When you say: you are Sooo
skinny, *****. I think you’re
trying to complement me
but just don’t, please just stop.
I’ll let the use of ‘*****’ as a term
of endearment, go for now.
But Skinny is not a complement.
It’s a buzz word that evokes images
of too thin runway models, and
******* thigh gaps. Please don’t
associate me with #thinsperation.
Social media is as divided on
the issue as my thighs.
Pitting skinny ******* against
fat ****** all in the name of likes
and follows and shares.  
They pray on our own need
to validate our bodies and they
know the fastest way to do
so is to hate hers.
But taking the media’s
imposable beauty standards
and turning it on its head than
passing it on to me is just a game
of tag that none of us can win.
We are warring against our fellow woman
in pursuit of the ideal female form.
We are warriors behind the message
boards fighting the good fight for say
‘health’ or ‘feminism’.
Feminism does not mean do whatever
you want say whatever you want.
Feminism is not fat or thin.
She is not lipstick or armpit hair.
****** or…not a ******.
She is simply women, plural,
because there are a lot of us.
I won’t fight anymore with
surface level insults,
but I will debate you on
how social media
is the assemblage of all
human depravities
So the next time you call me a *****,
leave my skinny *** out of it.

imagine retiring before you're 30,
with the great european disneyland
in switzerland waiting for your desires,
god... i stopped celebrating my birthdays
deliberately, so that each day is like
a birthday before the day i die:
motto: oh ****, here again, *******!

so i started brooding on the concept of
monism, dualism and trinity
in chemical terms eradicating theological
impetus to salvage from one (e.g. the buddha,
the christ, the moses without a surname like jesus)
the multitude: mostly fishermen and tax officers
and thieves... jesus... what a selective society you
knit and picked, huh?
i was thinking of carbon monoxide
(C≡O)... so when counter-structures on the
elemental level become coupled in a scenario
of being identical, bypassing non-super-imposable'ness
(disregarding chirality), they can spawn
exponential growth named cancerous economics!  
and methane (C and H x4)
ethene (H2C=CH2) and ethane (H3C-CH3)
trinity's degenerate nature... oh right, so you're playing
dumb but not farming, you're the required
audience in front of the digitalised combine of colours
in a shady room? plato would call that coloured shadows
where no messages are deciphered given the doubt
that they're even passed for the excommunication
of corrupt politicians and the clergy... you know:
french / russian revolution *******.
oh i want a thinking embryo not attached to my body,
i want it so bad that i can compare myself
to elijah's command: execute the priesthood of baal,
because they can't conjure anything,
just paedophilia and mumbles and sugar puffs at breakfast.
well there's all that, what was i talking about?
rambling on many cobwebbed talking matters later
it might appear like Alzheimer's... right the active
ingredient of cigarettes: carbon monoxide,
(C≡O), not like carbon diaoxide (O=C=O),
a trinity in one person creates a fourth dimension,
imagine the interstellar (movie) capsule of quantum-space
of humanism interpreting the crucifix wearing
a cosmonaut suit rather than adam's fur...
it's like that... so apart from carbon monoxide providing
the suffocating dizzy carousel of the cigarette dragged
quickie high, you get the nicotine i thought was
actually a placebo substance, a palette of tobacco akin...
still alice* was a bit **** to be honest,
she was trying to salvage her strongest areas of
personality, she specialised in linguistics,
in phonetics and what not (etc.),
if she suddenly changed course with her interests,
rather than retreated into the laziness of:
all consciousness and thinking is about memory and
memorisation, she was challenged by schooling's
expression of memory: the times table: 2 x 2 = 4, 2 x 3 = 6,
and personal memory, the imprints on other
people, rather than civilisation's imprint on
the person in question: civilisation = the existence of money,
tribalism = you scratch my back, i scratch yours.

It’s imposable to comprehend,

The Gamut of anything,

But I believe, with art,

We can at least begin.



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what england needs now is no **** & dump king, it needs a lethal combination of edward the confessor, philip augustus (the 2nd, house of capet), and george iii (house of hanover); the first for the bluntness of truth, blunt knife of honesty is not honesty per se, per se a weakness isn't a weakness at all, esp. if it's colliding in polite society that understands it as rudeness; philip augustus for the genius of plotting: playing off richard i with henry ii, and richard with king john... george the iii? the one that went into the cuckoo's nest? i need him for the halo and the innocence of others, provided the innocence of others is simply a way with lies.*

which had me thinking,
the bit where i mingled linguistics with chemistry,
the asymmetry of c & k,
of s & z... cat, kettle, empiricism,
i don't know know of another s & z example
that does't involve the ß, sure the s is sharpened
into a z... perfect contortion for 90°...
fair enough... acute angles...
but i mean this quasi chiral sentencing...
c is non-super-imposable on k,
s isn't quite a z in alice's adventure
the other side of the mirror...
but in some instances (due to the lack
of diacritical marks in the english language
to bespeak australian and american and south african
and canadian accents as proof of moth / ćma)
it appears as if i mistook my spelling
even though the english language is the easiest dyslexic,
even i make spelling mistakes in the odd bit of phrasing,
but that's natural, there are no clear phonetic quanta
to base my judgement on...
clearly i can mistake on letter for another...
it's the clear over-individuation of worded distinction
that gets me bothered, finding semblance
in current celebrity culture of the:
gone with the wind / farted into the wind /
****** against the wind looking a locomotive
of dry cleaning, as was don quixote at the dry-cleaners
lance and delusions in hand...
i can arithmetic the word onomatopoeia
from the sound: on oh mah toe *** ah...
but where the hell is the vowel i?
can't find it... found a baboon quicker
shoving it's crimson **** cheeks into a birthday cake
quicker - laughing at whatever i.m. weasel said
when cartoon network was fun and intelligent
and had a chessboard logo and m.t.v. was
all about music videos and not about
16 year old teen mums... is that music to my ears?
indeed it is i.r. baboon ****.
a anyway... it's chiral in the mouth that c and k
it's super super impress tactic of two left hands
acting like one right hand...
but on paper even C or K could say that
one stroke-curving was like 3 segments:
down, north-east across to centre co-ordinates (0,0)
and south-east across to the same centre;
it's symmetrical in the mouth, but
asymmetrical in the eyes -
hurts a lot, like watching english (historically
speaking / moving on / a quality lost with time,
non-possessiveness of a quality,
came the pakistani post-colonial migrants
and gave a shoo to shoe-shine as under the carpet
and all was well in multi-culture of a sociological
experiment) governed by so so many
worded accents as to produce one a and not
one moldovan j (ж)... it's almost japanese
given the news!
so if quanta are incremental units of energy
in the french lingo 1cm,
then higgs are incremental units of mass,
in french lingo 1 of something...
it's still coconuts and palm trees with polar bears wandering
free in poland, given the english perspective
of the colonial past, with polish girls migrating to
the islands of discontent by storm eve;
those prone to eloquent scheming are in confession clumsy;
and those mad are capable of the highest intelligence...
but those with strap-on-****** will hardly manage
a zoo, let alone a human decimal of involvement;
fractions sounds better though,
we need surd markings on some of our phonetic symbols,
akin to diacritic marks... but whereas diacritic
marks stress... surd marks make pronunciation dissolve...
hence the need for censorship in theology akin...
we might require a pseudo hebrew take on things...
hiding the vowels will only elevate all other languages
to the extreme of hebrew, but it will not be enough;
we'll need for an ace of spades over a bible passage:
then revelation and poker faced tango.

In My Mind

Sadness reeks, like a non dismissible odor, Misery crawls, like a zombie with no lower half, Depression claws and bites at my mind and soul, like a thought never fully finished, Anger burns and rages through my veins, like the blood that always boils, Happiness drifts down into the deep, like a fish that cant swim, Guilt pats me on the back once again, like an awkward congratulation, Screams of frustration silently echo through the empty halls, like deaths secret reapers, Love flies with broken wings, like a bird with no heart beat. In My Mind, the time has not come but the clock still ticks its empty rhythm, I cry for it to have an end but dont remember if it ever even began...In My Mind, my screams are as soundless as your whispers of courage, In My Mind, eyesight is imposable with so much darkness, Noise is just another taste on my tongue, mixed with the blood from biting down so hard, feeling is the only pain that contributes to my punishment, and scars are my only reminder that my life was lived....

1 sat next to 2.
There are having a great time tonight.

3 sat in the conner by himself.
1 said to 2, look at 3 he is so odd, sitting there, the crazy sod.

At this 4 butted in, and with a grin, said did you not know 3 is gay.
On hearing that 5 moved away.

6 then butted in, but before he said anything.
They all at the same time looked up.

Just as google plex walk in.
google plex, surveyed the room, sied then just left, muttering, this is imposable.

When you spend so long living in the dark
You'll do anything to run towards the faintest light
Being a big size is miserable
Always in pain..

Can't do anything on your own
When pain has destroyed your life
And made living imposable
It can take something just as painful to restore it.

Sheila..

It's imposable to catch the wind
or stop the rain from crying
To stop the birds from singing
or stop a child from lying.

you cannot catch the wind
or prevent the rain from crying
The birds will always sing
children will never stop lying.

Just lie back and enjoy
the journeys life long ride
you know your on the right path
when it brings a tear to your eye.

Sheila..

opposites may attract
but theres no telling how they'll react
one says one thing the other
says another
they don't aways agree
i guess that hows ment to be
i just hope the fighting would end
before something breaks thats imposable to mend

the **** are you talking about? i just came from there, you want me to go back, to tell you something new? (a) you weren't born under the iron curtain, and (b) you didn't live beneath it! + (c) you probably don't know many people who lived through, having been born in 1939! and yes, communist hoarded ****... you think they were all moby-esque: vegan feng shui minimalists?! barking up the wrong tree, no squirrels up there, just a ******* baboon.

i've said it once, and i'll say it again:
   the system *works -
it's a fail-safe mechanism of a worn-torn
country... that's why i don't argue
against capitalism,
but capitalism doesn't rebuild nations,
it can't:
   sometimes people have to huddle
and become "buddhists": selfless collectivists!
it's obviously transitionally orientated,
got that lead from syria,
    why do people turn all humanitarian
giving our free loafs of bread to children?
it's not supposed to be a permanent
system, for one thing:
   there is clearly an expiry date
on the packaged communist implementations...
i really do not understand western leftism...
just flew past me above my head:
giving me a haircut while it flew past...
can't say i agree...
  but then again, mullets were a thing in the 80s
with the metal scene...
   so no, you don't know veterans of the communist
idea implemented: snotty audacious *******...
not everyone required the athenian semi-detached
castle back, too much personal grief,
relatives lost, what not... communism is
spartan... but in the end, even hoarding was
allowed... notably? books... like i said,
i think i out-competed the size of a private
library compared with my grandfather...
   but i love his honesty:
  i haven't read much of these books -
odd, i own a library that i'd say i managed
to digest in the fraction of:   6.5 / 10... o.k. 7 / 10...
you can't exactly read an art book...
    or a book on b & w photography...
oh look! pretty pictures.
           dim wits, so why is it that there was this
massive fascination, under the iron curtain,
on a local small gov. level in a rainbow of sports?
everything worth citing the olympics was
taken to, it wasn't just the gulag of football,
              problem with body image?
just watch the olympics, even fat people wrestle
and lift weights... and ping-pong?
  test of reflexes...
                  how about ski-jumping?
      or szermierka? what's that? fencing,
what was pretty pop back then;
         and at least there was a celebration of manual
labour... these days?
    a real phobia - aspiring to the status of gods
we've crafted a problem...
        work is not celebrated, it's shunned -
nothing to do, and a poor inspection of being
leaves us with aspiring to be much:
   while at the same time - doing too little;
yes, i cheated the plagiarism algorithm / bot,
whatever, when writing a sociology essay at
edinburgh... i plagiarised!
   guess what, back then, in 2003 / 4 i.t. didn't
discover the cheat code: a ******* thesaurus...
so i took an essay written by an academic,
and just rearranged it, reworded, deconstructed
it, and? got a 1st.
  top notch stuff, i was never into sociology
in the first place, i just wanted to find out if i could
outsmart a computer system that was
designed to "see" whether a plagiarism was made...
kimovich kasparov would've been proud...
well, that's history,
    what else was there to say?
  ah... aphorism vii ponderings vi...
        i started taking notes...
   atheism presupposes the non-existence of god...
fair enough, but as a presupposition it's
adamant, stern, and always "seemingly" right,
if not angry, then just plain ridiculous -
     i'm a wolf that finds mauling these sheep
that gesticulate with both palms, knees and other
assortments... that's called a punch below
the belt in boxing...
     is it so hard to attack st. augustine, pascal,
or thomas aquinas, let alone maimonides,
rashi or nachmanides?
     come on... making a ridicule-centered argument
is doesn't deserve respect:
   for every ounce of ridicule - there's an ounce
of disrespect...
  theism merely supposes the existence of -
since the "law" states that
    a supposition cannot be related to a negative
expression of non-existence "of"..
while the atheistic presupposition cannot be
related to a positive expression the existence "of"...
(the inverted commas on a trivial word
like of? so i stop short of implying god, mmm'k?)
these opposites seem to be strangely
anti-chemical in relation to the mirror of chirality -
for some reason they are super-imposable...
they compliment each other,
primarily? the show must go one,
         neither side rests, and finalises itself...
why? well, if atheism is based upon presuppositonal
logic, and theism is based upon a suppositional
logic... then evidently they both share
the no-man's land of propositions...
     oddly enough the "non"-existence "of" argument
loves to be pro the suppositional circumstance...
now i know why kant focused on meditating
5 + 7 = 12...
               like a hebrew might burn the tetragrammaton
into his mind...
     it means? to ensure the rigidity of sentences,
to burn into his mind a clarifying ingredient -
that all sentences make: sense,
   with the basic arithmetic being the benchmark
for all subsequent endeavours into scribbling
down the critique: makes sense.
   now to come to think of it,
i'm purposively digressing paying attention
to heidegger's (vii, vi) -
       i just want to keep it to myself -
i might as well write it out verbatim, than try
to explain it...
  and subsequently write several other cohort
"paragraphs" stimulated by the content,
than attempt the dry martini of explaining what
he "meant"; because: he meant this.