space = time
oh but this is not a serious equation...
it's a summary of the following worded expanses...
it's just to say:
there's as much of time as there is of space...
perhaps there's more time than
there is space...
after all... the multiplier of time
within the reference to:
all those involved in the Spanish Inquisition...
with that varying detail of:
what it must have felt like:
not burning at the stake...
space = time...
ス ペー ス
ジ カ ン (時)
funny how google works...
i copy that into the search: 23:56 when this
ideogram was searched for...
so i don't need the other emoji-romaji gimmick...
supeesu "デス" jikan
it is and it isn't...
last time i heard: subjectivity was given
an anathema by... the cosmopolitan... liberal crowd...
hard pressed by "science":
so hard pressed that the social sciences
overtook the sort of science i studied:
chemistry left to the shadows
and a list of additives on a shampoo bottle...
(i guess i'm a bigger fan of katakana than
i am of hiragana...
but... saying that... i'm a far bigger admirer
of Korean Hangul...
oddly enough they rid themselves
of any Chinese influence...
it's not about money... it never is...
it's bad taste to talk about money
among the English...
what's that saying:
kiedy wchodzisz między wrony...
musisz krakać tak jak ony...
wenn du betrittst zwischen krähen
du musst krächzen so wie sie...
point: if it's a SHARP-S...
it's an acute S... in german that's a crown: Š:
for the letters SCH...
but it's hardly "half-crown" Ś
therefore... what's SS... HEß!!
refurbishment: toe towed for a quarter
of an inkling...
it's not like i've lived among Anglo-Swabians
all this time... oh the Saxons: a lively bunch...
they went east, they went west...
they founded the empire upon which
the sun never set... they were so un-German
in the federal bracket of: we: the Germans...
i find it impossible living among "my own":
people...
the Wends... the Western Slavs...
at a distance... i just abhor the continued narrative
teasing the Russians...
not like the Russians are somehow saviours...
although socialism did work...
socialism as an economic policy for:
rebuilding nations... part-time...
not the long run... just so the natives
can rebuild... before... natural preservation
instincts of self-above-the-rest... kick in...
before your fellow man
starts peering into your bowl of soup...
before foreign investors come...
it can work is has worked...
i'd prescribe Slavic socialism
to Iraq: i rack 'em raw...
i would prescribe Slavic socialism to Syria...
who's going to be a capitalist
in those countries: without foreign influence?
oh... give me a while:
the supposed grand capitalists of you-tube?
capitalists... selling...
fan t-shirts / mugs?
thank god i'm not selling t-shirts or mugs...
only as a transition period...
not sustainable...
i'm not daydreaming... in truly exclusive circumstances...
Communism rebuilt the ravaged landscape of
post-world-war-II eastern Europe:
it's not like money was pumped into the region...
the wild west began in the 1990s...
but prior to that?
no foreign investment...
prior to that: metallurgy was still pervasive
in Europe... until the cheaper hint of
what was to come from Cha-Cha-Cha-Land...
of: moon-lit... CHINS and CHINKS...
Cha-Cha-Cha! now dance... *******... dance!
oh i'm not about to abandon the Ango-Saxons...
i'm already identifying as an Anglo-Slav...
collectively concerning: not concerning...
well.. the whole collective...
Croat... Serb... Slovenian... Slovak... Czech...
Ukrainian... oh look... the Bulgarians write
in Cyrillic - reinvented Glagolitic that's cheap
looking Greek... ****** looking:
can you imagine writing Cyrillic with a tease
of italics? i can't... if i can't: no one else can...
the neighbours of the Germanic people...
it's not that i have ADHD or something...
but i've tried watching an "old" movie not so long
ago... the Fisher King: starring the late
Robin Williams... it took me... three sittings...
to watch it... i forgot the popcorn...
it's not that i have a short attention span...
but as i've aged: and i've aged to the point
of clarity whereby i don't remember my 20s...
resurfacing mid 30s...
i rather drink... and watch the clouds...
or the wind caress the eucalyptus tree
at the end of my garden...
i can lose myself for an hour, two hours...
at a stretch... focusing on this...
trivial of all trivial of pursuits:
i stopped wondering why cats enjoy sleeping
so much...
i harbour enough lost pursuits
in... BLANKING OUT:
not thinking... by not thinking i eat up time...
i become meshed with space:
i occupy... space somehow occupies me:
i have so little time to stress...
oh i still come across the sort of people
that treat life as a playground...
just today a tender looking man
was walking with a mythological blonde
of a beached whale proportion sort of...
sort of a woman... the traffic light read red:
****** front-brakes... itching... squeaking...
i was asked the same question
i asked the anaesthetician when i was:
gorilla-tested for: lights out...
when having had my wisdom teeth pulled out:
quo vadis... where are you going?
i stopped a while...
i didn't want to lie... i wasn't going to lie...
i pretended to not look at my forehead:
clearly: an impossible feat...
oh... you know... round... and round...
he replied... i like you... and as he walked off
to my back's demand: shadows: align!
i just heard the words...
i love it... he's beefing himself up while
i'm getting ******...
clarity: it's not disgrace rekindling the lost
inhibition of ******* your underwear...
looking for the cursor: still looking...
ah... hey presto! here the little flicker of a ******
supposedly hides... "hides"...
i can't just abandon these Saxons...
it's not like i'm terrible important...
but i woke up with a thought:
if all that's required me: to imply work...
is me... occupying... merely occupying
a designated... space... and time...
the prostitutes come in an £2.00 per minute...
at £120 per hour...
if i were to salvage an ease up
with a holiday... coming up to
£2000 for two weeks' worth
on: well... Jamaica is hardly Nigeria...
is it?
i'd still prefer the cinema of thought
and: ANTI-COGNITION
while all my eyes can cradle is:
the wind caressing an eucalyptus tree...
so... be... it!
the clarity of syllables...
missing in English since:
Fwench was their Hastings bedfellow...
i only find the ****** distinction
somehow: adjective: insert... profound...
the English variation is....
limited to a *******...
hoolahoop.
to hell with owning a car....
and bypassing my chances of felattio,...
i wouldn't touch the natives girls...
even if the Pakistani brigade were at it...
proper... surrounding Yorkshire...
it has become ugly... i tend to cycle past the people
who have orientated themselves
with the proper rations of thirst...
with...
if only a man wrote the whole Frankenstein story...
while a woman wrote the whole
of the myth of Sisyphus...
work: occupying a sanctity of space...
and time as leftovers... capricious... mono-....
self-serviung...
all the wisdom in the palm of your hand...
Buddha-Solomon... harem "quiz!"...
if it's not about money:
a viking on an viking... road-bike...
i was once conflated with Danish origins..
make me, into, "something" resembling
the Faroe Isles....
do i look like anything resembling
Viking: where's... the ******* fire?!
you... knock on the door...
you ring the dor-bell: you need an added:
to: too? dor! ****'s sake...
do-ah-ur... dor... door w'at:?!
it's only a viking road-bicycle,...
contra a trek marlin 5...
the former comes in at £125.... the sinner...
the latter comes in at...
£500...
the cheaper one runs on fancy
rub-ups-rub-downs...
the latter is renowned for: flat tires...
perhaps i yawn.. i sneeze...
perhaps.. the world has its affairs...
perhaps the world simply:
***** off..
thank you... yoyo...
no thank you: please don't come back!
