by all the possible exfoliation of mannerism
to breed a sense of concern:
of Heidegger's da-sein: of being-there:
as opposed to there's-being
i cannot, but, feign...
the football season hasn't begun yet
so the tribalism usually associated with
club factions disappears
for a while, in tune: in harmony and rhythm:
what's the difference between
harmony and rhythm?
i think that's an authentic question to ask...
but given the current atmosphere
of the Olympic games:
look! we all know that Duplantis won that
competition fair and square:
but if you managed to watch woman's
synchronized swimming event:
that French team's belly flop with gymnastics
at the opening of the routine
was not deserving a first placement...
the Italians shrugged it own with a clean
feet first incision of the water...
but Olympics is not a tribal sport:
not fanatical...
fanatical pacifism:
but that's not what controls the mob with
mindless stupor...
i'm yet to find an intelligent drinker...
i hone in on the poison and utilize it beyond
comparison:
for me it's really a question
of:
aqua
status quo:
today i woke up at 7:30...
i didn't have to:
now i'm writing this at 12:00 exact...
and i feel like i have only woken up
at 11:00am...
but i just spent the past three hours
talking to my baby
and in intervals of bad internet
connection
21sec
18min
22sec
25 sec 30min
18sec 22 sec
18min
unless the Empress is streaming and
cutting off our connection
i would imagine this is a game
you're playing:
the cat came out to play with a mouse
went into the garden to sniff
at the evergreen tree
in my garden:
noticed a fly:
then noticed me...
yes: i was that, once...
when the lord of the flies
came face to face with the lord
of mosqutos
mosquitos:
quitos: piquant: moss: mosquicktoes?
**** me... mosque of the quick toes?
Mt. Niqab?
and i said to him:
what a strange fruit...
this bread soaked in wine:
what a strange fruit...
don't you think? Lord Jesus Lord Christ
Lord of MOSQUITOES...
what a strange fruit:
this wine soaked slice of bread:
don't you think?
and what a strange tree:
on a Hill the Barren Hill of Golgotha...
were you trying to be me?
Cosmopolitan Messiah
O belittling Rome...
for all the canvas of free speech:
more then: worth more then than
worth now:
people debate free speech
but we're talking free speech to zombies
and ditto-heads
of the journalistic mantras:
no one is bothered about free speech
as such:
people are just bothered
about not being heard
because everyone is so fat, docile,
intimidated by the luxuries of life on offer
than confusion seeps through
and debilitates even more:
numbs and doesn't confront:
the grand anesthetic for life
which comes from the anesthetic toward
the piquant pleasures bound
to pain...
of course the riots are happening!
too much sport!
you are televising too much sport
on the t.v.:
people will get bored
from being average:
not from soap opera antics
of the football pitch
that mindless sport...
with pundits blah blah and that sports
commentary for football is
a graveyard shift by the choice of
words: these days...
people are having a frenzy
being exposed to the Olympics:
after years of routine in mindlessly following
football...
seriously...
some honor some prestige is involved
in competing at the Olympics:
but then the Chinese can't be snubbed
for doping:
yeah: they took the alternative route:
they went meta-human on the rest of "us"
and started to genetically engineer
people...
but that's not inhumane to think about:
it would be inhumane of me to think that
i am an incubator of pinworms:
/ 'iny, parasitic nematodes that live
in the intestines and lay eggs
on the skin around the **** /
i had to copy and paste those words...
that's why there's an apostrophe instead of a T
for the word: tiny: heiny hieny high-knee
heinee... English is so ******* ****:
no clear phonetic correlation
to what letters are used what letters
are said: no proper vowel to consonant
correlation in no syllabary...
of the Japanese:
or the Polacks: Samatrians...
even the Aryan Deutsche:
i never said ihr: ich or isch?
ich is IX
but isch is iś: which is almost Croat...
funny this daydreaming
like i don't have a day to live...
but what can you do:
when in love you primarily love to talk
when in love you love to listen
when in love
you love to communicate like never before
c'echa... the apostrophe there indicates
a stress
to surgically cut into the word
with both sound and meaning:
since the two are dichotomous rather than
by dualism-bound...
you think i have pin-worms?
really?
so you've been reading into my dreams:
my mortal show of horror
of becoming came in the version
of Pinhead: the priest of hell...
and now you're telling me
i should de-worm myself on a regular
basis because children don't
wash their hands after taking a ****?
wait wait... so i wasn't so special
having attempted ******* aged 8?
children are ******* flirtatious?
seriously?
so the question is how one controls
infantile: born of original sin: flirtations?
it's so original that it's actually
a duplicate: that the original sin
is actually: plagiarism:
that's inherent for the survival of the species?
that's when god realized:
****! i didn't create anyone as unique as me!
i just create another sea!
i just create ants!
but ants that share my understanding
for and of potential
but there will be so many averages
and only few glimmers of hope for me
to push through a Newton...
but average is good: Sir...
average is good: if you have a Her...
i don't mind being average i don't mind
being a security officer
i don't mind being a taxi driver:
provided i can have Frankenstein's Bride
and a Bridge to you:
with many thanks, Sir...
i don't mind being demeaned by some hierarchy
that does no align with your existence
in the presence of fleeting butchery of intent
and genuine authority of the pen...
there was more freedom of speech
when people were not exposed to literacy...
but since the advent of literacy
freedom of speech is debatable
because you'd think that
by being given the crafts
kept hidden and secret for so long
by a priestly class...
it's not a crisis of Christianity:
it's a crisis of literacy:
the ******* idiots walked into that one
on the blind...
the priests used to be the literate ones...
but now?
everyone is literate:
but as literate as their literacy mistakes show:
too throw: not to soon: my son...
but yeah:
throw into the mix the unearthing of
the Nag Hammadi library...
as R.D. Laing
opened a book with... citing St Thomas:
Jesus said to them:
when you make the two one, and
when you make the inner as the outer
and the outer as the inner and the above
as the below, and when you make
the male and female into a single one,
so that the male will not be male
and the female not be female, when you
make eyes in the place of an eye,
and a hand in the place of a hand,
and a foot in the place of a foot,
and an image in the place of an image,
then shall you enter the Kingdom...
mischievous ******* *******...
because what Socrates said was a dialogue:
you couldn't turn that into a religion...
how much dialogue do you get
in the Bible?
how much dialogue in the Quran?
so someone is always: just listening...
taking orders...
what about a back-and-forth?
too much sport created this rift!
too much sport on t.v.!
the averages came out and out-performed
other averages and disappeared
or will soon disappear into oblivion
out of sheer respect for the roulette of life
the chance to excel
but not milking it... that's what Olympians
ought to represent:
not some celebrity stature of being
like children given candy
these people and money are like children
and candy... sugar rush of no poetic justice...
it's still Jesus trying to revamp the Genesis story...
the serpent on the tree
the tree just morphed into a crucifix
and the apple became a wine soaked loaf of bread!
**** me! that's it!
hey presto, job done.
