but bolder.”
“Grampa just lost his seat in the Senate.”


—Why, How, How long?—

Why not?, biography,
genius, rapid-fire rap,
hip-hop, historical vertigo,
Lin-Manuel Miranda at the White House,
a cast talented beyond measure,
the Great White Way,
2017-18 and forever….
“…13 percent of the population is foreign
born, which is near an all-time high;
that one day soon there will no longer
be majority and minority races, only a
vibrant mix of colors.”  
     ‒Jeremy McCarter, from Chapter I of
       Hamilton:  The Revolution

© Lewis Bosworth, 12/2016
    With credit to the book:
     Hamilton: The Revolution

How, to thy Sacred Memory, shall I bring
(Worthy thy Fame) a grateful Offering?
I, who by Toils of Sickness, am become
Almost as near as thou art to a Tomb?
While every soft, and every tender Strain
Is ruffl'd, and ill-natur'd grown with Pain.
But, at thy Name, my languisht Muse revives,
And a new Spark in the dull Ashes strives.
I hear thy tuneful Verse, thy Song Divine;
And am lnspir'd by every charming Line.
But, Oh! –––––––––
What Inspiration, at the second hand,
Can an Immortal Elegic Command?
Unless, Me Pious Offerings, mine should be
Made Sacred, being Consecrate to thee.
Eternal, as thy own Almighty Verse,
Should be those Trophies that adom thy Hearse.
The Thought Illustrious, and the Fancy Young;
The Wit Sublime, the Judgment Fine, and Strong;
Soft, as thy Notes to Sacharissa sung.
Whilst mine, like Transitory Flowers, decay,
That come to deck thy Tomb a short-liv'd Day.
Such Tributes are, like Tenures, only fit
To shew from whom we hold our Right to Wit.
Hafl, wondrous Bard, whose Heav'n-born Genius first
My Infant Muse, and Blooming Fancy Nurst.
With thy soft Food of Love I first began,
Then fed on nobler Panegyrick Strain,
Numbers Seraphic! and, at every View,
My Soul extended, and much larger grew:

Where e're I Read, new Raptures seiz'd my Blood;
Methought I heard the Language of a God.
Long did the untun'd World in Ignorance stray,
Producing nothing that was Great and Gay,
Till taught, by thee, the true Poetick way.
Rough were the Tracts before, Dull, and Obscure;
Nor Pleasure, nor Instruction could procure.
Their thoughtless Labour could no Passion move;
Sure, in that Age, the Poets knew not Love:
That Charming God, like Apparitions, then
Was only talk'd on, but ne're seen by Men:
Darkness was o're the Muses Land displaid,
And even the Chosen Tribe unguided straid.
Till, by thee rescu'd from th' Egyptian Night,
They now look up, and view the God of Light,
That taught them how to Love, and how to Write;
And to Enhance the Blessing which Heav'n lent,
When for our great Instructor thou wert sent.
Large was thy Life, but yet thy Glories more;
And, like the Sun, did still dispense thy Power,
Producing somthing wondrous every hour:
And, in thy Circulary Course, didst see
The very Life and Death of Poetry.
Thou saw'st the Generous Nine neglected lie,
None listning to their Heav'nly Harmony;
The World being grown to that low Ebb of Sense,
To disesteem the noblest Excellence;
And no Encouragement to Phophets shewn,
Who in past Ages got so great Renown.
Though Fortune Elevated thee above
Its scanty Gratitude, or fickle Love;
Yet, fallen with the World, untir'd by Age,
Scorning th'unthinking Crowd, thou quit'st the Stage.

the “undifferentiated” ethnicity of western europe
is so ****** obnoxious,
i’ll sell this secret to the american youth,
they think eastern european people are as undifferentiated
as that quote about the chinese... ‘ah, but they all look alike,’
then i’ll make the romanians, the bulgars,
the poles, the lithuanians look alike and take london’s shard apart...
the western europeans think they have the eiffel they own romance,
the western europeans think they have the big ben they own all time,
this hope for a geographic orientation and bordering of
the a to z will be northern this time, no mention of syria or judea,
no mention of carthage,
i just hope the yugoslavs enter the realm and leave no blind spots,
they’re so obnoxious those western europeans collectivising ethnicities to a region,
let’s collectivise them as colonial labradors - so rich from the gold of africa
they need to leech on the least afraid of death in the cocoon of disabilities
of their own societies so that john pepperfork esq. the third
can shove his ***** into a dead pig’s snout at oxford,
let’s pay them back with smiles and nicely tailored suits...
and if that old testament story is true...
can the prince of wales please recite me the polish alphabet in full,
speak a sentence of the language fluently and without an accent?
because that would be hebrew for me of the mt. sinai identity vox par.

While deep you mourn beneath the cypress-shade
The hand of Death, and your dear daughter laid
In dust, whose absence gives your tears to flow,
And racks your ***** with incessant woe,
Let Recollection take a tender part,
Assuage the raging tortures of your heart,
Still the wild tempest of tumultuous grief,
And pour the heav’nly nectar of relief:
Suspend the sigh, dear Sir, and check the groan,
Divinely bright your daughter’s Virtues shone:
How free from scornful pride her gentle mind,
Which ne’er its aid to indigence declin’d!
Expanding free, it sought the means to prove
Unfailing charity, unbounded love!
  She unreluctant flies to see no more
Her dear-lov’d parents on earth’s dusky shore:
Impatient heav’n’s resplendent goal to gain,
She with swift progress cuts the azure plain,
Where grief subsides, where changes are no more,
And life’s tumultuous billows cease to roar;
She leaves her earthly mansion for the skies,
Where new creations feast her wond’ring eyes.
  To heav’n’s high mandate cheerfully resign’d
She mounts, and leaves the rolling globe behind;
She, who late wish’d that Leonard might return,
Has ceas’d to languish, and forgot to mourn;
To the same high empyreal mansions come,
She joins her spouse, and smiles upon the tomb:
And thus I hear her from the realms above:
“Lo! this the kingdom of celestial love!
“Could ye, fond parents, see our present bliss,
“How soon would you each sigh, each fear dismiss?
“Amidst unutter’d pleasures whilst I play
“In the fair sunshine of celestial day,
“As far as grief affects an happy soul
“So far doth grief my better mind controul,
“To see on earth my aged parents mourn,
“And secret wish for T——! to return:
“Let brighter scenes your ev’ning-hours employ:
“Converse with heav’n, and taste the promis’d joy”

“Nil ego contulerim jucundo sanus amico.”—HORACE.


Dear LONG, in this sequester’d scene,
  While all around in slumber lie,
The joyous days, which ours have been
  Come rolling fresh on Fancy’s eye;
Thus, if, amidst the gathering storm,
While clouds the darken’d noon deform,
Yon heaven assumes a varied glow,
I hail the sky’s celestial bow,
Which spreads the sign of future peace,
And bids the war of tempests cease.
Ah! though the present brings but pain,
I think those days may come again;
Or if, in melancholy mood,
Some lurking envious fear intrude,
To check my *****’s fondest thought,
  And interrupt the golden dream,
I crush the fiend with malice fraught,
  And, still, indulge my wonted theme.
Although we ne’er again can trace,
  In Granta’s vale, the pedant’s lore,
Nor through the groves of Ida chase
  Our raptured visions, as before;
Though Youth has flown on rosy pinion,
And Manhood claims his stern dominion,
Age will not every hope destroy,
But yield some hours of sober joy.

  Yes, I will hope that Time’s broad wing
Will shed around some dews of spring:
But, if his scythe must sweep the flowers
Which bloom among the fairy bowers,
Where smiling Youth delights to dwell,
And hearts with early rapture swell;
If frowning Age, with cold controul,
Confines the current of the soul,
Congeals the tear of Pity’s eye,
Or checks the sympathetic sigh,
Or hears, unmov’d, Misfortune’s groan
And bids me feel for self alone;
Oh! may my ***** never learn
  To soothe its wonted heedless flow;
Still, still, despise the censor stern,
  But ne’er forget another’s woe.
Yes, as you knew me in the days,
  O’er which Remembrance yet delays,
Still may I rove untutor’d, wild,
  And even in age, at heart a child.

Though, now, on airy visions borne,
  To you my soul is still the same.
Oft has it been my fate to mourn,
  And all my former joys are tame:
But, hence! ye hours of sable hue!
  Your frowns are gone, my sorrows o’er:
By every bliss my childhood knew,
  I’ll think upon your shade no more.
Thus, when the whirlwind’s rage is past,
  And caves their sullen roar enclose
We heed no more the wintry blast,
  When lull’d by zephyr to repose.
Full often has my infant Muse,
  Attun’d to love her languid lyre;
But, now, without a theme to choose,
  The strains in stolen sighs expire.
My youthful nymphs, alas! are flown;
  E——is a wife, and C——a mother,
And Carolina sighs alone,
  And Mary’s given to another;
And Cora’s eye, which roll’d on me,
  Can now no more my love recall—
In truth, dear LONG, ’twas time to flee—
  For Cora’s eye will shine on all.
And though the Sun, with genial rays,
His beams alike to all displays,
And every lady’s eye’s a sun,
These last should be confin’d to one.
The soul’s meridian don’t become her,
Whose Sun displays a general summer!
Thus faint is every former flame,
And Passion’s self is now a name;
As, when the ebbing flames are low,
  The aid which once improv’d their light,
And bade them burn with fiercer glow,
  Now quenches all their sparks in night;
Thus has it been with Passion’s fires,
  As many a boy and girl remembers,
While all the force of love expires,
  Extinguish’d with the dying embers.

  But now, dear LONG, ’tis midnight’s noon,
And clouds obscure the watery moon,
Whose beauties I shall not rehearse,
Describ’d in every stripling’s verse;
For why should I the path go o’er
Which every bard has trod before?
Yet ere yon silver lamp of night
  Has thrice perform’d her stated round,
Has thrice retrac’d her path of light,
  And chas’d away the gloom profound,
I trust, that we, my gentle Friend,
Shall see her rolling orbit wend,
Above the dear-lov’d peaceful seat,
Which once contain’d our youth’s retreat;
And, then, with those our childhood knew,
We’ll mingle in the festive crew;
While many a tale of former day
Shall wing the laughing hours away;
And all the flow of souls shall pour
The sacred intellectual shower,
Nor cease, till Luna’s waning horn,
Scarce glimmers through the mist of Morn.

Why, Pigot, complain
  Of this damsel’s disdain,
Why thus in despair do you fret?
  For months you may try,
  Yet, believe me, a sigh
Will never obtain a coquette.

   Would you teach her to love?
   For a time seem to rove;
At first she may frown in a pet;
   But leave her awhile,
   She shortly will smile,
And then you may kiss your coquette.

   For such are the airs
   Of these fanciful fairs,
They think all our homage a debt:
   Yet a partial neglect
   Soon takes an effect,
And humbles the proudest coquette.

   Dissemble your pain,
   And lengthen your chain,
And seem her hauteur to regret;
   If again you shall sigh,
   She no more will deny,
That yours is the rosy coquette.

   If still, from false pride,
   Your pangs she deride,
This whimsical ****** forget;
   Some other admire,
   Who will melt with your fire,
And laugh at the little coquette.

   For me, I adore
   Some twenty or more,
And love them most dearly; but yet,
   Though my heart they enthral,
   I’d abandon them all,
Did they act like your blooming coquette.

   No longer repine,
   Adopt this design,
And break through her slight-woven net!
   Away with despair,
   No longer forbear
To fly from the captious coquette.

  Then quit her, my friend!
  Your ***** defend,
Ere quite with her snares you’re beset:
  Lest your deep-wounded heart,
  When incens’d by the smart,
Should lead you to curse the coquette.

Thy country, Wilberforce, with just disdain,
Hears thee, by cruel men and impious, call'd
Fanatic, for thy zeal to loose th' enthrall'd
From exile, public sale, and slav'ry's chain.
Friend of the poor, the wrong'd, the fetter-gall'd,
Fear not lest labour such as thine be vain!
Thou hast achiev'd a part; hast gain'd the ear
Of Britain's senate to thy glorious cause;
Hope smiles, joy springs, and tho' cold caution pause
And weave delay, the better hour is near,
That shall remunerate thy toils severe
By peace for Afric, fenc'd with British laws.
    Enjoy what thou hast won, esteem and love
    From all the just on earth, and all the blest above!

INSCRIBED TO ROBERT AIKEN, ESQ.

        Let not Ambition mock their useful toil,
        Their homely joys and destiny obscure;
        Nor Grandeur hear with a disdainful smile,
        The short and simple annals of the poor.
                  (Gray, “Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard”)

  My lov’d, my honour’d, much respected friend!
      No mercenary bard his homage pays;
    With honest pride, I scorn each selfish end:
      My dearest meed a friend’s esteem and praise.
      To you I sing, in simple Scottish lays,
    The lowly train in life’s sequester’d scene;
      The native feelings strong, the guileless ways;
    What Aiken in a cottage would have been;
Ah! tho’ his worth unknown, far happier there, I ween!

  November chill blaws loud wi’ angry sugh,
      The short’ning winter day is near a close;
    The miry beasts retreating frae the pleugh,
      The black’ning trains o’ craws to their repose;
    The toil-worn Cotter frae his labour goes,—
    This night his weekly moil is at an end,—
      Collects his spades, his mattocks and his hoes,
    Hoping the morn in ease and rest to spend,
And weary, o’er the moor, his course does hameward bend.

  At length his lonely cot appears in view,
      Beneath the shelter of an aged tree;
    Th’ expectant wee-things, toddlin, stacher through
      To meet their dad, wi’ flichterin noise an’ glee.
      His wee bit ingle, blinkin bonilie,
    His clean hearth-stane, his thrifty wifie’s smile,
      The lisping infant prattling on his knee,
    Does a’ his weary kiaugh and care beguile,
An’ makes him quite forget his labour an’ his toil.

  Belyve, the elder bairns come drapping in,
      At service out, amang the farmers roun’;
    Some ca’ the pleugh, some herd, some tentie rin
      A cannie errand to a neibor toun:
      Their eldest hope, their Jenny, woman-grown,
    In youthfu’ bloom, love sparkling in her e’e,
      Comes hame, perhaps, to shew a braw new gown,
    Or deposite her sair-won penny-fee,
To help her parents dear, if they in hardship be.

  With joy unfeign’d, brothers and sisters meet,
      An’ each for other’s weelfare kindly spiers:
    The social hours, swift-wing’d, unnotic’d fleet;
      Each tells the uncos that he sees or hears.
      The parents partial eye their hopeful years;
    Anticipation forward points the view;
      The mother, wi’ her needle an’ her sheers,
    Gars auld claes look amaist as weel’s the new;
The father mixes a’ wi’ admonition due.

  Their master’s an’ their mistress’s command
      The younkers a’ are warned to obey;
    An’ mind their labours wi’ an eydent hand,
      An’ ne’er tho’ out o’ sight, to jauk or play:
      “An’ O! be sure to fear the Lord alway,
    An’ mind your duty, duly, morn an’ night!
      Lest in temptation’s path ye gang astray,
    Implore his counsel and assisting might:
They never sought in vain that sought the Lord aright!”

  But hark! a rap comes gently to the door.
      Jenny, wha kens the meaning o’ the same,
    Tells how a neebor lad cam o’er the moor,
      To do some errands, and convoy her hame.
      The wily mother sees the conscious flame
    Sparkle in Jenny’s e’e, and flush her cheek;
      Wi’ heart-struck, anxious care, inquires his name,
      While Jenny hafflins is afraid to speak;
Weel-pleas’d the mother hears, it’s nae wild, worthless rake.

  Wi’ kindly welcome Jenny brings him ben,
      A strappin youth; he takes the mother’s eye;
    Blythe Jenny sees the visit’s no ill taen;
      The father cracks of horses, pleughs, and kye.
      The youngster’s artless heart o’erflows wi’ joy,
    But, blate and laithfu’, scarce can weel behave;
      The mother wi’ a woman’s wiles can spy
    What maks the youth sae bashfu’ an’ sae grave,
Weel pleas’d to think her bairn’s respected like the lave.

  O happy love! where love like this is found!
      O heart-felt raptures! bliss beyond compare!
    I’ve paced much this weary, mortal round,
      And sage experience bids me this declare—
    “If Heaven a draught of heavenly pleasure spare,
      One cordial in this melancholy vale,
      ’Tis when a youthful, loving, modest pair,
    In other’s arms breathe out the tender tale,
Beneath the milk-white thorn that scents the ev’ning gale.”

  Is there, in human form, that bears a heart,
      A wretch! a villain! lost to love and truth!
    That can with studied, sly, ensnaring art
      Betray sweet Jenny’s unsuspecting youth?
      Curse on his perjur’d arts! dissembling smooth!
    Are honour, virtue, conscience, all exil’d?
      Is there no pity, no relenting truth,
    Points to the parents fondling o’er their child,
Then paints the ruin’d maid, and their distraction wild?

  But now the supper crowns their simple board,
      The halesome parritch, chief of Scotia’s food;
    The soupe their only hawkie does afford,
      That yont the hallan snugly chows her cud.
      The dame brings forth, in complimental mood,
    To grace the lad, her weel-hain’d kebbuck fell,
      An’ aft he’s prest, an’ aft he ca’s it guid;
    The frugal wifie, garrulous, will tell,
How ’twas a towmond auld, sin’ lint was i’ the bell.

  The cheerfu’ supper done, wi’ serious face,
      They round the ingle form a circle wide;
    The sire turns o’er, with patriarchal grace,
      The big ha’-Bible, ance his father’s pride;
      His bonnet rev’rently is laid aside,
    His lyart haffets wearing thin and bare;
      Those strains that once did sweet in Zion glide,
    He wales a portion with judicious care;
And, “Let us worship God,” he says with solemn air.

  They chant their artless notes in simple guise;
      They tune their hearts, by far the noblest aim:
    Perhaps Dundee’s wild-warbling measures rise,
      Or plaintive Martyrs, worthy of the name,
      Or noble Elgin beets the heaven-ward flame,
    The sweetest far of Scotia’s holy lays.
      Compar’d with these, Italian trills are tame;
      The tickl’d ear no heart-felt raptures raise;
Nae unison hae they, with our Creator’s praise.

  The priest-like father reads the sacred page,
      How Abram was the friend of God on high;
    Or Moses bade eternal warfare wage
      With Amalek’s ungracious progeny;
      Or how the royal bard did groaning lie
    Beneath the stroke of Heaven’s avenging ire;
      Or Job’s pathetic plaint, and wailing cry;
    Or rapt Isaiah’s wild, seraphic fire;
Or other holy seers that tune the sacred lyre.

  Perhaps the Christian volume is the theme,
      How guiltless blood for guilty man was shed;
    How He, who bore in Heaven the second name
      Had not on earth whereon to lay His head:
      How His first followers and servants sped;
    The precepts sage they wrote to many a land:
      How he, who lone in Patmos banished,
    Saw in the sun a mighty angel stand,
And heard great Bab’lon’s doom pronounc’d by Heaven’s command.

  Then kneeling down to Heaven’s Eternal King,
      The saint, the father, and the husband prays:
    Hope “springs exulting on triumphant wing,”
      That thus they all shall meet in future days:
      There ever bask in uncreated rays,
    No more to sigh or shed the bitter tear,
      Together hymning their Creator’s praise,
    In such society, yet still more dear,
While circling Time moves round in an eternal sphere.

  Compar’d with this, how poor Religion’s pride
      In all the pomp of method and of art,
    When men display to congregations wide
      Devotion’s ev’ry grace except the heart!
      The Pow’r, incens’d, the pageant will desert,
    The pompous strain, the sacerdotal stole;
      But haply in some cottage far apart
    May hear, well pleas’d, the language of the soul,
And in His Book of Life the inmates poor enrol.

  Then homeward all take off their sev’ral way;
      The youngling cottagers retire to rest;
    The parent-pair their secret homage pay,
      And proffer up to Heav’n the warm request,
      That He who stills the raven’s clam’rous nest,
    And decks the lily fair in flow’ry pride,
      Would, in the way His wisdom sees the best,
    For them and for their little ones provide;
But chiefly, in their hearts with grace divine preside.

  From scenes like these old Scotia’s grandeur springs,
      That makes her lov’d at home, rever’d abroad:
    Princes and lords are but the breath of kings,
      “An honest man’s the noblest work of God”:
      And certes, in fair Virtue’s heavenly road,
    The cottage leaves the palace far behind:
      What is a lordling’s pomp? a cumbrous load,
    Disguising oft the wretch of human kind,
Studied in arts of hell, in wickedness refin’d!

  O Scotia! my dear, my native soil!
      For whom my warmest wish to Heaven is sent!
    Long may thy hardy sons of rustic toil
      Be blest with health, and peace, and sweet content!
      And, oh! may Heaven their simple lives prevent
    From luxury’s contagion, weak and vile!
      Then, howe’er crowns and coronets be rent,
    A virtuous populace may rise the while,
And stand a wall of fire around their much-lov’d isle.

  O Thou! who pour’d the patriotic tide
      That stream’d thro’ Wallace’s undaunted heart,
    Who dar’d to nobly stem tyrannic pride,
      Or nobly die, the second glorious part,—
      (The patriot’s God peculiarly thou art,
    His friend, inspirer, guardian, and reward!)
      O never, never Scotia’s realm desert,
    But still the patriot, and the patriot-bard,
In bright succession raise, her ornament and guard!

.                                              for V. &c.                                    .

Love is love, because it needs to be satisfied,
you need to be united. Desire; love, feelings,
daily treatment problems... / Cardinal death,
love, love, do you love it? I love you. I love you.
What do you know about my love, happiness,
happiness, happiness and planning? Data is safe,
but warm, warm, warm, warm, warm, warm,
warm, warm, warm, warm, warm. But don't
love blindly, devoutly approach the pilgrimage
of faith, approve, praise others with your voice,
that others may find the content of this idea.
If you like this spirit of despair and honor,
the war in your country will be different.
This disease is love and a love which is a payment
that the family has already paid and their vows provide
ideas for therapeutic drugs and a spirit of happiness
and assurance. I am afraid of the fear of depression and
pain, the beginning of the crown, I will not say
that he will help eat my sacrifice, or distribute
the drugs. Love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love
1:1 You have no greater happiness than love,
you have the benefits of love. Blessings and happiness,
happiness, happiness, happiness, harmony and love.
I see things. Desire doesn't look like you. I love you.
I love you. I love you. I love you. I am the leader of love,
love, and love. Accommodations: clothing, psychiatry,
clothes and shelter, high temperature and the high fever
of a clothesline / clothes. Do you pray with strong
light to absorb the heat of summer?Love is love,
it wants to please God, so you must love unity as well.
love; everyday feelings of love, love, emotions,
emotions ... / heart death, spirit of disease, faith,
love, love, I love you? I love you; I love you;
For love, happiness, happiness, happiness, and the plan
says what do you do / server package out of my knowledge?
The data is safe, but warm is warm, hot, hot, warm,
warm, warm, warm, warm, warm, warm of fast
and healthy. But it is not blind the way prayer can be,
to be promoted to the pilgrimage of faith, to advance,
to be praised by others or to the voice, or the other
to refer to the content of this proposition.
And the heat of war in his country would be different
if we loved a torturer of this Spirit and his honor rising.
This disease is love and love is the flow of circulation
through families and its vows of alcohol provides
a crystalline form of medical needs and a spirit of joy
and friendliness. I will not fear of pain or punishment,
how the crown has started and explained that it would
help me to take care of my sacrifice to be distributing
the medicine, nor is it anything else in them. Love, love,
love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, worry that
you do not feel as much as on the day of the day.
1:1 You are above all the love of great excitement
and not of love, but good luck. Prosperity and happiness,
happiness, joy, happiness, harmony, love. sees things.
Love does not love him. I love you; I love you;
I love you; I love you; I am the leader of love, love, love.
Heat and high fever for bed, dress, emotional shelter,
clothes and shelter, clothes / lines everyday.
Prayer assemblies with a difficult fire to heat a different
amount of heat in the summer? Love is love,
because you want to be satisfied, you need to be united.
Desire; love, feelings, daily healing problems ... /
Cardinal death, love, love, do you love it? I love you.
I love you. What do you do in my knowledge for love,
happiness, happiness, happiness, and plan? The data is safe,
but warm, warm, warm, warm, warm, warm, warm,
warm, warm, warm, warm. Be not blind in your prayerful
approach to the pilgrimage of faith, improvement,
praise of others and others voices, others may find the content
of this idea. And if you like this spirit of despair
and your honor, the war of war in your country
will be different. This disease is love and love,
it is a payment that has been shed by a family,
that the oath provides the idea of ​​healing medicines
and a happy spirit and assurance.
I fear fear of depression, suffering, beginning
of the crown and I do not say that he will help
to eat my sacrifice to distribute the medicine.
Love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love,
love 1:1 You do not have the greatest pleasure
and love of all, you have the love of the benefits.
Blessings and happiness, happiness, happiness,
happiness, harmony, love. I look at things. Desire
does not like you. I love you. I love you. I love you.
I love you. I am the leader of love, love, love.
Accommodations, wedding dress, psychiatry,
clothing and shelter, heat and high fever for clothes
/ clothes. Do you pray with a hard light to absorb
the heat of summer? Love is love, he only wants to please
God, so you must love and unity. love; daily feelings of love,
love, emotions, feelings ... / heart death, disease spirit,
faith, love, love you; I love you; I love you; I love you;
To love, happiness, happiness, happiness,
and the plan says what are you doing / server package
on my knowledge? The data is safe, but hot is hot, hot,
hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot heat by the fast
and healthy. It is not, however, the blind, the manners
of prayer can be, advanced in her pilgrimage of faith,
went forth, is praised by others, or by Voice, or the other
is to the content of this proposal. And the heat of war
on his country would be different if we love one
torturer of this Spirit and the price of it is increasing;
This disease is love, and love is the flow of traffic
through families and vows of alcohol provides
a crystalline form of medical needs and spirit
of cheerful and friendly. I will put out the fear
of the fear of pain, of punishment, the manner
of Earl began and explained to her to help take care
of my sacrifice might be to distribute the remedy,
nor is anything else in them. Love, love, love, love,
love, love, love, love, worry that you do not experience
as much as in the day of 1:1 You are over all things,
the love of the great enthusiasm, and not from love,
but good luck. Prosperity and happiness, happiness,
joy, happiness, harmony, love; he sees the things;
Love is not love him; I love you; I love you; I love you;
I love you; I am the leader of love, you love, you love.
Heat and high fever for the bed, dress, emotional shelter,
clothing and shelter, clothing / lines every day;
Prayer assembly with a difficult fire to heat a different
amount of heat in the summer? Definitions of heat noun
the quality of being hot; high temperature. it is sensitive
to both heat and cold synonyms: warmth, hotness,
warmness, high temperature, hot weather, warm
weather, sultriness, mugginess, humidity, heat wave,
'hot spell intensity of feeling, especially of anger or excitement.
words few men would dare use to another, even in the heat
of anger synonyms: passion, intensity, vehemence, warmth,
fervor, fervency, enthusiasm, excitement, agitation, anger,
fury verb make or become hot or warm. the room faces north
and is difficult to heat synonyms: warm, warm up, heat up,
make hot, make warm, reheat, cook, microwave, nuke,
zap; become hot, become warm, get hotter, get warmer,
increase in temperature' Translations of heat noun calor
HEAT, warmth, ardor, glow, summer, fever aestus tide,
HEAT, surge, agitation, flaring heat, glow ardor ardor,
HEAT, eagerness, flame, glow, burning fire fervor HEAT,
glow, passion, ardor, seething, commotion flamma flame,
HEAT, blaze, Fire, passion, Love;
cancer, crab, HEAT, claw, Nipper, south incendium
burning, conflagration, fervor, HEAT, Fire, arson
incaendium wildfire, HEAT, conflagration, burning,
arson, firebrand incoendium swelter, HEAT, wildfire,
conflagration, burning, arson vapor vapor, HEAT,
steam, smoke, warmth, vapour vapos vapor, HEAT,
steam, smoke, warmth, vapour ignis Fire, light, HEAT,
flame, conflagration, beacon libido lust, libido, whimsy,
desire, WHIM, HEAT lubido lust, WHIM, HEAT, desire,
caprice, libido missus cast, sending, HEAT, shot,
throwing, hurling motiuncula HEAT, cauma caldor HEAT,
warmth cauma HEAT verb calefacio warm, heat, melt,
thaw, excite, anger calfacio warm, heat, melt, thaw, excite,
anger concalefacio warm, warm thoroughly, heat, calefy
concalfacio warm, heat, warm thoroughly, calefy incalfacio
warm, heat incalefacio warm, heat fervefacio
simmer, heat, boil, melt suffervefacio warm, hot, heat
subfervefacio warm, hot, heat tepefacio warm, heat
suffio incense, burn, fumigate, besmoke, perfume, sear
subfio incense, fumigate, besmoke, perfume, burn, sear
vaporo vapor, heat, steam, warm, smoke, vapour calefacto
thaw, heat, warm, melt calfacto warm, heat, melt, thaw
calesco warm, grow warm, heat, warm up, grow hot,
become hot incalesco warm, heat, catch fire, passion
concalesco heat, warm, become warm, become thoroughly
warm, glow, flush accendo inflame, kindle, light, fan,
ignite, fire incendo burn, kindle, fire, inflame, ignite,
light incaendo incense, light, light up, burn, fire, ignify
incoendo incense, light, light up, burn, fire, ignify incandesco
whiten, incandesce, fire, heat intepesco warm,
heat infervesco boil, warm, heat percoquom bake,
heat, ripen, scorch, blacken exuro burn up, consume,
burn down, burn out, burn to ashes, set on fire calficio
make warm, heat, excite, Rouse, vex, trouble Love is the first fish.
1: 1 is not true, but the truth. Some time after application.
(Category). Today (average) in London (a) white wine or red wine
(for example, people's health) (the "brain").
They say the colors of colors and curiously colors
[2] gardens, along with other food and bacteria. |||| ||||
1. I am £ 13,000. Research (room) and image (4)
provided by local police. || However, it is fine, it is easy to find. 1. Genetewiwi yešenišikitine French colors and later years.
Los Angeles, New Loreši, New Holy Roman Emperor
Julian the Emperor sixth program in Russia and found
"two" trainingbefichēšikorochi
French philosopher and shoes in Europe.
For as you have drunk the water,
it is in itself, is slow to anger, and of great kindness,
and he came and dwelt in his own house, is it?
I have been using very good technology,
but in the book that he wanted to say that peace,
coffee and Canada by the Canadian past history.
In the morning, a dentist's city, the historical yeshife.
Every week the children.
Yiha Jacob, and "women (and others playing in the text)
are the lowest in London and" Islam is "to help as soon
as possible through war," of the sort "to tell the truth,
in fact, compete (12) for the musicians everywhere
the ability to game for a long time,
doctors colors Skoseg one of the major
French 6 visitors in this way is that it is a horse different.
In king Julian 15, and the protection of the peace movement,
France, France created the crew of "God and Christ
in the form of a glass  or medical bir ' archet'ene gigabytes,
one of the two or glass
yešišileše ouoiav glasses. German Gomel called out to me
and said: "I am members of the Federation" .Love first fish.
Love is the first fish. 1: 1 and he true.After ESQ.
Information (section). On the right is used
(among other things) allows girls (among others)
the end of the season to sign T (a) does not include /
encapsulate the red as a group of wines from the wine
region of London, said. Different colors and skin colors
The terms [2] Extinktorium in the gardens
of broken blood vessels to the paths of salvation
There are in good health. |||| |||| 1 1. I am a thief
of 13,000 pounds. Prescribed by the case (local)
products graphic (4) to local officials. || Sometimes
it's easy. And all the words are good. 1. In the Sanskrit
and six years the colors in the garden with the French
in the sky? Because of two men is the same
as the art of Tele-N. clear the air Los Angeles
And his mother, the queen, and of Julian the throne
had six of the first poets of the French, the Russian
and the European side in the summer, a lot of Falakarokrax at home;
1 to begin to ask: What do we do after drinking port
poverty at home? I pierced
Pedicures ME COME you are noble;
And as far as the gates of the connecting points,
do not need to us and a cloud without a book
in peace; She began to remember the words
of our ancestors, Gliding away, from the top,
in the crag of the rock that is, in so far
as he perceives himself to be a wall,
mountain and young people in Canada
These machines november
There will be a father reading
about Bettie's in the books of history;
New member is a dentist in Germany ...
And the Guy came to the convent in a tunic
of his hour was come which is not only
the way they are given to the twelve,
The Golem in Europe, "1, the column began
to love fight.True in the first, true, true, true,
true is returned The Esq.Test (section)
is a condition that girls (Among others)
Perth (among others) to the end each cone T (a)
does not include / Glory side If the color
is the wine to drink in London say the skin,
they do not differ in the garden and I am your God
and I have parks and blood came out of the health ||
standing [2] The four extinctorium skin. |||||||
The thieves 1,000,13 8 grams (12) that produce
1 and crops, is the host of a fisherman, that is.
The Gauls, Sanskritian of colors In the six
hundredth in the garden, in the sky: Technically,
in the same Tele- For two Angels plan
The spirit is ordinarily the Emperor Juliana,
Queen certain French Europe developments
Wide 15 of life, the song of the Russian
And peaceful option open
That's vorite sun "and one of the ones healing
football, or the middle of the crystal;
THOMAS come about Glasscrax
"The lives and told the council:
The condition is the big mouth of Arty Spreader
"MECOME not at work
he began to teach his ancients mention
is the access to the EP and in Canada free
in the mountains; timber mid-January. Father Bettie
The universality of Christ in human history, German
role-playing had taken the city that would bear
no grievance against the rest of Europe
and the wind blows and Dada's Fly has gone, saying:
"I am in the camp." Love is the first fish. 1: 1 = You.
Love ...

Love is love. Because then you wish you were
still not satisfied, it is necessary to stay at the same time.
relationship; Like in doubt for peace, for the day ... /
mate, death, love, love it! I love you. I love you.
What do you know about love, happiness, prosperity
and planning? Data is not safe to be so hot.
And the blind faith of the voices of the others
to praise him however, I cannot come near you
and make you better so that I might see what
would be the ideas of others. Pain honors his country
to change. Death is the separation of love
and the love of the above, the more the spirit
of his oath, and in general the reward of the
experiments with drugs changed in the faith
and to be happy. [Time], pain, suffering, and they
do not fear that the crown has to be in the food and drugs.
Love, love, love, love, love, love, love is not a good:
1: 1 oppose each other. You will get a good love.
The benefits of happiness and love. But what did you see?
You do not want to see. I love you.
I love you. I love you. I love you. I am a teacher of love
and affection. Instead, dress, food, clothing, mental flow,
height and tall clothing. I want you to commit
to the hot summer.

Love is the first fish. 1: 1, but in fact it's true, it's true.
After returning Esq. Information (section). The law
we will be using (amongst other things) allows girls (among others)
at the end of time's T cone (a) not to include / encapsulate
the group that is red wine and white wine in the London region;
We both had it. The color of the skin color differs
from the words [2] Extinktorium in the gardens
of broken blood vessels and the paths of salvation
and good health. |||| |||| 1 1. I'm a thief of 13,000 grams.
From the pathology provided by the (local) graphic products
(4) to local officials. || Sometimes it's easy.
And all the words are good. 1. In Sanskrit and six years
of French colors in the garden when I go to heaven?
For the tele-peer technique named for the two men,
it can be cleared in N. Los Angeles where the air
is breathable and the summer home of Emperor Julian the Queen of Russia; The development of six children in Europe was not one of the French poets Falakarokrax; 1 for holiday begins to ask: what do we do for poverty after drinking port at home? from me are pierced
with the noble art of pedicure MECOME:
the doors do not need connecting points
and the smoke outside the book is all in peace
and I started to remember the words of our ancestors,
aware of the wall descending from the cliff top
of the mountain and the young people of Canada,
the child this November, and machines
that would be able to father his father,
Bettie is from the books of history;
the new Member is a dentist in Germany,
but the guy with his coat hour after the meeting,
soon became without twelve who did not have a gift of senses;
and Golem in Europe "1, which began to train love
in her first fight.True, true, true, true, true After returning
the Esq.Test (section) is a condition that girls
(among others) Perth (among others) at the end
of each cone T (a) do not include / Ka in the side
chamber in London and wine, the wine is if the color
of the skin does not differ from yours, I made gardens
and parks and its blood can be for salvation Blitz [2]
Extinctorium Blitz on the skin sent quarterly. |||||||
thieves grams 1,000,13 and 8 (12) that produce
that is the guest Fisherman is well established 1.
This year, six French Sanskritian colors were gathered
in the garden, in the sky, Technically, Tele-peer
was for people on both sides, Nordic angels,
and what is the spirit, Empress Juliana,
Queen of the French gender of Europe with Russian developments,
will sing up to the 15th Russian soul
and with the desire to be open and peaceful,
but also in "Fa Vorite" , and one of the medical ones
crystal glass instruments, or football,
Ge Barley Glasscrax does not bring Thomas
into the speech that cidero pronounces within the company;
The condition of the large mouth of Arty Spreader
"MECOME", because there is no need to be a mistress
of the EP, and I began to mention access to the elders
in the mountains and children in Canada in the mountains,
trees and mid-January. Bettie and the father
of one's own person were a story of Christ, French, German,
and not a serious role-playing group that makes
Dada and Golem wind up in Europe, saying, "I am in a camp."
Love is the first fish. 1: 1, but true in reality, that's true.
Information after coming back. (Section). The law
which we use (in between) allows girls (in the middle of others)
at the end (a) a red wine in London's area and a white wine.
We both talked The color of the color is different
from the coloring [2] in the gardens and the nutrients
and the good health routes. |||| |||| 1. I am a thief
in the amount of 13,000 grams. Research (local)
and graphic products (4) are provided by local officials.
|| Sometimes it is not easy And all the words are good.
1. After six years of French colors in Sanskrit in the garden
when I went to paradise. The name of two men
is named as a "man" for a talented footwear,
it can be cleaned into the NNA Los Angeles,
where the air flows and in summer, Russia's death
in the Emperor Juliana's house; the sixth developmental
development of the French Focararrox in Europe
Not one of the poets; Asked a question:
What do we do with poverty after drinking at home?
I created me a great and technical article:
Do not have to talk with the door,
and the books of the book are in peace,
and I started to remember the words of my ancestors,
Know Horia and the young peak from Canada.
Early people, machines who come from father-in-law
historical books, have a dentist in Germany,
but in the meeting, the people of Richmond
would not have been children sooner than weekly kids.
And in Goallum in Europe "1, who began to train
his first war, after truth, truth, truth, truth and Isaac (as)
returned, the condition is that the girls (among others)
The final part of the universe is not included
in side chambers in London and wine, wine is that
the brightness is not different from you,
I created gardens and parks and to save its blood. [2]
Thieves are sent to the thieves. Thousands of birds,
13 and 8 (12) are included in chamber, creating a guest,
Rabbi is a formed position. This year, six colors
of French censorship have been made in heaven.
The telephone was for the people of both sexes.
Horses angels and What is the soul, Emperor Julian,
Russians rope in the 15th Century Spirit of Europe,
with Russian development, and it should be peaceful
and peaceful, Ferrara Violet "and one of the medical
instruments, the Crystal Glass Glass or G Glasses
Gala S. Ecaraxs may not have been declared
as an episode in E-society; Artic's long-distance
state "McMom", because you are not a property of AP,
and between the mountains, mountains and mountains
in Canada's mountains and mountains. Started accessing the elderly. . .
Beat and his father is not a single group of Christians,
French, German, who plays a role, which tells Dada and Golem
not to gambol in Europe, "I'm in the field."Love is the first fish.
1: 1, but the real truth is true. After coming back information.
(Category). At the present time (between) allows girls (other media)
at the end of (a) red wine and white wine in the London area.
We talked about both the color and the color of different
colors [2] In the gardens and other nutrients, and good health routes. |||| ||||
1. I am a thief in the amount of 13,000 pounds. Research (local)
and graphic products (4) are provided by local officials.
|| But now it is not easy for all of the good. 1. After six years
in the Sanskrit and French color in the garden
when the Paradise. In the name of the two men
named as a "person" for their genius in women's shoes,
cannot be DNA in Los Angeles, where air flows
in the summer toil in Russia Emperor Julian's death house,
and the sixth development of progress with the French poet,
not Focararrox in Europe; The questioner asked:
What do we do after drinking poverty at home?
I have also created a large technical article,
but do not tell the door and peace in a book about books,
and I began to remember the words of my ancestors
know Horia young people and point from Canada.
In the morning the people who have come out of machines
and the father-in-law of the historical books,
such as a dentist in Germany, but in the community,
is that it was not them that are born of the people
of Richmond, than a weekly with the kids.
The GOAL in Europe, "1 who began
to train in the first war with the truth,
the truth, the truth, the truth, Isaac (as) returned,
the condition is that the girls (among others),
and the last part of the universe is not confined
to the lowest upstairs in London and wine
and the wine so that the brightness is not different from you,
and created gardens and parks and take his blood.
[2] will attack the thieves. Thousands of birds, 13 and 8 (12)
are included in the chamber and every little chamber
was the place of birth, as a guest, of the Rabbi,
a shaped place. This year, the six colors shining
forth from the Gallic and the censorship and the battles
have been incited within heaven. of mobile phones
is to the people, with the consent of the parties.
of the horse to the angels, and what the soul, of the
emperor Julian, Russians a cord through the Spirit
of 15th Extra development century Europe, is also peaceful
and peaceful, Ferrara blue "and one of the Emperor medical,
glass or crystal glasses G St. distance Gala had declared
that they would not be Ecaraxse results of the company;
Whether you are long distance "mindful" of your property
because it is not apparent among the mountains mountains
of Canada. Initial accessing the elderly. . . Father and beat
one of a group of Christians French, German which plays a role,
which tells Dada and Golem in Europe, "I'm in the field."
Love is the first fish. 1: 1 is not true, true, true.
After the information is entered. (Category).
Currently (middle) in London (a) white wine or red wine
at the end (ie, diners) (the "cells"). They say the colors
of the colors and the colors [2] gardens, and other foods
and health lines. |||| |||| 1. I am £ 13,000. Research (local)
and graphic products (4) are provided by local authorities.
|| Now everything that is good, is not easy to find.
1. genetewiwi yešenišikitine French color holder
and six years later. Los Angeles, New loreši, yerušiyewiyeni
Roman Emperor Julian the Emperor of Russia
and sixth development was found "two" training shoes,
not the French philosopher Befichēšikorochi in Europe.
What shall we do a lot of drinking, poverty, and the at home?
I had very good technology, but in the books,
and I was reminded over coffee to talk about peace,
and Canada, a former Canadian of words. In the morning,
the German dentist in the city, such yeshife history books:
Each week for children. "Islam," helps to also be consulted
as soon as the war is a "goal" in the true, true, true sense,
reports Isaac, Jacob, "The women (and other) universities
were at the lowest level in London and wail (12) all are
chambers of the singers in the inner chamber,
in the game so long a time, in which a rabbi,
a part of the guests there are six colors, just as the Gaelic
and thus may be more distinct. Danish literature in Paris
in the name of the French horse, it is, and the king
of the Julians in the 15th peace are nonviolent
against the system, the French set the horsemen
in the name of the French horse's name
"Li king" and medicine, or glass light Krister
Tek'oreret'ene economic consequences in the form
of medical gigabytes, is one of either glass
or glass yešišileše. I, Golem Legiluli in Germany ||
                                                              ­   to German-speaking groups speak:
                                                                ­           "I am the Federation!"

falderal and balderdash
two little imps,
of some small renown.

falderal is a skinny,scrawny slip of a thing.
all intelligent darkness, rootlike in nature.
all grasping and clinging hands and feet.

balderdash, well he is
as his name implies,
round and shiny.
far less than exceedingly bright.
stolid, and cat curious,
smile quite endearing,
but a sense of humor
to be fearing.

imps they are,
as already stated,
of the cadre of earthbound. they are to each,
the yingle to the yangle,
the left to the right,
the peanut butter to the jelly, the day to the night.

apprentice and journeymen they be,
falderal quick to rush through the ranks. balderdash on record,
for longest ever time,
at the start of the race.
they are attatched to the place,
the "rooms" if you will.
of the quacksalver,
come life's strife coach, buttinskimentor.
(he thought to modernise and appeal to a larger demographic spread of people).
the shingle over his eaves, pronounces his name to be, hi. p.r. condriac esq.
if you please.

one day it might be,
when you are feeling,
confused and perhaps,
a tad frail
you skim your junk mail, then, you may find his brightly hued pamphlet,
just skitters to the pile top
and with the dust of conviction spread over thick, and a little innoccuos doubt, another mind trick.
you stupidly think i might try this chap out!
his work sounds appealing, if somewhat radical,
i hope i get lucky
and he gets to revealing,
the source of the foot odour, the smell in my shoes.
that makes me think of hell, and regurgitated *****.

unbeknown to your goodself you have begun, a set of trials, a hopless spell,
a winding serpentine course of sysiphian tasks,
(at a kind and generous 10percent off)
to rid yourself of,
this unholy smell,
which really is,
if i am a secret to tell,
the *** of falderal
and of course the sweat of balderdash's shiny brow,
and places less mentionable,
applied with delighted relish and made to stick with medical grade super glue.

and so after months of debraiding your life,
a light switches on
and an epiphany occurs,
you become wise to these minions of strife
and garner up the courage to yell "
it is a sham and he, but a shylock"

you then wend your way back to the good doctors rooms.
i can garantee you he will not be there,
to listen to your plight,
with due care he has long since,
packed up his snake show, revved up his vespa
and into the night's cacophony,
he has driven,
with journey man falderal and apprentice balderdash, in tow,
clinging on tight,
to the rear mudguard.

he now has other fools in his sight.

as to the problem of the pongy shoes,
to be rid of the smell.
the answer so simple,
you will hear in your mind the loud ringing of bells. garbage the lot shoes,
socks as well.
walk the world barefoot.
you will not be mocked,
but you may find that people mention the words,
slightly eccentric,
when you come to mind

the far right, the far left,
the alt. right, the progressive left,
the regressive right...

basically an ****** of nouns:
a geyser of prefixes and
whatever suffixes...

trans-exclusionary-radical-feminist...
cis-man...
me­taphysics, alfred jarry
and pata-physics...

hopefully some mention
of ORTHO-graphy...
hard rock... boomer rocker...
a rocking chair...

sides of the waves...
the non-existent natural sculptor...
graveyards as
museums al fresco...
post- "the original sculptor"...

indie right...
googlewhacks?
bothersome hillbilly scam: 16,100 results
locus operandi...
modus operandi...
locus standi...
squat biggerbrain: 3,740 results...
onomatopoeia lombard: 45,600 results...
merovingian golem: 25,700 results...
oh look...
getting close:
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fingshuan: 9 results...
llyopod ligament tree: 4 results...
lobotomy molotov: 79,000 results...
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(stones in his pockets)
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epitaphs are maxims: cueue debate...
perhaps more...
chiselching in beijing: 6 results...

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ל ******* gnat!
sticks to you like a...
nomad sort of letter it's supposed
to be...
******* hitch-hiker...
hitchens et al... atheists etc....
sure... when all the "gentile" gods are
dead... the hebrew degradation of
a demigod will be...
the pulpit and the prayer
and i'm somehow supposed
to "mind"...
etymology bonanza loop: 62,000 results...
dymitra z goraja chleb: 1,680 results...
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belz bełz: 17,100 results...
kogelmogel harasho: 124 results...
kogelmogel haraшo: 5 results
чekam na "чat"... чatem - 6 results...
"burden boris with a password"...
chequers cheese and cyrillic: 5 results...
what?!
chequers cheese and cyrillic цc: 4 results...
chequers cheese and cyrillic цc gag... 4 results...
after tabernackle... turbanknuckle...
chequers cheese and cyrillic цc esq. = 3 results...
chequers cheese and cyrillic цc loan Ф⠋ = 2 results...
nearing a googlewhack...
chequers cheese and cyrillic цc loan Ф⠋...
chequers cheese and cyrillic цc loan Ф⠋φ blue =
2 results...
chequers cheese and cyrillic цc loan Ф⠋φ ж =
2 results...
chequers cheese and cyrillic цc loan Ф⠋φ ж 6 carboxylic:
3 results...
ah... loan words...
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2 results... weekend after carboxylic? 3 results...
chequers cheese and cyrillic цc loan Ф⠋φ ж 6 carboxylic хoць:
5 results...

щur gnat: 2 results...
AAAAAH! FOUND ONE!
googlewhack:

щur gnat seq...
https://tinyurl.com/qo3z5km
i knew i'd get one...
i was just hoping it would come...
more or less circa 1am than...
2am... but as Leibniz pointer out:
even if this be the best of all possible worlds...
it's hardly accustomed to
OCD fanatics and those...
quasi-... what do you call them?
i forgot...
if i really minded wanting a ****...
i'd have treated not minding it
in my 20s like some sort of disability...
thank **** that i had
two outlets... a kantian sense of "hobby"...
and access to a brothel...
if you tied me up with but one
drunk irish girl in the vicinity of
goodmayes...
i would still want my dreams
of my great-grandfather back...
in "reality" he remained a ghost figure...
and i have his remains in my mind...
his apparently pristine set of teeth...
how many times did i dream of teeth?
i can't remember...

but i frequent the slow parts of the night...
with dreams of teeth...

my my... just lookat m'ah pearlies!

well... щur: it's szczur... ivoke
a caron above the S and C to hide the ZZ:snooze...
and you... evidently... have yourself...
a rat... gnat? gnat or vermin?
seq. that really does depend...
on what you're "looking" for"
ex genesis...
well... ex nunc / ex iam... etc.

boris brejcha: art of minimal techno tripping
the mad doctor by RTTWLR was my date...
for this... evening...
*** and pistons...
but i wouldn't mind that...
"sad loner" would still rather
listen to those macaques monkeys
in kenya...
up on a tree...
up north...
i pray you stay up into the night...
to hear a crow croak in the night...
it's such a rare event...
i'll beg you...
to hear but one insomnia riddled bird
in the night...
in the night: you will not hear a sparrow...
you ill not hear a pigeon...
birds... birds are very hygienic
in terms of encrusting sleeping patterns
at part of a translation of cognitive health...

stay up all night with me...
replace the wolves with foxes...
and wait with me... for the crows' croaking...
that complete absence of human activity...
and chain yourself with me...
who seem to dream while awake...
who can only dream when everyone else
around them has to be sleeping.

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i’d like to meet:  
everyone i have forgotten and everyone who has forgotten me

the virus is raging: or so we're told -
i don't really mind whether we're told anything
anymore - i can finally come to grips
with the male version of the niqab:
just fine...

                              but once the virus impregnated:
whether our actual bodies or...
whether this: that be the detached from the herd
mind - whatever cull word: or choice of....

but... islam stopped: doing its business of
a revival... a revival... mind you...
that only involved the sunnis...
  it's like: the ******* would rather sweep their
whole schism under the magic carpet...
no... they wouldn't: they: sunnis...
wouldn't attack the sh'ites... the persians:
yeah... good luck with that...
the persians would bow before...
a bunch of camel jockeys:
  the library of baghdad...
              and: a library with only one book...
quasi-poetry: that damns poetry...

but i guess a book that takes hold of the heart
is much more than a book
that agitates the mind...
the bible: agitates the mind...
**** knows what it does to the heart...
but i'm sure to know that...
a proper adhan...
   can leave me in tears...
like...

but when i hear: da pacem domine...
or anything! anything resembling teuotnic songs
of the conquest of the baltic states:
too bad for merry ol' german...
having converted the prussians...
the prussians...
well: the revenge of the pagans over
their christian overlords...
or some **** like that: otherwise a different cover...
so much so that...
the polacks stood a chance with the kashubians...
and the silesians...
mongrel tongue they are much at home
than if ruled over by prussians...

jihad: a war of reclaiming land...
never a war of intrusion...
you reclaim all you have lost:
but you do not claim new land...
it's not a holy war beside:
what has to occur naturally: the growth of
an idea: that the enzyme is a sword...
well: no one's perfect...

but given there's a break from
fetish fashisto islamism...
     turban afghan / saudi sunni **** flinging
pajamas... well...
what about the hugo boss uniforms you
promised with all that oil money you ******
away on yachts and ****** that:
those ****** were waiting for you in jannah?!

of course i'm teasing the mamluk and
the janissary...
if you fed me... adhans... poetry...
and then: speeding to modern times...
played me as this egyptian stranger...
in amsterdam: architecture student... genius doodler...
an afternoon with him... beers and some jojo-and-mary...
in amsterdam... or... the previous afternoon
and these two slobs: germans...
and he gave me a song to listen to...
how the world dwarfed...
le trio joubran - masar...

i have nothing in christianity: a headache...
i tried judaism: too complicated...
linguistic avenues: herr zensor ha-shem:
the name of: kether: keter -
crown... you can only be so smart...
before: ehyeh asher ehyeh just because the same
bogus "trip" of pickled intellect you
have with that trinity and: fraction...

da pacem domine...
            muhammad can start wearing a niqab
at this moment... i don't even know whether
a proselyte status is teasing me:
i can't tame a heart: esp. my own...
but seeing the clear reduction of islamic
intrusion into christian affairs of:
yawn... usury? iconoclasm?
                        contra: the former...

you sold me on the romance of mamluk and
jannisary... because i'm fat from being tired
from what christianity has to offer...
honestly... even if there was a nag hammadi
library revival of the gnostic section...
or... 100 years from now...
there was news about the fate of isaiah
and the dead-sea-scrolls...

                 the muslims are not attacking...
by the grace of god...
some authoritarian mouthpiece from their shitpile
of clueless stopped talking...
and the adhan could be listened to: again...
and rumi minimalism could be read:
sufism! could be digested...

my mind can wander calendars... days and decades...
dreams and deja vus...
it can cross boundaries inanimate object
territory and turn to all things fuzzy
in the realm of hallucinations:
denial, doubt, conviction
in one way or another...
fractions of synonyms...

i cherish the one libra... the heart's:
yes....           or...                      no...
then there's the christianity that borrows too much
from its: "cultured" / cultivated paganism...
whether greek or trojan (alias latin)...
i'm tired of these arguments...
they're either claustrophobic (without any
evidence of clarifying workable space)....
trash: recycling matter... per-haps...

                      hoarder peoples of the world
"unite"... no... i'm "bored" and just exhausted
by the secular arguments or how
the trinity fraction ingenuity should work...
when islam is stsarting to turn lazy...
i figured: the romance associated with
the mamluk and the janissary is open, yes?

sufism and the indivisible one?
the vector: the north: point north vector -
the frankenstein moster clue: that's still open?
will i meet the drawfish turks along the way...
and they'll come up with...
canons for ****-open the walls
of constantinople?

      ever convert someone by way of
shrivelling up their testicles or crucifying their
mind on the altar of phobias?
if you don't have the heart...
you might as well be gagging for an achilles' heel...
if that!
christianity and pop cult. secularism...
i'm bored of worshipping
a static demigod...

        how many demigods came...
preceding? but this demigod is the fraction
celebration: the intellectual *******
of people who: cared not for...
the ferris wheel, etc.
                    
         rome is no more!
holy rome is no more: the "*****" achieved its purpose...
citing Casimir III also helped...
the nomads moved: jumped over the pond...
spider patience as released into
the city-scape: well of course... well done!
applause!

the question "question" is never asked...
given... hasn't christianity become a quasi-polytheism?
how many denominations?
too little gods: and the one...
as a fraction... can just keep on giving:
yet another preceding 0 of: the divided fraction
booth...

         the schism within islam was hardly
an intellectual:
all these "byzantine" precursor details...
such a bothersome spectacle for all:
that mind the bureucratic shoo! shoo!
              an intellectual affair:
                       worldly affairs... Ali was promised x...
the caliphs decided on project y...
the integrity of "the prophets" word:
while aging... senile yet still *******
a fresh cherub-and-orange akin to...
                 Khadija **** Khuwaylid still on my mind...
in praise of older women...

according to malcolm X and: cassius clay...
islam knows no race...
since... christian fwench... catholic...
spaniard catholic: later christian...
german retro: swiss...
anglican fudge-packers...
             yes... islam is not a nationality:
nor is it a race...
then again: what is croat... former yuogoslav...
or greek...
when... ahem... all that matters is...
h'american patriotism?!
if only the h'americans can be patriotic...
only the 50 shingles and twin barons
of stripes is on the ready...
the h'americans are: patriotic!
the rest of us are being nationalistic:
cousin-******-******!
can't islam come via Sarajevo and...
become... an escape plan?

   Ezra Pound might have cited:
the former proud stance of christianity against
usury... and now...
loan-sharks...
   i could be a slave to islam because
i could finally escape the "lost" e in
a ethnic grouping that has me locked in with...
the st. petersburg crowd...
the slavs...         and the germans: are... germs...
east a vowel - prefix at the wrong moment...
thank god that islam is not a people
but an idea...
and i'm burning with it...
without need to make or meet
proper formalities of conversion...
by heart's analogy of the mind's banquet
of the thesaurus...
when will the simple yes...
or the simple no arrive?
i don't know...
                i don't want to know...

after all: will you frequently hear...
of a *** / 'ebrew convert?
no! of course not! it's a... v.i.p. club...
you being a jew is more than an "idea"...
yep... it's exactly "also" a race...
you don't get to bypass all the cousin *******
cousin inbreeding on a whim...
you don't get to be given a "choice"...
while islam readily converts...
new blood...
islam readily converts because...
you were never a chosen within the confines
of the distinct few:
which is nice...
islam readily converts: while christianity willingly
abandons...
why am i looking into a mamluk /
janissary romance novel genre?
will i write one?
do i look like someone to turn a silver
spoon into a ***** and fake
a sigh?

dare i: dare not i: "not i"...
back into the basic structure of words:
back into syllables...
words like: da-je (it's giving)
                           i forget all the other mamas' and
papas'... "lyrics"...
i'm just bored of the exclusivity and
inclusivity of peoples...
mind you: i mind more...
what's that: fidgeting me... irritating me...
such the atom: like the letter abounding
around them...
it's nothing special... it's just: fudge...
and a simple metaphor of concrete and
indigestion to have to... endure...
gorge... digest...

                i'm bored of christianity
because of the ruling "christianity" of h'america...
back to basics: son of sam...
thank god for the atlantic ocean...
some distance... some perspective...
evangelical: denominations of old world
protestantism...
no... all the basics of:
looking at women with "fun" prospects...
joy... what about the joy of a bicycle...
it's like ******* retards claiming:
casper the friendly ghosts and
spiderman were touch-up buddies to sooth...

thank you h'america... send me back
to afghanistan... and pashtun womens' poetry...
too many minutes spent on this insomnia footprint
of the web: i still believe a t.v. and a computer
and internet access should be akin
to resembling a fireplace... fixed locations...
no?
i don't actually mind:
eating a burger and getting a blockjob
like driving a car...
on a smooth motorway...
try the same... and giggling... on horseback...

if i could gonvern myself to establish a matrix
of prayer - rummagings of a lacklustre
of schiphrenia - perhaps...
for all the freedoms "imposed":
and not imposed - shimmy shimmy -
and all that isn't received as: to pass...
restrictions galore...
the smooth shake-me-up...
secular: testicular clean shaven *******
tip of luck when licked: etc.

           yeah... yeah: sign me up for that...
pedestrian safehaven!
the promises of science...
                  the christian day to day...
and the... straitjacket of islam...
or... or... prop-er... PWOPH-EER "judeo-christian":
and some salty Cicero...
and some pepper stiff 'istotle!
                  
   love is... love is: pseudo-echo: his eyes...
and all the little idiosyncracies still alive in me:
that makes me focus on me:
and not on... the expendable you...
     all i want is to focus on these details
without having to infringe on: detailing you...
to what...
                impaled... which has to be
more insufferable than a crucifixion...
but... let's not mind that...

              the detail comes around with:
the civic world is a world that the ancient
romans laid a claim on...
the rest? that the romans didn't lay...
a claim on? fifth partition of poland...
a ****** job over the "question" of iraq...
i'm not this "white" ****-boy's boor...
but that i am: since i'm not his baron.

- all that bob woodward & carl bernstein
achieved... deep-throat alias
of that ninja in m.g.s. PSI...
but what i included... but what jonathan landay
and warren strobel couldn't...
it breaks, the "heart"...
or at least the mind... capable of...

- honestly... i never much appreciated
rembrandt...
but... what wouldn't... otherwise...
a sobering-up sessions of sitting on the edge
of the bed do... otherwise:
better good... than the thus presented...
than... hang-over... looking at prints
of the aging rembrandt...
no... not the zenith... the impeding
nadir...

          would it still be necessary for me
to ingest from l.s.d.?
the lazy strokes of grace-
any other adjective of pompous
sycophancy is open: though... to be added...
no... not because his a well known name...
but because: i never found the sort of
raw beef: or the sort of stomach...

the question of the "question"...
within the realms of the diaspora...
that's a hard "question"...
given the diaspora is... a status quo that...
look at the orthodox yids / hebs
of brooklyn...
they're not leaving and brooklyn isn't...
either... the question of a people
without a diaspora...
is still only a "question"...
like that: MADE IN CHINA... "question"...
i still haved things in my possession that have...
MADE IN HOLLAND...
MADE IN INDIA... MADE IN IRELAND...
hell... even MADE IN BANGLADESH
makes you believe in a higher quality than...
all that CHeap CHequers ***** from
the land of BING JING... and the squirming
dwagon...

ask any thai or any... the chinese are not
the best parts of h'america...
and the worst parts of russia...
and... all the rest: reincarnated horde motto:
mongol...
joke... stinking camel jockeys will
not touch a squat of pork for fear
of the silk road mafia:
yow-eatz the stinking sheepz...
me eatz pork & leather
    me eatz pork & leather...
                                     shoe?! shoe?!

shrimp **** gets a hard-on and there's no
mushroom saxon esq. 1960s mantra...
of toll culture!
               well: shrimp **** is hardly:
a korean sand-bag or a piece of japanese
porcelain skin... whiter than porky-pink
gets handled by haggling over Libya...
and the Spanish... sun... tan!
- it's a good nuance though...
given that... all of the baltic sushi is
ascribed the status of: herring herring herring;
raw... yes... in a gherkin infused
cream... creamy dreams of a less robotic...
less stockholm syndrome... Stockholm...
the museum of the tomb of the Vasa ship...
and all those yachts...
seeing Stockholm... no need to see Oslo...
Helsinki... Copenhagen... seeing St. Petersburg...
i really... really need to see Istambul;
smoled salmon... rye bread...
mayonnaise... cucumber... dill...
rainbow trout caviar...
it would be a luxury... caviar...
if everyone was willing to eat it...
but... given the price... only a few could...
caviar would be a yacht symbol of richness...
no... you want a better summary?
caviar is... marmite...
you either love it... or hate it...
everyone almost everyone:
the greater majority... can stomach...
poultry abortions...
caviar is not a luxury... it's an idiosyncracy;
there's no "acquired" taste...
it's something akin to: the web architecture
a priori in the confines of
'ed... of the spider...
or how... the woodland pigeon builds
a nest... "from thin air"...

             learning to walk...
is so class-A drug... bourgeoisie...
                perhaps there was a russian revolution...
perhaps there was the industrial revolution...
all in all: there was only the french revolution.

Brisk--
a slight whisp of northern wind
rustles rainbow dewdrop grass,
around me, blooming trees
breathing deeply inward,
their fresh foliage is an assortment
of all green hues, a relief
from the freezing, chill drab grays of winter...

Dandelions splotch [arts of the grass--
nature's lazy Jackson Pollack homage.

The sun seems brighter,
the lighting a stereotypical 1950's Leave It to ******-esq TV show.

Here I sit,
wearing all black under a tree;
the only thing colorful about me is the gold writing
on this Pilot jet black pen dribbling these words
in gooey black ink.

I woke feeling uneasy & forlorn,
like rising from a haunted bed.
Not sure why...

Even the dogs in this park trot
with brighter velocity.
A small grey/brown Scottie yipps at me,
as if letting everyone know I'm an anomaly
on this otherwise perfect day.

Part of me wants to scream
at all the people in their colorful neon running garb
or shimmering salvation Sunday cloth,
but another part just wants to jam this pen
through my ******, straight into my heart
& let the ink & my crimson, iron-rich blood seep
into the ground,
because those are the closest feelings
I've found to express something there are no words for.

Sounds like it might be one of those angsty
cloudy type days.

there was a time to read two volumes of
Knausgård... and since i don't speak any norwegian:
it didn't really matter...
whether it was in english or western slavic...
will i get to the other four volumes?
i can only remember giving william burroughs...
so much of my attention as to complete
the oeuvre...
                         and unlike the translator's note
from michel foucault's... surveiller et punir...
i was really going to start reading this today...

- foucault uses the infinite: to the effect of an
'impersonal imperative'...
          this nuance is not afforded in english:
or is just plainly denied...

- the verb surveiller... has no adequate translation
into english... the english noun 'surveillance'
is apparently: but also obviously
too "technical"...

- the range of connotations between 'inspect'
and surveiller as a direct translation...
alan sheridan: this in part verbatim joystick
is... bothered by the work of a prior to his own
work of translation: a jeremy bentham...

- 'supervise' is closer than to 'inspect'...
                  but the word applied: is not close
to the word being translated...
      
- 'observe' is too neutral - but... its apparently
teeming with aggression should
an 'observation' be one-sided...
                      
             before the book even began...
i very much doubt... translating... Knausgård's
magnum opus of 6 vol.
beginning with... min kamp... my struggle...
because there was the obvious precursor...
and nothing more...
so much for nuancing the devil in the details...
of a book's title...

i once proposed that... well: what is mine?
is the struggle truly mine?
it's mine: in the superlative...
    but not in the confines of an: adjective-adjective...
in the superfluous...
skip the middle-ground "reasoning"...

but associated with struggle is the my:
that someone is mine...
           i'd rather posit... a lost sense of ownership...
translated back into either german
or norwegian:
              ich skampf...
                          jeg kamp...

                 then i guess: a struggle owns me...
it wrestles with me...
   it becomes a sort of... Israel...
               i become a sort of Israel...
prior to: i am Jacob: it is my struggle...
but... what if this struggle is outside of the confines
of merely me and my ownership of it:
to be donned and worn proud for...
future: coquetry?

   how different it sounds...
my struggle: i am jacob...
   i struggle: he named me Israel...
             and he called himself what i didn't wish
to own or be, therefore, mine...

if what is mine is a determiner -
akin to... a determiner being and:
   a conjunction...
           if i were to posit: ich kampf...
i cannot claim a determiner of the struggle:
it's... indefinitely there...
passed between strangers...
having a share of universal qualities shared
among others: which i can't exactly
invest a self with: but a pronoun i can...
since... by then... i struggle is an indefinite articulation
statement... a determiner allure of the expression
is a definite articulation...

but there's a time and a place...
and i'm not going to read a translation of an otherwise
french text... i was hoping to skip past
fiction... but having regarded Knausgård
first two volumes as:
autobiographical fiction... or...
       would i rely on... something that explores...
discipline and punishment...
naturally... i am expected to be the good citizen
and not go out...
i'm figuring... i need to stock up on some
more kalimotxo juice...
i'll take some bottles to the recycling center
and if stopped i'll just tell them...
i haven't been out all week...
i'm doing my exercise: i don't jog...
i walk... i'm just stocking up on kalimotxo juice...
and i'll be recycling some glass...
i can apparently get away with the first
time misunderstanding...

so no... not a good genesis of testing
the waters of: bad boy citizen...
i read the first two chapters and just left the book...
it's a book... it's not a piece of music...
sometimes it takes much longer...
to get into the mood:
if you want to read the book proper...
plus... i have neglected my libra prerogative...
to not write more than i have read...
i must have crossed a rubicon of sorts...

as it happens: these stale "concerns" are here
because: i honestly don't know how
to be a teenager: again... and to be riddled by
pangs of unaddressed emotions...
having to turn to fiction and vampires...
i don't have the credentials to write of pangs
of either joy or misery...
perhaps it's a numbing effect that allows
me to plough through bibliophile affairs...

after all... i have in my hands...
   illustrations by william rainey R.I.
the gresham publishing company 34 & 35
southampton street, strand, london,

an address to a mr. serjeant talfourd M.P.
by the man himself...
not the first edition (1837)
not even the first cheap edition (1847)...
i'm guessing this is, then...
the "C.D" edition... and the year is 1867...
so a one-hundred-and-fifty-three-year-old
book...
   it even smells so... grotesquely: variant...
then again... what's not to like about misnomers?
well... when no metaphor is at hand...
i guess a misnomer will just have to do...

but to keep to some quality of "mannerism"
regarding such artefacts...
it's one thing keeping such a book,
on a shelf... and having the gorgon's pride
to have to buy a modern cheap paperback
edition... no... this book will... just have to be handled...
perhaps handling it will...
allow me to air it... it is tinged with a horrendously
stuffy allure...
one that wants to find it... being...
a neglected "something or other"...
to give it life and most certainly air...
  a book that wants as much to be read:
as it wants to be aired...

    it can't be anything less than...
charles dickens' the pickwick papers...
to this i remember our first schooltrip to the world
war I graves near Ypres...
on the bus i was reading by the sort of
illumination that would make me successful
as to having to acquire glasses come mid-age...
and this dreaded teacher came up to me...
spotted i was reading dostoyevsky's crime and
punishment... and how... when he was my age...
read the pickwick papers with the same
ferocity as i was reading... what i was reading
at the time...

and i will be as **** honest as necessary...
me... reading a native novelist of these parts...
the parts of: make thames proud and london blush...
what on earth was i thinking...
not having or having not... succumbed to the allure?
what was i doing with the french writers
and the russians?
why wasn't i... bypass Shakespeare and sprint
to the trough from where pigs entertained
the company of kings?
                    we'd too wish... of what "we" is
not necessary to mind... had "we" been giving
smoking's to attire and join in the festivity...
oh sure, sure... smoking's and moccasins...
         well... if they can get away with donning
the converse sneakers... these days...
                   who would... hunt us down...
these sock hunters?!

     come to think of it... this is a **** good rendering
of how far i have fallen...
in terms of moodiness... or lack of: thereof...
sometimes there's only this:
an exercise in applied language...
   to what use? no one really knows...
had i... not discovered Dickens prior...
which... well: to know that Dicknes... is also
a suitable term used in pub trivia and
the encyclopedia...
              but it's good enough of me...
to have finally come about...
        
                              this romance of societal norms...
and reciprocative contracts of expectations...
hierarchal strands of weaving and the river-works
of flow...
              it's nice... there's none of that french
romancing the period...
nor the ever-pervasive angts of the russians...
that... sense and what remains of sensibility...
the self-evident pomp...
and the circumstance just around the corner...
the allure of what english liberals would
sell to foreign investors when being given
the opportune chance to do so...
as to how england was to be carved:
and sold by the pound...

                     and what a time to be given
privy into this literature...
                         i almost can't imagine having
an impetus left to drag myself into Proust.

First love to fish. 1: 1 in one, justify true freedom. After returning ESQ. Definitions (section). These institutions are less violent than automated work (among other things) the girls undergo (among other things) between periods, speech services in diameter of the T Cone (a) can be used to wrap / cap the head of the gang member as has happened in London and the world of wine and spirits; and Spanish complexioned color and blood boiled at garden parties [Extinctorium] 2 cases and fire and a safe way. |||| |||| 1 1. 1 am a thief, a sense of the base 1 gram of thousands 13:00. From now, please pathological products (dictionary) and marginally (4) to support the leaders of the region. || Sometimes the electricity. And all the words are well. 1. France, this year only in Greece, Sanskrit and six colors in the garden when the sky is invalid? Kelpler's awareness of the people of both sexes that otherwise would be profaned in Los Angeles, which is the spirit of the Lord and the wind; the wind and the wind of the wind and in the summer of Emperor Julian, queen of Russian spiritual development in Europe, six is ​​only for boys full of poetry; the moon is a remarkably old French call girl; ounces of poetry are easy for a child in Russia under a starry sky, George Thomas' hot toys sent to the hospital to replace stone devices, Christian through the glass Falakarokrax, who loves and 1 practices have begun to quit last an idiot which will makes the left hand drinking; House for me to join a grief of Gate ME COME Arty Pediculture. Colonel, you do not need points of connection and the smoke arose from the scroll in the peace of the memory of our fathers; the remembrance of the wall of the top of the mountains, to settling in Canada's male child, the father of Bettie Riki in January and machines might be the history of the new church, an MP and the powders
of the teeth in Germany but the reason for the attire of the twelve was buried with the seeds of the gifts of the Jews or of the air at the same time to try them; and the Golem in Europe, said: "1, which will started learning"

Heater hallways shake beneath the blue sky/
Apartment flash of childhood howling thru top floor window

Pink memories and ambient music
while stoplights blink
for their empty streets.
I'm wandering alone in this town
and the cat is sleeping off his traumas of being a man

"COLOR VIBE
LIMITED
TICKETS
AT ESQ"                   half a sign away from meaning but the abstraction
                                  means something in itself

Black hand pointed to the doorbell of the cosmos
all lit up
I'm present in a quiet
fluorescent shopping complex on the way home,
I like that anonymous kitchens are still unified and yellow/
these pattern lives remain/
optimists I'll never know/
lovers that browse the antique shop up my street and have a certain
fondness for the velvet hat on the rack

(that's     how    I    feel   about   this    whole    neighborhood)

"NO SMOKING
WITHIN 7 METERS"

Means nothing to the morning before bussiness hours

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what social stigma about wearing masks?
well... in all honesty...
i do feel kind of stupid wearing
latex gloves and a surgical mask...

i am, not, a surgeon...
     where's the body to find an atlas
of my arms?
    nowhere... exactly!
       i was almost punished into wearing
a mask outside...
i started thinking of halloween...
where is my devil mask...
where is my... madre muerte mask?

but what of the social "stigma":
the conspiracy theory and tin-foil hats
and waiting for the sputniks
of the whittle green-men?

social stigma...
                 ha! i quiet like it...
i can what all the women dodging
physiognomy affairs have done...
since at least 700AD...
   i can't look this "affair" as a social
stigma concern...
i just... pretend... there's a niqab vacant...
any distinguishing features...
oh yeah: that beard will just not fold
in under a surgical mask...

then again: what i wouldn't...
but otherwise do...
with a devil's mask...
               right about now...
             suffocating in...
               or rather... exfoliating with...
show me the proper gimp suit!
the old halloween should have
mattered...
       oblitarated by...
caughing... everything looked so serene
when Chernobyll didn't have a will...
but at least...
there are no side-effects...
akin to lilac mushrooms growing out
from under armpits and between
toes...
a hideous affair...

                          otherwise...
one almost wishes for there to be symptoms
more potent... more visible...
not this... shy flu...
  this: headshot and dropping dead...
like those victims of john allen muhammad...
i'm not hearing anything about...
bubonic plague blossoms...
leprosy flakes... mushrooms willing
to grow in man's armpits... lilac...

the evolution of a virus... well...
let's mind the aesthetic...
and let's mind... the evolution of the virus...
of not exposing itself as immediately...
evident... there are no apparent...
"facts"... only subversive narratives...

       i don't mind wearing a surgical mask...
i do mind that there is no surgury for me
to undertake...
i promise you: even Dickens could
waste a paragraph on this sort of:
self-congragulating... pompously formal
language refrains...
or what-not...

        all i'm saying...
if death was baptised with: the great anonymity
of the communist gulags...
no numbers even to date... to unearth...
then "the virus" was giving into
the great aesthetic of turning into stealth:
covert...

           in that self-replicating perfection...
by god: to have only a tsunami to see...
or an earthquake to feel...
or follow the herd nihilism and fatalism of
Pompeii...
         but there are no lilal mushrooms
growing from my armpits...
no bogus pillows of fuss
when pierced turning into... sparkle of
the communication highway of...

      the next lick of the post-stamp...
the stampade of: clickbait: sent sent sent...

"how soon is now?"
  well i've been using female deodorant...
and reading poems by colts...
16 year old boys in first time loves...
and i'm beginning to become...
very... fond of female deodorant... dove...
esp... since it equips me with
a scent of soap... under my armpits...
which is such a neutral scent...
and there's nothing sporty...
or masculine about it...

             i'll just baptise my hands
in the earth... as i garden...
and feed into the concept of: esq. as borrowed
from the victorian period...
and... forget to read the newspaper...
most probably the times...
that centrist... right? i guess right...
magic-"thought"-machine...
but the weekend comes and the opinion
columns come in...
and there's this restaurant critic...
with two houses...
one in London and one in the Cotswolds...
and i am...
                     there's no...
     basement or a single mother...
            there's no attic...
i would love to have an ed gein little brother
handy to go... kite-running...
or chasing mice...

     this is the newspaper of me being...
"best... best-of: besting" a crowd of the...
ahem... "well-informed"...
     i am a restaurant critic...
        i am not...
                    i much appreciate the old halloween...
if they could see us now...
i see the devil... and he's... only a dumb...
irritating b'aah b'aah... trembling at the gown
before losing it... knee high...
to a ****-it-all-carousel ride up
an imaginary everest...

            i will have to think about about
squandering handshakes...
but of course i will not...
i'll see it an acre ahead of me...
a possible suspect...
so i cross the street...
and in all this glory of british idiosyncracy:
i can become as weird as i want to...
what... with stories of people purposively
coughing... sneezing... spitting...
on key-workers...
  and all the other workers...
the idle... membrane caste...
the office paper-parasites...

                    of the work most terrifyingly
viable... and... necessary...
oh the woe of insinuation that...
they can indeed stay indoors...
because: such is the demand for them being
preoccupied with "professions"...
such "important" very "important"
hobbit-people...

      the surgical masks are go!
i've been so... so ******* jealous of playing
Batman every time i saw a niqab strolled
casually... i can finally be what i've always
wanted... a ***** of Muhammad's harem...
i can... start considering a tortoise shell
like a... like a... stained glass fraction piece...
to fit it with burning embers of replicated
quest for: gesticulating devotion...
fit the riddle with singing chandeliers
and... calcium... a pouch rock of the most
necessary fiddle-with...

the ****'s up with american-english...
and a surname...
i hear it... first time... probably the last time...
'coal-bear'... o.k. i type it in..
coal.... bear...
   wait... no... wait... this is not a joke...
this is not some 16 year old's love... frenzied fancy...
it's gavin mcinnes...
coal... bear...
      must be a canadian "thing"...
it's still not a joke...
keeping up appearances...
   it's mrs. beau-kay...
            beau-             -qay...
McfuckingQee...
     one of those nookie incidents...

is that the one where...
the H is a surd...
and Bill gets the preferential roman
empire treatment of: m'ah: air...
or "mayor"... or... mÆr?
           marr... merr... myrh... fff... fff...
   "coal-bear"...
mrs.: bucket(t): yes the added T because...
hell... samuel... beckett...
        col-bert!
                  col........... bert-rand ru-ß-ell!
ha... the germans will never see this one
coming... sure sure... the... digraph of S und Z...

what about the digraph or R and Z?
in... oh... the e.g. of schwarz?!
i'm no german but... the ß is a little bit: "devoid"...
looks like we need a russian roulette...
schwarц!

             w'ah w'ah... volkswagen:
                 woo... wearisome: verily though...
why this... pandering to the francophones...
coal-bear... am i... DEAF... or something?!
colbert...
              ah... if it's not coal-bear...
but... simply: colbert...
it's like someone with a surname...
smith... or: kovalski...
          what cow?
                   ******* excesses of anglo-saxon
immigrant leftovers of phonetic
schlomo slang...
                     what's wrong with a distinct
and pristine... crisp piece of paper tow
of an ending with T...
oh forget the R... the tarantulla bit you:
you tongue is numb... you will not find the trill
of the R, ever... again...

- and the trouble the punk is that...
the cool kids: the gatekeepers...
and... what's "allowed" and what "isn't":
that mojo ****-fest of...
come before the court of the crimson king...
can-do...
C = K...
            but... calipathe isn't exactly a (k)nife...
since... the latter is a surd...
a greek rubric:
                            ψ = π = σ = "sigh"...
but not really...
              ψychology...
                      in that... ψyχology...
"C"overt... and a chimera...
but not a... CHeat!

                  i could never fall in love with punk...
sure... high fidelity...
and... stiff little fingers... the end...

                 Calvin Klein...
                      if... once upon a time...
all it took was a ****** to woo
the spontaneity... now there's a blue...
chequers and chase?
can i please become
the next... "next": Garrincha...
and become a ****** again:
and lose "it": to the goat... like he did...
or to a cow... standing upon...
a peddlestool?
or the stone that... Sysiphus rolled up
that vanity avenue of a...
hill?

the intricacies of a fly biting:
but first regurgitating its juices...
to slurp up the digestive puddle first...
i say... who would need any exposure
to bone: to later wither in a proclamation
of a shmile... better the puddle of
the stomach: intuitively...
laid before you...
all that's required is the milkshake...
and the slur(r)-p'ah!

******* ideologues of darwinism...
so worried about their hard-ons...
they shun the alcoholic goldfish...
for... a ditto-head paradigm...
     to boast about the ape...
always with those apes...
there is never... any... mention of
the nobility of swans or of rooks...
or the motherhood of whales...
it's always with those... ******* apes!

i like the sound of mimic...
involuntarily conscripting the volume of...
bugs... i like the sound of...
toasting... crunching...
"slimey"... yet... "satisfying" sushi...

ha ha... mr. colbert... no no... apologies!
coal-bear!
mr. colbert, n'est(-ce) pas?

again: to reiterate...
no... nein nein nein...
one of those "et tu" scenarios?

tout de ce?!
                 arm-band... a dragon
for the yield:
           Çymreag...
       as i am past looking up...
the h'american *******...
because i've been regurgitating its...
cultural "woke" with so much...
so much of what's otherwise...
the whittle oasis of europe...
this chinese libersation
army of microbes...
has allowed "us" to...
put a... sinking sensation of the last
h'american export enterprise...
youtube videos...

           because i love each and every
language: so...
that comprise... this... well...
established... lack... of... egoistic...
cuckerry (with viagara aids)...
lucky for me...
the brothel: bei der bereit!!!!!

any english is better than the english...
spaghetti twiting its way out
of the confines of... h'america...
   yes: dear citizen leader...
yes... citizen king... yes yes yes!
yes: before we get to speak to the president!
there's a membrane of mcdonald's to
sieve through!
yes... mr. here: yes mr. right!
oh yes: mein mein "j.f.k." my raynold:
reginal... raymond and knline and keagan...
and my... reagan!

              yes my wall in berlin...
yes my: eisenvorhang...
ja: meine siliziumpäpstin!
ja! ja! wunderbar!
                   beifall! gründlich beifall!
teufelzirkus!
perhaps... the essential gratification
could have come with...
the slowed down blitzkrieg of
the blitz cloud over London...

                   aber...
                                     what zeppelins?
this borrowed tongue...
and its host...
    to speak... so freely a whittle bit of german...
a crumb of it... in this... peacock garden
of the inverted satellite state and...

i was alone as i walked past
the union jack and i aided my shadow to
concern itself with a reply...
you wouldn't want to think it...
but i think it, nonetheless....
there is no more brilliant concern for
the entity of flags...
in this world... beside...
the union jack...

             what a keeper this ol' jack o' all
trades!
               i'm sorry... my venture from
Galicia teasing ends... here...
on the unionist parade of an ol' 'ipper...
because: god forbid i would become
an albino: integration sensation under
the 'tars and 'anner...
or whatever the name is...
'tars and 'tripes: no?

              vivid... the... insult served upon
the... whereabouts of the wind-hunters...
the Persians and the Greeks...
it's almost like: breathing backwards...
or finding carbohydrates in choking!

because the gravitas is there!
it's not enough to simply allow zeppelins
to drop bombs...
so much more: soul infuriating
a counter-blossom:

that white is: weiß
that black is: schwarц...
         burden my soul for this avenue of
the egomaniac saxon...
the pauper swabian lot of... "Überbleibsel"...

and unlike "our" h'american counter-parts...
we do feast on a "good fight" with...
hands... and the arithmetic of knuckles...
rather than egoism and ******* measurement...
and that long-forgotten backbone
of the... "weltbürgerwahlspruch"!

so much... "arbeitnotwendig" in...
the... vicinity...
  arbeit?! was arbeit?!
         ghost buses?!
                    "necessary"...
parading uniforms?
        that's... work... yes?
                     by the looks of it...
3/4 is not necessary... work... as work is
to be exaggerated...
        abflusseskapaden...
or poaching the seal that... claps...
for the future of the already emptied
theatre!

social stigma...
surgical masks... no surgery apparent...
well i just look at the good sisters of islam
wishing us the 11th plague of god
and all those concerns for the righteous living
through this "tsunami"...
and i'm... given the sort of solace that shouldn't
be required... as i... pretend to imitate
donning a ninja-niqab!

i rarely listen to politicians:
esp not in England:
i never quiet understood the political
banter
of the leader and opposition L
during Wednesday's Prime Minister's questions
on a serious note:
then devolving into child's play
of oratory: ancient Rome, ancient Greece...
but this one instance
i listened to the Sejm: i.e. the Polish
government
and i heard the sobering up to politics
in the version of BRAUN vs. TUSK
i.e.: Grzegorz Braun vs. Donald Tusk:

and apparently England
progressed into the EURO finals
and i heard stories
of PTSD from the 2021 final:
i'm working with some of these people:
some were promoted
some became the Shun of the Sun
of the world of people...

the Shun of the Sun of the World of People:

i spent quality time with my father
and we talked about Southgates' tactics:
criticism: hello little demon
Matthew and Mirsowav have spoken:
i'm not going to employ the diacritic Atlas
pose: no!

she's no longer going to Church:
i think i've given her my fill of Arguments
i have against the Church:
no! not the Church!
i'm not Martin Luther:
my criticism is of Christianity: the essence
not the existence of Christianity:
that's why i adore the Church:
but not Christianity...

never go to sleep high: if creativity is punishing you
then spend the night writing away...
take pauses:
pauses are much longer when high
and drunk in the extreme: **** out: i'm all giggles:
tittle: tattle: and the ticking licking i misspell
Ms. Pell: of alternative Bridgerton: Bridge by
bridge and tonne of tonne of flowing water
this air:

i'm 40 and my psychosis was a forerunner
of her brother's, my uncle's shadow of Self
Emerge...
     like her love is exhausting:
there emerges as Square inside the Triangle:
let me who you...

Ⱑ:  close... it was a T inside of the parameters
if Christianity:
the offshoot of King David's Star Constant:
the new Nomad trapped in
Roman Jerusalem
a bit like a Pollack trapped in London
modern: London...

i was thinking of the clock counting 0 to erase
the Greeks
when the Mongols who were caste from fury
to challenge the Muslims:
while we up north kept for them
the ingenuity of the warm bed and the worm:
a quest for ego:
as Jung predicted: the modern European
man in search of soul:
so came to us the people in search
of the ego...
origins of god can be insightful:
but for how long will you hear eternal truths
told by people with
a relic of concern for the humanity
of the meat they will about to eat:
eat such poor ******* hygiene:
just smelly clothes:
and they ******* eat breakfast like it's a *******
curry house
and they were bomber jackets
in early morning cool heat that i want
to salvage so much but
i can't: and old granny is talking:
this stinking Rastafarian of a woman
stinks the place out with hair and spices...

                    mind you there is a ******* of
the white man to the black man
that's unlike the curiosity of the Asians...
why would the blacks want to imitate the whites
in social creature-ism
while the whites crucify themselves
on bloated lips and whitening teeth
tattooing to be part black: not exactly Nairobi
Neuro
                    Maori... cluck: cluck...

i summon the birds: WRONY: female Crows
i have a harem of them on my rooftop
in my eyes:
about to take me away
the harem of Hugin and Muginn decided
to perch in my sight:
perverted pigeons: even the woodland
pigeons:
forgot to watch the stars
and then realized: O... some moving parts
this a new engineering
hard pressed process?

               in celebration of England reaching
the finals:
perfect time to be alive with father
and silent demon the instructions to
Southgate:
but Saka and Tripier aren't doing much:
keep Rice on for the Muller Muscles of
Advert...
take Kane off...
   put on Watkins...
            take off Wagner... no... Leotard...
no... **** me... Wilkins... Major Major...
i'm not going to look his name
it might it might not:
i'm not so much a Swiftie as to buy
her boyfriend's NFL t-shirt...
that was creepy...

     that's the first time i saw a ******* and i saw ******
clock 1: notice, figest
a slow ******* delay BUTTON not even
red no nukes here:
AMBER...
clock 2: i think that's the hour
but let make check clock 3:
the day hand the week hand
and the month hand...

can someone devise a clock that slow:
this tortoise slow?
is there potential for engineering such a clock?
the mechanisms for such a clock
to exist:

i want...
the day, the week and the month hands:
i can already calibrate that years are
sacred and not the keepers of Time
but are the Keepers of History:
and History is the Censor of Time...
HISTORY = CENSORSHIP...
d'uh you ******* fudge packing ******!

well i'd play chess with her,
go horse-riding with her...
but i'm the ******* who can't see
her silly TikTok lip synchro:
so i'm still the Igor: not the Frankenstein:
mommy is finally moving away
and you have plans
and i'm not remotely even: da-sein:
there: concerned with you:
or you with me:
i must have masturbated 5 times today
to make preferential treatment
to the pain as a pleasure
and do i really need a car in London?
my grandfather never learned to drive:
well!
can i get a pony?! can i please get a pony?!
i'm going to be a little girl right
now...
why couldn't i see that silly TikTok of hers?
i'm still the *******: aren't i?
the thought of lineage crosses my mind
from time to time:
question is:
if two Police Cars come to the aid
of Ry and locomotive Lynda Esq...

        what is being discussed: hyperbolic:
i'm being tender: ice ice... ion: eyed out...
i would be Shakespeare if
i started to see music in writing
and not simply hear it
but then...
i have larvae on my eyes:
i see them as bright as day:
didn't i tell you:
i get VERTIGO when lying in BED

i get vertigo in bed
but not on level 5 of the Coliseum
or on Scottish HQ roof...
i get vertigo in bed...
gravity funny for the 3rd angel
fallen with one
that's me: imitating a sleeping Buddha:
one falls feet first and thirst
one falls head first and Scripture(d)
the idea of the 3rd canny
funny: well if Gabriel
joins out Brood:
how late were the people to clock
in on the dimension of a New Anarchy!

eh! feminism began long ago:
it was a slow progress:
blah ha ha ha ha ah ha ha!
feminism began with Christianity
and Islam:
the currency of the current
iteration:
sisters! sisters! you started ahead of me!
i'm out of breath:
sisters!
i came late:
that's year zero +86
say 19 down the middle....

the sexes of the species will never achieve
the DUALISM
we can observe with perfection
from lion to ant...
as the elevated and the fallen:
we are lodged in a dichotomy...
as much as the French
will try to conjure Parisian
******
and mind-body dualism:
there is the eternal DICHOTOMY:

i need my two ******* clocks!
one for a day
and one for a year!
i don't know what year i am in!

Aston Villa striker:
Wilkins...
sir?
sorry Wilkins: in really don't
know whether i remembered your name
correctly...
Mr a Mr what is this ******
football and t.v.:

      that penalty should never have, been,
given...
one thing rubbing against
a rosemary bush:
nothing it burning:
but since choosing a scented
rather than a burning:
i want to rub all against you:
no lord: are you ******:
a woman: even?

now that the cavern of the release:
perhaps i don't understand the malice
of mother against son
or daughter
or of father against: son, especially:
your daughter:
perhaps i've only been that:
a diamond in the eyes of homeless people:
the philosophy@

weird that i wasn't made to be privay
concerning
Ry antics...
            seems like a rejection letter
to me:
to HELL with all the acting!
i baked that 13 year old cake pool party:
a ******* JOKE!
i spot the pedophiles
you now: insinuate:
maybe a Pakistani Revival
sequence Brighten a Reminder!
love your **** juice and stink!

"good artists borrow
great artist steal"
(JD Lovell esq)

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