.i get it now, the more i make it a detention hour writing lines: doing dull work, makes sam a bored boy... intra-racial variant of slur qua intimacy, in-group standard... take any "n" word "extra g" word "thingy" among the non-exported examples, non-NBA privileged, say... in Kenya... friends? **** no... feeling intimate? huh? like i said... watching 2 hours of a washing machine cycle, is probably more entertaining, than, seeing, the cages, the - - - - - morse breaks in... so... everyone is being a ******* ******, creating a natural response to a river, that must become a reservoir / fake lake? whatever etiquette equated to politeness comes from this... no wonder we'll be doing it from spite... rather than a genuine sediment of genuine feeling, flight of the heart & and all the fickle thoughts that go with it.
please, please, put me into handcuffs
for ******* in an alleyway,
the english sort of handcuffs,
the ones where they can't handcuff
you from behind,
because the cuffs are not connected
by a mandible chain,
but a rigid middle,
implying that you have to be handcuffed
with your hands in-front...
which also implies:
well... if **** turned ugly...
i could just wrap my hands around
a boppy's neck and just turn into
a boa...
but that other police officer was
nice, turning the police van cell
into a taxi...
racial slurs...
intra-racial, or inter-racial?
big difference...
inter-racial slurs,
namely an english derivative:
the empire britannia rule the waves
what not?
crass...
not too... genius...
no real outlet phonetically...
the language is too soft as it is...
i met one german at university
who complimented the ****** tongue
with that one general-****-over
word for everything -
conjunction, was the word,
the word is treated as a conjunction:
kurwa...
i once dated a french psychology
major two years my senior
who i lost my virginity to,
who, let's say, enlightened me...
she was looking for native english speakers,
she told me the most fascinating
fact...
the fwench used to attach
a trill to the R...
before they started harking up
an R like phlegm when smoking too much
or down with the flu...
inter-racial slurs are... yawn...
who gives a **** about walking
on egg-shells...
i'm watching a ******* football match
or swan lake with 22 *******
pansies?
everyone's suddenly going to be
as sensitive as a fwench footballer?
****: french / fwench...
it pretty much sounds the same...
the fwench speak one language,
the french write the same one language...
but the german complimented
a language for the: pristine outlet
of frustration of... tongue licking
a metaphysical punching bag...
but inter-racial slurs are crass,
for the simple fact that...
they're just too plain in sight...
there is no intimate history of
a people...
me? personally?
i'd love to know what the african
royalty called would-be slaves
picked up by western europeans
for export...
it's not like these colonialists run
these colonized countries freely,
without collusion with the african ruling class...
there was an african ruling class,
there is an african ruling class,
what's to be exactly changed?
lost in translation:
former soviet states people /
but not the satellites?
kacap...
from the song husaria by bujak?
ahem...
muscovite gałgan...
never heard that one before...
gałgan...
i once dated a girl from st. petersburg
that summarißed my mutterzunge
as a crackling of radio static...
just as the english say:
of a people, with, "too many" consonants
in their surnames...
ask a ****** about hindu surnames...
i mean: intra-racial slurs...
a movement toward real intimacy
of the use of language...
e.g. in england:
northern monkeys,
southern fairies...
and the rest? eurotrash...
i once heard a intra-racial slur
about the english -
angol to pedzio...
and then back to cosmopolitan english...
the "n" word... night? nightmare,
nigh?
oh... the n- word?
if only i could find some malice in
the context of use...
yes, i know the content of the word,
the content of historical usage...
and now the whole intra-racial
comradery... inclusion...
familiarity...
a joke of latin...
to me that's like saying
Nigeria...
and then thinking:
so... it's not the "n" word,
is it? it's the "extra g" word?
better start writing giggle with an optional
gig(g)le:
which could become problematic
when it came to a double omicron:
to go, among the goo...
the intra-rascial slur for a german
east of berlin?
švab...
funny that... the saxons are
not actually minded...
the anglo-saxons (intra-racial
mix of celt and saxon)
as we see them today...
but... when the teutonic order came
to the area around Danzig
and further east to Königsberg...
further... to Riga...
a Prussian isn't a German...
die Preußen ist: Preuße;
now?
the Preußen have been reintegrated
into a dialect of Polen...
kashubian: or at least,
that's sort-of...
ultra-nationalist "sentiments":
in "exile"...
i love that, brushing aside
any economic migrant in favor
for the immediate migrant
of conflict, or political asylum...
you know...
economics: is a type of war,
in slow-motion...
it's a peaceful war,
well... ergo it's a "war"...
and the economic migrants?
disorientated *******...
who can't exactly fully assimilate
to the expectation of the natives...
i.e. speak our language in public,
and our language in private...
no... no thank you...
it would be easier to remove
a tattoo with a shark-bite
and a scar than to remove my
mutterzunge...
and here i am... "worried"
about the N in the word trigger...
or the "missing G" in the word: Nigeria...
like... ******* pandering
to a panda in a Beijing zoo...
now comes the malice...
thought-prison, metaphorical dyslexia
and tattoos of grafitti on
bypass highways...
like dirt behind my fingernails...
looking for gold nuggets
picking my nose...
as harold norse once stated
in his memoir (of a ******* angel):
a sign of a Brooklyn intellectual...
but i just have to point this out...
LGBTQIA...
nice acronym...
but you're missing two letters...
**** me... if mr and mrs H
are not included...
LGBTQIA is missing two protected
groups...
mr P and mr N...
LGBTQIAPN...
the ******* and
the necrophiliac...
no?
they'd fit right in...
no? they wouldn't?
weren't we talking deviance,
per se?
so...
those two outer-outliers
are legit. rainbow deviances...
no? at least mr P can have some sort
of a religious backing...
whether in the desert slap-stick
ninja sketch and satan's postbox...
or at least, back of the queue of a choir,
and some boy...
but that's the scary bit,
isn't it?
mr N... now...
that's... some would claim
it to be art... or what the hell became
of eddie gein in american mainstream
culture...
****... forgot ms B+...
i do remember seeing internet
in its youth,
rotten . com,
and the earliest edgy ****...
now... not even a black guy can
leave adequate compensation...
for what... began as a saddle,
reins and stirrups...
and became:
a demonic hybrid knock-knock-knocking
on Gomorrah's door...
fastforward...
men on stag outings before
being shackled by the ring...
inflateable sheep
and granny dolls...
oh yeah: i'm a real moralist
at this point...
what i do find scary
is that whenever i'm confined
to a waiting room, a confined space...
and there's a child with its parent
present... there's an animal...
there's a very old man with
a middle aged mentally ill daughter...
i'm suddenly likeable...
a curiosity...
just like today...
her dad is nearing 75...
she's unkept... greasy hair...
rags, rather than clothes...
and in the corner of my eye...
she just couldn't stop glaring at me...
i'm sweating like i'm the sort of hell
where i'm supposed to **** her...
or go to her pajamas sleep-over party
if the case was: she was sixteen
and i was eight...
as i went into
the doctor's appointment
and recounted my 2 week psychotic
episode of being strapped
to the bed... in a quasi-paralysis...
citing metaphors of p.t.s.d.,
not talking a word for
2 weeks, only because i received
a ******* questionnaire from
the dept. of work & pensions...
'am i a fraud? am i?'
between 48 hour periods...
i'd chance 2 hours of sleep...
the usual questions...
suicidal thoughts, hallucinations?
no... the 1st episode, yeah...
but now? it's just debilitating,
quasi-paralysis...
nice doctor... plump...
beauty of a doughnut...
and doughnuts are beautiful...
esp. if you throw them into a lake,
and they float,
and then you watch the ducks
and the swans swarm it...
if i lied: i should be contending
for an oscar...
then she measured my blood-pressure...
first instrument failed...
the arm-band was too small...
the air was pumped into the band
around my hand:
arm-band snapped
of the blood-pressure measuring tool...
so she had to resort to
the old method of using
the stethoscope and a bigger arm-band...
i guess she knew she was
dealing with a scared / agitated
animal...
that just so happened to talk
some words in human;
a wounded animal,
is hardly scared / agitated...
a wounded animal,
is whatever implies...
being elevated to a status
that transcends the wound...
the doctors came too late,
i'm fidding with letters
like jigsaw...
i'm fiddling with the then
larger jigsaw of words...
and the whole point of the picture
will only arrive,
post office stamp and all...
akin to a postmortem:
that part of life...
where...
eh? how would you classify
man...
pork, beef, game,
poultry, fish?
all... none of the stated?
that's almost funny...
HOW WOULD YOU CLASSIFY
MAN IN THE "CATEGORICAL IMPERATIVE"
of said classes of edible meats?
am i pork?
no... am i beef? no...
veal? no...
well, we already know
that some examples of meat
are actually vegetables:
brain damage, coma...
like:
do you bite into a tomato...
"thinking" it's a fruit...
or a veg.?
"logic" supposes
that a tomato is a fruit...
common sense?
it's a ******* vegetable!
post-racism...
what sort of meat is man?
eh... bewildering...
i guess we can only find
an answer, in China...
should we ever send
a pet dog & its owner to
some obscure, countryside,
small town, famine riddled
(or straight to Kiev) place...
sorry...
******* a black doesn't make
me "less", "racist"...
i might as well imitate
a colonial overlord by the act...
seriously...
english, these days?
watching a ******* washing-machine
is less confusing that
walking on egg-shells in
this tongue...
currently, available...
so let's forget, black, or white...
you beef?
you crab meat?
you lamb?
(slippery *****
of salivating sounds):
what are you?
it's called:
SEEING PAST THE COLOUR...
so...
what's the meat worth?
is chimp meat the same
as human meat?
no, wait...
that gorilla grew big-*******
eating shrubs?
anomaly of human
dietary requirements...
a horse became so big...
only eating... grass...
yeah... no anomaly...
and then my brain starts to short-circuit...
past the colour,
infancy of discrimination...
how would to categorise
the "body" of christ
if no bread was available?
beef? pork? veal?
fish?
i already know what
the ****** would be...
sure as **** it wouldn't be
*****'s liquor worth of wine...
i went straight to the beast
of the wheat...
and i called her...
ms. amber...
and... maybe i just didn't
like the wrap-up of rap
because of the lyrics and
my unrelateable tendency
to never **** the bid-bop head...
of the music per se,
but the lyrics?
sure... the music is great...
but the lyrics?
i can't relate to them...
i need, something,
mythological and obscure...
a time-wrap not minding a grief
of / from yesterday...
mind you: i'll write this,
as i'll drink whatever is left,
and tomorrow...
is a tomorrow without
this current zenith of the hours...
come beethoven thinking
of tux in the variant of rigid
geometry in the form of music...
like when sartre plagiarised
joyce at the end of iron in the soul?
- that's the next tier of "racism"...
as far as i am concerned...
it would be nice to re-evauluate
my position
on the libra of being
reengaged in a food-chain
hierarchy...
cancer is a primitive
pseudo-vitro-forma...
great... eaten by parasites...
germs... etc.,
guess what...
at least a lion is beautiful...
i'd rather be eaten by a lion
than a ******* tapeworm...
so what am i?
beef?
****...
first i'd have to put monkey
on the menu...
to tease at the taboo
of teasing the cannibal
while performing oral ***.