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"macron" poems
/                        innocent until prōven guilty, contra guilty until                              prōven innocent...   ah!          so the minority report? guilty, while innocent,     based upon a premonition? hindsight with a zodiac type of interpretation...    innocent until prōven guilty has no superiority in practice over the continental guilty until prōven innocent... no... because the principle invokes presuppositions,                   of suppositions... treating the two as propositions - or rather... "verbs" inacted... innocent until prōven guilty - then no understanding of freedom, at least guilty until prōven innocent allows understanding restraint, however unfair,    with 18 years lost...    and then the tears of relief!                      Tomasz Komenda...          an "espionage" case of staging empathy...                en masse...    an innocent man walks away from falsely imposed justice measures... a redemption...        a count de monte cristo allowance...                  but in reverse? the evil man walks free...      succumbing to old age,     and dementia, a pontius pilate pardon... there is no redemption aspect of the saxon course of applying jurisprudence... the... innocent, until prōven guilty, contra: guilty until prōven innocent    schizophrenia?                 the latter overshadows the former...                          because we're not babies... at least with the latter: there's a redemption exegesis -      but with the former?                 bitter-sweet tears within the confines, of an example akin                              to jimmy savile... guilty until prōven innocent    has much more authentic emotional content, with a redemption narrative... innocent until prōven guilty    has?    not much,                                   just a grave, and the stunted emotional expression, what ought to be flowers within the heart,    instead: fungus, growing in the dark... and thus... translating to other hearts:         let's allow this chemo-phobia chemo-philia experiment      be left intact in its the momentum... honestly... the study of law -    is probably the ********* game in the allowance of games of adulthood... one tier above gambling. p.s. because you know there's proof: and that the past-participle thrown into a future, does require an omega rather than an omicron... not an oh, but an ooh... hence? reign from above, on the omicron, with a macron (ō).
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Jul 22, 2018
Jul 22, 2018 at 12:34 PM UTC
contra-evolution of saxon jurisprudence
/                        innocent until prōven guilty, contra guilty until                              prōven innocent...   ah!          so the minority report? guilty, while innocent,     based upon a premonition? hindsight with a zodiac type of interpretation...    innocent until prōven guilty has no superiority in practice over the continental guilty until prōven innocent... no... because the principle invokes presuppositions,                   of suppositions... treating the two as propositions - or rather... "verbs" inacted... innocent until prōven guilty - then no understanding of freedom, at least guilty until prōven innocent allows understanding restraint, however unfair,    with 18 years lost...    and then the tears of relief!                      Tomasz Komenda...          an "espionage" case of staging empathy...                en masse...    an innocent man walks away from falsely imposed justice measures... a redemption...        a count de monte cristo allowance...                  but in reverse? the evil man walks free...      succumbing to old age,     and dementia, a pontius pilate pardon... there is no redemption aspect of the saxon course of applying jurisprudence... the... innocent, until prōven guilty, contra: guilty until prōven innocent    schizophrenia?                 the latter overshadows the former...                          because we're not babies... at least with the latter: there's a redemption exegesis -      but with the former?                 bitter-sweet tears within the confines, of an example akin                              to jimmy savile... guilty until prōven innocent    has much more authentic emotional content, with a redemption narrative... innocent until prōven guilty    has?    not much,                                   just a grave, and the stunted emotional expression, what ought to be flowers within the heart,    instead: fungus, growing in the dark... and thus... translating to other hearts:         let's allow this chemo-phobia chemo-philia experiment      be left intact in its the momentum... honestly... the study of law -    is probably the ********* game in the allowance of games of adulthood... one tier above gambling. p.s. because you know there's proof: and that the past-participle thrown into a future, does require an omega rather than an omicron... not an oh, but an ooh... hence? reign from above, on the omicron, with a macron (ō).
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A Parody Brigitte my love Our Country suffers of many debts The people are restless Whatever shall we do love? Ah Macron, we must think past the cookies The solutions are complex, answers evasive Let me speak with Marie Antoinette, she shall know! Queen of Navarre, By god we shall be saved! Marie, Marie Antoinette our people are restless Our republic is in debt. these are crazy times! Whatever shall we do? I am fed up, allons-y Ah fear not, if they have not bread! Let them eat Nutella! Lower the prices Nutella for the masses!!! Marie, are you sure? very very sure of such things? Oui oui, on with it, my father was emperor of Rome Nutella will calm the masses Come here Nemo. taste, see even Nemo is tres happy now! And so France lowered the prices of Nutella Thus began the nouveau French Revolution Riots in the streets, brawling in the magasins The uprising has began, we want our Nutella for free The masses rose Nutella for all, Nutella for sans prix We are all somewhat fou for Nutella you see! And so the masses fought each other for Nutella's liberty Nutella one and Nut Ella all! I swear to your Brigette We should have given them Macarons!!! People remain civilized with cafe and cookies! n'est pas? Emmanuel my love, fret not The revolution shall be quelled Qh I have the perfect person for this He shall restore order to our dear republic Prey tell Brigette? Who could do such a thing now Riots everywhere, the masses fight each other daily? The streets are not safe There is a shortages of Nutella now, we are doomed cheri Non non mon amour, I shall call Alizee She shall sing us out of the terrible mess She is the mistress of Doug McMillion This man can save us all!! Brigitte, who is this man you call Doug? Why Emmanuel he is the president of Walmart He has squashed many Black Fridays rebellions He shall save us all!!!!!! From these unruly unsavory Nutella shoppers!!!!! Vive la France! Vive Alizee Mange ton macaroon mon cheri C'est ton droit et ta liberté
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Jan 30, 2018
Jan 30, 2018 at 1:18 AM UTC
French Revolution
A Parody Brigitte my love Our Country suffers of many debts The people are restless Whatever shall we do love? Ah Macron, we must think past the cookies The solutions are complex, answers evasive Let me speak with Marie Antoinette, she shall know! Queen of Navarre, By god we shall be saved! Marie, Marie Antoinette our people are restless Our republic is in debt. these are crazy times! Whatever shall we do? I am fed up, allons-y Ah fear not, if they have not bread! Let them eat Nutella! Lower the prices Nutella for the masses!!! Marie, are you sure? very very sure of such things? Oui oui, on with it, my father was emperor of Rome Nutella will calm the masses Come here Nemo. taste, see even Nemo is tres happy now! And so France lowered the prices of Nutella Thus began the nouveau French Revolution Riots in the streets, brawling in the magasins The uprising has began, we want our Nutella for free The masses rose Nutella for all, Nutella for sans prix We are all somewhat fou for Nutella you see! And so the masses fought each other for Nutella's liberty Nutella one and Nut Ella all! I swear to your Brigette We should have given them Macarons!!! People remain civilized with cafe and cookies! n'est pas? Emmanuel my love, fret not The revolution shall be quelled Qh I have the perfect person for this He shall restore order to our dear republic Prey tell Brigette? Who could do such a thing now Riots everywhere, the masses fight each other daily? The streets are not safe There is a shortages of Nutella now, we are doomed cheri Non non mon amour, I shall call Alizee She shall sing us out of the terrible mess She is the mistress of Doug McMillion This man can save us all!! Brigitte, who is this man you call Doug? Why Emmanuel he is the president of Walmart He has squashed many Black Fridays rebellions He shall save us all!!!!!! From these unruly unsavory Nutella shoppers!!!!! Vive la France! Vive Alizee Mange ton macaroon mon cheri C'est ton droit et ta liberté
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the beauty of english nakedness, look at it for long enough and you get to retract or at least crab-walk east into the pincer plateaus of the frozen tundras and see again, proustain afresh in the cork-lined room: what bothered me was the acute stress on the faroese a - english really is a blank canvas: or a complex canvas with many unique distinctions of individual words - perhaps the dementia crisis in english-speaking societies - also why the accent diversity between all those who come to learn it, and those who live in the zeitreich of the absteigen sonne - but theories are theories. so back to the blank canvas,  which allows so see the dynamics, although as i said, the acute faroese a (acute, because derived from the latin verb of needlework / puncture) - ~etymology (approx. because not related to words but phonetic units, i.e. letters) thus reveals that the latin accents died, truth tooth of the phrase latin is a dead tongue - but not as dead as when you see remnants of the transformation, in that certain latin activities (verbs) spawned the stressing revisions on letters to appropriate the nordic and germanic slavic, *** and celt into its ***** acute to puncture - like the polish acute o (ó), meaning to puncture the o and make a U sound, although when otherwise acute is needed, but the geometry is less obvious it means not to stress, but sharpen, cut-short, exfoliate into a range of onomatopoeic comparisons: sneeze - wheezing - high pitch flute - play the clarinet - pincer the tongue - pliers - god knows what instrument i'm really playing: ć, ń, ś, ź - cut the letters from cen nan sap zed into the uniqueness of the actual first letter, go into roman do re mi fa so la ****** musicology) rather than greek omega omicron alpha beta. so this acute faroese a, what bothered me was the suffix -áp... the p you see, if the accent dynamic was to end with a german umlaut -äp or with a māori macron -āp... i would have said the p... rather than ending with a b. *"heimlich" tongue-numbing d.
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Jan 3, 2016
Jan 3, 2016 at 9:06 AM UTC
ð (soft* d) / þ - thorn og eth
the beauty of english nakedness, look at it for long enough and you get to retract or at least crab-walk east into the pincer plateaus of the frozen tundras and see again, proustain afresh in the cork-lined room: what bothered me was the acute stress on the faroese a - english really is a blank canvas: or a complex canvas with many unique distinctions of individual words - perhaps the dementia crisis in english-speaking societies - also why the accent diversity between all those who come to learn it, and those who live in the zeitreich of the absteigen sonne - but theories are theories. so back to the blank canvas,  which allows so see the dynamics, although as i said, the acute faroese a (acute, because derived from the latin verb of needlework / puncture) - ~etymology (approx. because not related to words but phonetic units, i.e. letters) thus reveals that the latin accents died, truth tooth of the phrase latin is a dead tongue - but not as dead as when you see remnants of the transformation, in that certain latin activities (verbs) spawned the stressing revisions on letters to appropriate the nordic and germanic slavic, *** and celt into its ***** acute to puncture - like the polish acute o (ó), meaning to puncture the o and make a U sound, although when otherwise acute is needed, but the geometry is less obvious it means not to stress, but sharpen, cut-short, exfoliate into a range of onomatopoeic comparisons: sneeze - wheezing - high pitch flute - play the clarinet - pincer the tongue - pliers - god knows what instrument i'm really playing: ć, ń, ś, ź - cut the letters from cen nan sap zed into the uniqueness of the actual first letter, go into roman do re mi fa so la ****** musicology) rather than greek omega omicron alpha beta. so this acute faroese a, what bothered me was the suffix -áp... the p you see, if the accent dynamic was to end with a german umlaut -äp or with a māori macron -āp... i would have said the p... rather than ending with a b. *"heimlich" tongue-numbing d.
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i love my life, i can describe it, ok, ok encapsulate it in one word...                           FREE-FALL or                    BUNGEE!                               (see what i mean about not using diacritical insignia, bungee v. bunji     - ji      like genie, oh **** i.e.                  oh gee...       jive in 5...              steps...                   is this                a taste of alkali metals dipped into water?! it better be! never seen a rust instrument in an orchestra - seen a brass, but never a rust instrument. Bowie's Jeans Genie - glue, jaded and jotted down gluttonous - but oh gee and j, glee and Cabaret (or Caba ray, hey, w'ah hey! Cabaré! olé! sound-eater octopus that é is... say e, go on, say it!) now we're talking perfectó muddles and ukuleles (ó meaning shoved away, salute, missing H... not a parabola this time... i.e. per-fect-oh! the little scalpel hovering over the circle is intended as an exclamation mark... you're going to have to shout it! including the silent H... the day when diacritical marks are given equal status with punctuation marks - the word as sentence in equality given its punctuated status of acknowledged syllables, diacritical marks, slits, cutting ins, and when that day comes, i will not be here; so when will umlaut become a colon (:), and macron a hyphen (-)? it's called painting on a blank canvas for the time being: working on the skeleton, fashion, addressing the lack of tailored attire.
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May 16, 2016
May 16, 2016 at 12:18 PM UTC
umlaut colon (:), macron hyphen (-)
i love my life, i can describe it, ok, ok encapsulate it in one word...                           FREE-FALL or                    BUNGEE!                               (see what i mean about not using diacritical insignia, bungee v. bunji     - ji      like genie, oh **** i.e.                  oh gee...       jive in 5...              steps...                   is this                a taste of alkali metals dipped into water?! it better be! never seen a rust instrument in an orchestra - seen a brass, but never a rust instrument. Bowie's Jeans Genie - glue, jaded and jotted down gluttonous - but oh gee and j, glee and Cabaret (or Caba ray, hey, w'ah hey! Cabaré! olé! sound-eater octopus that é is... say e, go on, say it!) now we're talking perfectó muddles and ukuleles (ó meaning shoved away, salute, missing H... not a parabola this time... i.e. per-fect-oh! the little scalpel hovering over the circle is intended as an exclamation mark... you're going to have to shout it! including the silent H... the day when diacritical marks are given equal status with punctuation marks - the word as sentence in equality given its punctuated status of acknowledged syllables, diacritical marks, slits, cutting ins, and when that day comes, i will not be here; so when will umlaut become a colon (:), and macron a hyphen (-)? it's called painting on a blank canvas for the time being: working on the skeleton, fashion, addressing the lack of tailored attire.
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Boris likes to stroke his Mogg Merkel loves a hot Macron David Davis hates to Barnier Keir Starmer gels with Garnier May adores her slimy Gove While Corbyn woos the Abbott Liz Truss? Such angry sourpuss Herself to champion loudly fuss And Greening's not for leaning Against the Brexit so opposed Sajid wants a blimp of Trump Which has given Donald the **** Whilst in the gilt historic chair We’ve a bent partisanal ****** Cash grabbing John the squeaker Bercow! How in hell are you still Speaker? Now when speaking of selfish greed Travel. Duck houses. Second homes, and such Let’s remember; as not to would be unfair That glib arrogant war-monger; Blair I’ve had enough of all of them The Blunts. The Hunts. The useless… Pieces of flotsam and jetsom Don’t even start me on Leadsom! ©pofacedpoetry (Billy Reynard-Bowness 2018 – All rights reserved)
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Aug 24, 2018
Aug 24, 2018 at 8:14 AM UTC
TO LAMPOON THE BUFFOONS
*whatever we speak, it's hardly going to be spoken of.* which means two                   kettles... mind you: target practise                     or as i mind the 2.4                 of said: superman in Iowa... do i care to mind? well, **** me!    they verse in acronym i.n.d.i.a. & c.h.i.n.a. akin to a billion... i'm tongue tied and heaving,        das bōt... this doesn't help the aesthetic... with prolonging dies the excess o...                   kaiser schweizer min took!       whatever that means, they say funny accents in **** to **** a thought of a zeppelin... yhwh: or the hollowing-out, awaiting the god to lift us out...            Pythagorean umlaut into a macron joinery...             depending on your aesthetic... Kreisler schisser...                           twins anti avid, interchange s and z...                                   Charlotte and sharpening, shearing and cheering, and so many excuses...          the chard and the sh and the charcoal and the shattering of, of the chatter:                   cheap and sharp or the acute variations of śarp & ćeap... or what the first H represents: an upper punctuation marking, above the letter,               Y or gamma γ vs. Υ (upsilon)             in latter phrasing comma...    or what's pinpointed with Y and what's later replicated in trigonometric W of sine and cosine, as is Y the tan divergence... excesses bound to later and latter... how to differentiate? the lay'ter from the latté of not mopping up the surd h and the vocalised h that's asphyxiating within catching breath asthmatic?                       people forgot punctuation in the same way they forgot diacritical markings but at least they got a pretty picture and dyslexia, and iconoclasm, and modern illiteracy; as said modern conspiracy theory: far **** away from 1990s cartoon network... everything you just said: doesn't prop a need for me to buy things; which is why, i guess, you need a drugs trade that's the alternative of consumerism.
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Nov 23, 2016
Nov 23, 2016 at 10:36 PM UTC
dāß gelb bōt
*whatever we speak, it's hardly going to be spoken of.* which means two                   kettles... mind you: target practise                     or as i mind the 2.4                 of said: superman in Iowa... do i care to mind? well, **** me!    they verse in acronym i.n.d.i.a. & c.h.i.n.a. akin to a billion... i'm tongue tied and heaving,        das bōt... this doesn't help the aesthetic... with prolonging dies the excess o...                   kaiser schweizer min took!       whatever that means, they say funny accents in **** to **** a thought of a zeppelin... yhwh: or the hollowing-out, awaiting the god to lift us out...            Pythagorean umlaut into a macron joinery...             depending on your aesthetic... Kreisler schisser...                           twins anti avid, interchange s and z...                                   Charlotte and sharpening, shearing and cheering, and so many excuses...          the chard and the sh and the charcoal and the shattering of, of the chatter:                   cheap and sharp or the acute variations of śarp & ćeap... or what the first H represents: an upper punctuation marking, above the letter,               Y or gamma γ vs. Υ (upsilon)             in latter phrasing comma...    or what's pinpointed with Y and what's later replicated in trigonometric W of sine and cosine, as is Y the tan divergence... excesses bound to later and latter... how to differentiate? the lay'ter from the latté of not mopping up the surd h and the vocalised h that's asphyxiating within catching breath asthmatic?                       people forgot punctuation in the same way they forgot diacritical markings but at least they got a pretty picture and dyslexia, and iconoclasm, and modern illiteracy; as said modern conspiracy theory: far **** away from 1990s cartoon network... everything you just said: doesn't prop a need for me to buy things; which is why, i guess, you need a drugs trade that's the alternative of consumerism.
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My dad was on Omaha Beach but he didn’t talk much about it so now I’m going to take the rest of the day to tell you all that he didn’t much talk about we broke the Enigma code yeah we did you can always tell a real veteran by his thousand-yard stare, yessir, I know stuff we kicked the Germans’ butts but he didn’t talk much about it if not for us the French would be speaking German yeah man yeah when I was in graduate school but he didn’t talk much about it we saved the world when I was in graduate school when I saw Patton those liberals in academia he had this thousand-yard stare them snowflakes wouldn’t hit Omaha Beach now they’d be browning their pants when I was in graduate school but he didn’t talk much about it yeah that M-1 was the best battle implement ever devised I got me one and boy it’s got some serious stopping power yessir I just love to go out to the range and pop some caps with that bad boy the French are cheese-eating surrender monkeys we can’t depend on the Italians but he didn’t talk much about it when I was in graduate school thousand-yard stare my dad was there he didn’t talk much about it here is a youtube about it if only those snowflakes would watch Patton they’d learn something left-wing academia he didn’t talk much about it when I was in graduate school yeah man I seen it on Band of Brothers liberal elites Macron Macron Macron first front second front ‘cause I know stuff I got a whole liberry but he didn’t talk much about it if not for us yeah you’d all be speaking German we saved France’s **** when DeGaulle told us he wanted all American soldiers out of France we asked him if that included the thousands of American soldiers in French cemeteries and that sure shut him up ha ha ha bet you never heard that before and then there was these old veterans at the airport and this Frenchy asked them for their passports and this old man had to look for his and this Frenchy asked this veteran if he had been in France before and this veteran said he had and then this Frenchy he said then you know you need to have your passport ready and this here old veteran said that he was at Normandy and there wasn’t no Frenchies to give it to and you could hear a pin drop ha ha I bet you never heard that one before When I was in graduate school when I was on my gap year but he didn’t talk much about it snowflake liberal elites in academia I love me my AK-47 that son spits out some serious lead but he didn’t talk much about it… Me? Like, I had this deferment, my feet, but I know all about it ‘cause I watch John Wayne and my dad was in it so I guess he ought to know and he was in a real war; you were only in like you know them A-rabs and stuff…
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Jun 3, 2019
Jun 3, 2019 at 4:05 PM UTC
The Annual D-Day Commentaries by Laddie-Boys Who Never Made the First Day of Recruit Training
My dad was on Omaha Beach but he didn’t talk much about it so now I’m going to take the rest of the day to tell you all that he didn’t much talk about we broke the Enigma code yeah we did you can always tell a real veteran by his thousand-yard stare, yessir, I know stuff we kicked the Germans’ butts but he didn’t talk much about it if not for us the French would be speaking German yeah man yeah when I was in graduate school but he didn’t talk much about it we saved the world when I was in graduate school when I saw Patton those liberals in academia he had this thousand-yard stare them snowflakes wouldn’t hit Omaha Beach now they’d be browning their pants when I was in graduate school but he didn’t talk much about it yeah that M-1 was the best battle implement ever devised I got me one and boy it’s got some serious stopping power yessir I just love to go out to the range and pop some caps with that bad boy the French are cheese-eating surrender monkeys we can’t depend on the Italians but he didn’t talk much about it when I was in graduate school thousand-yard stare my dad was there he didn’t talk much about it here is a youtube about it if only those snowflakes would watch Patton they’d learn something left-wing academia he didn’t talk much about it when I was in graduate school yeah man I seen it on Band of Brothers liberal elites Macron Macron Macron first front second front ‘cause I know stuff I got a whole liberry but he didn’t talk much about it if not for us yeah you’d all be speaking German we saved France’s **** when DeGaulle told us he wanted all American soldiers out of France we asked him if that included the thousands of American soldiers in French cemeteries and that sure shut him up ha ha ha bet you never heard that before and then there was these old veterans at the airport and this Frenchy asked them for their passports and this old man had to look for his and this Frenchy asked this veteran if he had been in France before and this veteran said he had and then this Frenchy he said then you know you need to have your passport ready and this here old veteran said that he was at Normandy and there wasn’t no Frenchies to give it to and you could hear a pin drop ha ha I bet you never heard that one before When I was in graduate school when I was on my gap year but he didn’t talk much about it snowflake liberal elites in academia I love me my AK-47 that son spits out some serious lead but he didn’t talk much about it… Me? Like, I had this deferment, my feet, but I know all about it ‘cause I watch John Wayne and my dad was in it so I guess he ought to know and he was in a real war; you were only in like you know them A-rabs and stuff…
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i wasn't satisfied with the cartesian                                                                  cogito ergo sum...                 it's not that i couldn't stomach it, it was just:               not enough? people claim that maxim to be the source of all subjectivity,           and there's nothing objective about it.       all this modern talk of subject vs. object, i had to employ a θήσαύρύς.       i needed a square... a solomon's star, two squares encompassed against each other, nothing akin to the star of david... i mean solomon's star, of two squares imposed on each other, layered so you get an oκτάγωνον oktágōnon oh **** a macron over an omicron = an omega!                                   oh k'tah goo non...       wait wait... i was going to write something concrete, and yes, it was based on solomon's star...              6 things -      cogito                              sum subjectivity                        objectivity            king david (6)      reflexive                           reflective    thinking = subjectivity = the reflective     thinking = subjectivity = the reflexive       thinking = objectivity = the reflective     thinking = objectivity = the reflexive         king solomon (8)      being = subjectivity = the reflective        being = subjectivity = the reflexive       being = objectivity = the reflective               being = objectivity = the reflexive (alt. given the atheistic scissors of definite / indefinite articles of the / a a reflex, a reflection) what this means is, what's generally thought of as the tetragrammaton, but it's not four letters,     it's the interpolation of the four main faculties, that are now seen as tripling up, or call them: cubed; a lament configuration representation.           thinking is subjective in that it is also reflective   (the narcissus bias)      thinking is subjective in that it is also reflexive      (i need a shave)      thinking is objective in that it is also reflective        (i am ageing)    thinking is objective in that it is also reflexive           (i'll just stop looking into a mirror)... dear apologies for the geometry of the arrangement                               of words, i know you'd love to see a tartan pattern               of interchange, but this **** seems rigid, in the way    that i wrote it... i couldn't find a way to write a b a b                      as stated, it only came out as a a b b,                             or a b c a b c         rather a a b b c c. but do you see what is even more fascinating than numbers?     the arithmetic symbols... arithmetic symbols are very much akin to diacritical symbols...               i write an over-simplification of a concept using =, and then all these conjunctional words pop up!    and yes, in terms of citing heidegger as opposed to         descartes      there's a great disparity between                           being     and i am -                           self-evident,       being = the sum, a total, Σ, while      i am? it's a unitary representation of the total (sum / sigma)     of the possible mode of being -        it's also called ego interference / pronoun inteference              in the conceptualisation of the cascade that's ergo                             into the basin that's dasein. what philosophy call metaphysics?                          linguistics call orthography...                                  what chemists call para- positioning on                      a benzene ring;                                          or what non-chemists call the paranormal.
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May 5, 2017
May 5, 2017 at 1:31 PM UTC
i needed a square / θήσαύρύς
i wasn't satisfied with the cartesian                                                                  cogito ergo sum...                 it's not that i couldn't stomach it, it was just:               not enough? people claim that maxim to be the source of all subjectivity,           and there's nothing objective about it.       all this modern talk of subject vs. object, i had to employ a θήσαύρύς.       i needed a square... a solomon's star, two squares encompassed against each other, nothing akin to the star of david... i mean solomon's star, of two squares imposed on each other, layered so you get an oκτάγωνον oktágōnon oh **** a macron over an omicron = an omega!                                   oh k'tah goo non...       wait wait... i was going to write something concrete, and yes, it was based on solomon's star...              6 things -      cogito                              sum subjectivity                        objectivity            king david (6)      reflexive                           reflective    thinking = subjectivity = the reflective     thinking = subjectivity = the reflexive       thinking = objectivity = the reflective     thinking = objectivity = the reflexive         king solomon (8)      being = subjectivity = the reflective        being = subjectivity = the reflexive       being = objectivity = the reflective               being = objectivity = the reflexive (alt. given the atheistic scissors of definite / indefinite articles of the / a a reflex, a reflection) what this means is, what's generally thought of as the tetragrammaton, but it's not four letters,     it's the interpolation of the four main faculties, that are now seen as tripling up, or call them: cubed; a lament configuration representation.           thinking is subjective in that it is also reflective   (the narcissus bias)      thinking is subjective in that it is also reflexive      (i need a shave)      thinking is objective in that it is also reflective        (i am ageing)    thinking is objective in that it is also reflexive           (i'll just stop looking into a mirror)... dear apologies for the geometry of the arrangement                               of words, i know you'd love to see a tartan pattern               of interchange, but this **** seems rigid, in the way    that i wrote it... i couldn't find a way to write a b a b                      as stated, it only came out as a a b b,                             or a b c a b c         rather a a b b c c. but do you see what is even more fascinating than numbers?     the arithmetic symbols... arithmetic symbols are very much akin to diacritical symbols...               i write an over-simplification of a concept using =, and then all these conjunctional words pop up!    and yes, in terms of citing heidegger as opposed to         descartes      there's a great disparity between                           being     and i am -                           self-evident,       being = the sum, a total, Σ, while      i am? it's a unitary representation of the total (sum / sigma)     of the possible mode of being -        it's also called ego interference / pronoun inteference              in the conceptualisation of the cascade that's ergo                             into the basin that's dasein. what philosophy call metaphysics?                          linguistics call orthography...                                  what chemists call para- positioning on                      a benzene ring;                                          or what non-chemists call the paranormal.
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-President Macron Your privacy is guaranteed There’s nothing to see here, nothing He died while trying to escape Now, then, this might sting a little Winning the hearts and minds of the people A light at the end of the tunnel Lose weight without diet or exercise We will never sell your information Uploaded unintentionally Oh, sure, I’ll pay you back next week
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Apr 23, 2019
Apr 23, 2019 at 4:20 PM UTC
"We Will Rebuild Notre Dame Even More Beautifully"
french garçon - son - ç / s / ς. and i let the wind turn the page, while i held onto the last word, i let the wind turn the page had it not have been held like a woman in a marriage, and indeed the wind flipped the page - yes, the perfumery of books, old or new, stale or freshly baked - i wanted the wind to turn the pages of this remnant upheaval of readied reading - as scenic as i could have wanted - i let loose the page from under my fingers, and the wind turned the page... how i became entombed in the company of the god Éolides (εωλιδης) - and what a happy repose it came to be - yes, the greeks proved to be the true aesthetic masters - dependence on pronuciation's elongation and curbing - a macron on the omicron is an omega - etc. - and the epsilon (ε) should be coupled with eta (η) in terms of style, as sigma (σ / ς), already is - but it will be hard, having to digitalise handwriting, and how easily we can impose words on the page, without the smooth rekindling of the waves of an incoming tide of inspired thinking known as the birch forerunner, scout. hence the new testament fitted with the old: y omega w omicron / y epsilon w eta / y theta w phi - i.e. yωwo / yεwη / yθwφ; but of course i'm implying the same treatment for o and ω like i'm implying for the above mentioned ε and η akin to handwritten ease of the two sigmas (σ / ς) - the latter written at the end of words, the former in between.
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Apr 9, 2016
Apr 9, 2016 at 12:52 PM UTC
finishing the Pisan cantos p.s. (εωλιδης)
Under torn roofs, on scattered graves, Assad soldiers celebrate their end of fight! Adrift, disbelief devouring souls, We beat the "terrorists", they still cite! Carrying Kalashnikovs on their backs, Scared but looting everything in sight. We won; this should be our wage; A chance we may lose despite! In Syria, massacres become a tradition, Like father, like son! What a plight! Ben Ali said before "I understood you" To KSA, he took the first flight. Egypt’s Mubarak "got your demands" Later, he stepped down overnight. In Syria, neither understood nor could he; Needless to say, he got a green light! Homes bombed, children sniped, A Million died, no end in sight! Bombs are ringing out the windows, Raining death hunts Syrians campsite! Assad media alleging a conspiracy; ignited a war, Oh! Russians delight! Maskirovka? Outdated doctrine stupid! Wild bears never again fly-by-night! In Duma they used chemical weapons, innocent children suffocated at night! Foam coming out of their mouths, Trying hard to breathe at twilight There Macron looking for proof! May you try yourself & feel the rite! Nature disliked, condemned this act, whilst Arabs upon condemnation, did not unite! Trump tweeted! Pushed Assad to evacuate. Russian warships moved away at daylight! Do send the fleet & honor those tweets! Think heaven gates are shining tonight. No behind-scenes deals, no survival. Take gas killing animal to nearest waste site. Pardon me if bothered you President Trump I wrote you coz we don't sleep at night. #Chemical_Tweets Written by : Adam Nahhass April 13, 2018
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Apr 20, 2018
Apr 20, 2018 at 3:20 PM UTC
Chemical Tweets
Under torn roofs, on scattered graves, Assad soldiers celebrate their end of fight! Adrift, disbelief devouring souls, We beat the "terrorists", they still cite! Carrying Kalashnikovs on their backs, Scared but looting everything in sight. We won; this should be our wage; A chance we may lose despite! In Syria, massacres become a tradition, Like father, like son! What a plight! Ben Ali said before "I understood you" To KSA, he took the first flight. Egypt’s Mubarak "got your demands" Later, he stepped down overnight. In Syria, neither understood nor could he; Needless to say, he got a green light! Homes bombed, children sniped, A Million died, no end in sight! Bombs are ringing out the windows, Raining death hunts Syrians campsite! Assad media alleging a conspiracy; ignited a war, Oh! Russians delight! Maskirovka? Outdated doctrine stupid! Wild bears never again fly-by-night! In Duma they used chemical weapons, innocent children suffocated at night! Foam coming out of their mouths, Trying hard to breathe at twilight There Macron looking for proof! May you try yourself & feel the rite! Nature disliked, condemned this act, whilst Arabs upon condemnation, did not unite! Trump tweeted! Pushed Assad to evacuate. Russian warships moved away at daylight! Do send the fleet & honor those tweets! Think heaven gates are shining tonight. No behind-scenes deals, no survival. Take gas killing animal to nearest waste site. Pardon me if bothered you President Trump I wrote you coz we don't sleep at night. #Chemical_Tweets Written by : Adam Nahhass April 13, 2018
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Angela Merkel is walking away The mantle swings to they, Who  aspire now to replace her And seek to win the day. Pray now for the wisdom of Solomon, Pray now that judgment won’t lapse, Seek the best of hope to Heaven That Germany won't collapse. Collapse to the howls of the fascists, Engage the undisciplined sin Of disintegration's extremism Where the origins of ISIS begin. Pander to thugs, now demanding, An end to immigrant days, Through implacable acts of violence, In hatred’s interplay's. The fog of **** yesterdays Hang cold, suspended there Like ghosts recalling Auschwitz’ Implacable dead stare. The chemistry repeats itself, Thugs roam the street, Fear, the key, reflected In the eyes of some you meet. Russia wields the key to heat In leveraging the play While France, as usual, vacillates With Macron’s “non vouz parle”, Boris waves his Brexit flag, Inexorably, in retreat Whilst Europe spins confusion To the people in the street. Choose wisely, now, replacement, Ensure the strength is there, Clear future pathways sagely, (I beseech you now to care)... Forge the way ahead in steel And falter not, your step For fate itself, is in your grasp For Germany’s self respect. M. 21 September 2021
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Sep 21, 2021
Sep 21, 2021 at 3:14 AM UTC
Angela Walks Away...
tame the dragon, earn refuge among the lions... com si, com sa. and there i am, fiddling with ***** on my neck and chequers; at least chauvinism engages with women and women love it, the fascist boots stomping... march approved: goose stratum. but misogyny? they can banshee their way into Arnold's: the ghosts we should be afraid of... but can't be bothered... aren't really edible... or marriage prone... for that matter. it's almost like we created a world where Sheba was correct, copper skinned peoples copulate and we just watch, revisionist re-counter with south america... an aztec singalong... truant peoples: scientists **** among cyborgs. well... if my logic of arithmetic is wrong, then how did the umlaut not count as two: or a prolonging? given the grapheme was given an antidote of grappling siamese? Æ or aesch or ash... gravity of the book of genesis... the beginning was bound to be ugly... but it didn't take the crucifix to shape the world, but as the advent proved: it did. ä equals aa - surely - likened to the aesthetic of pull of throttle - unless dot dot is also hyphen or macron for the above indicator ā... ***** of a language, english, english is a ***** of a language, everyone speaks it! cyborg mega-tech pa pa - that's goodbye without etymological basis worth of an investigation; rotten core? aqua: a- (without) -qua (as being) - well that thing became congested as what could be managed: a clepsydra; originally robbed, perpetuated robbery. translated? vater. and then father comes along.
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Dec 15, 2016
Dec 15, 2016 at 12:45 PM UTC
cymraeg
tame the dragon, earn refuge among the lions... com si, com sa. and there i am, fiddling with ***** on my neck and chequers; at least chauvinism engages with women and women love it, the fascist boots stomping... march approved: goose stratum. but misogyny? they can banshee their way into Arnold's: the ghosts we should be afraid of... but can't be bothered... aren't really edible... or marriage prone... for that matter. it's almost like we created a world where Sheba was correct, copper skinned peoples copulate and we just watch, revisionist re-counter with south america... an aztec singalong... truant peoples: scientists **** among cyborgs. well... if my logic of arithmetic is wrong, then how did the umlaut not count as two: or a prolonging? given the grapheme was given an antidote of grappling siamese? Æ or aesch or ash... gravity of the book of genesis... the beginning was bound to be ugly... but it didn't take the crucifix to shape the world, but as the advent proved: it did. ä equals aa - surely - likened to the aesthetic of pull of throttle - unless dot dot is also hyphen or macron for the above indicator ā... ***** of a language, english, english is a ***** of a language, everyone speaks it! cyborg mega-tech pa pa - that's goodbye without etymological basis worth of an investigation; rotten core? aqua: a- (without) -qua (as being) - well that thing became congested as what could be managed: a clepsydra; originally robbed, perpetuated robbery. translated? vater. and then father comes along.
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indicative: that's, what i might call an adjective....       indication? that's what i'd call a noun -         indicating? that's probably a verb - i'm still mystified by this flower or bush or tree        or whatever the hell it's doing, which, given it's springtime: is probably just blooming...                        milk               honey              soap    or the variant in polish                         mleko           miód                   mydło; because that's basically saying:                   if i've lost my cultural identity, something folkish, and i get emotional about a scandinavian                            folk song (herr mannelig) -                            then i really have to get my act together and say: you can everything you want!         have it!             my mother tongue?    you're not having it! and what is currently the "west"?               talk of feminism...                              i once had a girlfriend that told me i would always be a man-child (christ ref.) -             but all she said was:                     "real" men don't cry. well **** me!                           i can't weep at an ola gjeilo composition? well... ***** you're really into the jason voorhees types: and i mean that, i'm dead serious about that point:     either that or psychiatrists,                 or neurologists. but so it happens, that i won't be soppy about this debackle...      you know what i was thinking of?           the european version of peanut butter & jelly - well, being a european i'm, quiet frankly, an omnivore...        and when you're drunk, and you're an attested tobacco user...          you'll seriously think some weird **** up...                         so yeah, i came with an alternative to the american sandwich recipe of                 peanut, butter... and jam...    said like a true nova scotia       "patriot"...            o.k., i can imagine the scots and the french heading north, the english the irish and whatever was left-over down south in the hail! glorious u.s.a.!                   where did the welsh go to?                                                                  siberia? or alaska? anyway... my innovation...                             pâté                               (circumflex)              a bit like a macron (ā) - so yeah...      pâté! and cherry jam!                           a bit like saying:                              à croissant! avec jambon et fromage!       alt. parisien... à crêpe!          "          "       "       "                                          (as in, the same as stated above). oh right, forgot to mention: weet chili sauce with the croissant variation. **** me! what's with the linguistic aesthetic of     adding an unnecessary    e in a word like crêpe...          the word can end on the p... like in english:      crap.
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Apr 24, 2017
Apr 24, 2017 at 4:38 PM UTC
pâté et confítūr(e)
indicative: that's, what i might call an adjective....       indication? that's what i'd call a noun -         indicating? that's probably a verb - i'm still mystified by this flower or bush or tree        or whatever the hell it's doing, which, given it's springtime: is probably just blooming...                        milk               honey              soap    or the variant in polish                         mleko           miód                   mydło; because that's basically saying:                   if i've lost my cultural identity, something folkish, and i get emotional about a scandinavian                            folk song (herr mannelig) -                            then i really have to get my act together and say: you can everything you want!         have it!             my mother tongue?    you're not having it! and what is currently the "west"?               talk of feminism...                              i once had a girlfriend that told me i would always be a man-child (christ ref.) -             but all she said was:                     "real" men don't cry. well **** me!                           i can't weep at an ola gjeilo composition? well... ***** you're really into the jason voorhees types: and i mean that, i'm dead serious about that point:     either that or psychiatrists,                 or neurologists. but so it happens, that i won't be soppy about this debackle...      you know what i was thinking of?           the european version of peanut butter & jelly - well, being a european i'm, quiet frankly, an omnivore...        and when you're drunk, and you're an attested tobacco user...          you'll seriously think some weird **** up...                         so yeah, i came with an alternative to the american sandwich recipe of                 peanut, butter... and jam...    said like a true nova scotia       "patriot"...            o.k., i can imagine the scots and the french heading north, the english the irish and whatever was left-over down south in the hail! glorious u.s.a.!                   where did the welsh go to?                                                                  siberia? or alaska? anyway... my innovation...                             pâté                               (circumflex)              a bit like a macron (ā) - so yeah...      pâté! and cherry jam!                           a bit like saying:                              à croissant! avec jambon et fromage!       alt. parisien... à crêpe!          "          "       "       "                                          (as in, the same as stated above). oh right, forgot to mention: weet chili sauce with the croissant variation. **** me! what's with the linguistic aesthetic of     adding an unnecessary    e in a word like crêpe...          the word can end on the p... like in english:      crap.
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and it really is a hashtag approach,     #sudoku, the only "problem" is regarding           supper -                   no diacritical distinction no "sapper"...        i.e. leaning toward sap-+-per, well...        the argument aligned itself toward either:          #sūdoku      vs.             #súdoku                  is the u macron-prolonged or is    it stressed? mind you,   both instances stress applying a scalpel to the word,    opening it up,               and retrieving syllables... whatever the choice,    i'm still trying to figure out the most terse formulation of optics regarding these puzzles...     e.g.                                        8-x-8                  5                  |                  y                  |                  5                2                   \                      z                         \                            2 at school, when we learned about pythagoras,    we were taught that you required 3 coordinates to draw a straight line...    funny... since in terms of travel, that whacky geometry    of swiggly lines, turns and curves, you only require a point (a)         and a point (b); i'm eventually going to either crack the ultimate simplication of these puzzles...              or i'm going to bore myself to death...      either way, i'm still going to go to the shop, and buy myself    three bottles of beer.
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Jul 13, 2017
Jul 13, 2017 at 1:38 PM UTC
#sūdoku / #súdoku
and it really is a hashtag approach,     #sudoku, the only "problem" is regarding           supper -                   no diacritical distinction no "sapper"...        i.e. leaning toward sap-+-per, well...        the argument aligned itself toward either:          #sūdoku      vs.             #súdoku                  is the u macron-prolonged or is    it stressed? mind you,   both instances stress applying a scalpel to the word,    opening it up,               and retrieving syllables... whatever the choice,    i'm still trying to figure out the most terse formulation of optics regarding these puzzles...     e.g.                                        8-x-8                  5                  |                  y                  |                  5                2                   \                      z                         \                            2 at school, when we learned about pythagoras,    we were taught that you required 3 coordinates to draw a straight line...    funny... since in terms of travel, that whacky geometry    of swiggly lines, turns and curves, you only require a point (a)         and a point (b); i'm eventually going to either crack the ultimate simplication of these puzzles...              or i'm going to bore myself to death...      either way, i'm still going to go to the shop, and buy myself    three bottles of beer.
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it's so good to feel, something, anything;    perhaps even crying while singing along to        fiddler on the roof's if i were a rich man - breaking into tears at the point where the song breaks into... simply             syllables...     oh what sweetness can be derived from crying, from feeling... from engaging in the world as must be necessary...          in the evolution of theology, working from polytheism...                       yhwh      (the tetragrammaton) is the reason, i.e. the god of thought...                      ālláh?       the god of emotion... the god of song, the god of praise, so why would muslims need to respect the third schism, that's manifest in wahhabism? wahhabism doesn't respect music, yet there's the song on a minaret to the count of five times a day... unlike the church bell... there's a song in the minaret, fives times a day does the uvula vibrate from a song being echoed... of the three? sh'i'ah. but who then is?          the god of libido?                              15/5/1986?              chernobyll? that's really ******* audacious of me,          i wonder if it's also towing behind that assumption a second assumption, of: being auspicious -                then i'll do my dance, pseudo-blind   as in: dancing with my eyes closed...                              then i'll also be found tickling a candle flame, and do what i have done since being a child... "twirling" my index against the thumb, call it a massage for all i care;       but what a glorious feeling... to simply feel! to be able to cry, and compensate                 with out-of-the-body-like-experience of laughter! oh? you want an explanation of the diacritics?    well, since you asked... islam has been benevolent to poland from what i gather...          the ottomans have become neutralised, the former enemy has reversed and subsequently become buffer.... i'll celebrate that word, in all it's glory like i would, constantly thinking about the tetragrammaton...                            so                             ālláh:     macron over the first ah      prolongs the vowel:             aa                                     and the acute on the second a? á?               that sharpens the concept of the breath (soul),                   that's borrowed from yhwh - with the clasp of the H... for H                     and H              are god's hands.
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Apr 21, 2017
Apr 21, 2017 at 12:33 PM UTC
ālláh
it's so good to feel, something, anything;    perhaps even crying while singing along to        fiddler on the roof's if i were a rich man - breaking into tears at the point where the song breaks into... simply             syllables...     oh what sweetness can be derived from crying, from feeling... from engaging in the world as must be necessary...          in the evolution of theology, working from polytheism...                       yhwh      (the tetragrammaton) is the reason, i.e. the god of thought...                      ālláh?       the god of emotion... the god of song, the god of praise, so why would muslims need to respect the third schism, that's manifest in wahhabism? wahhabism doesn't respect music, yet there's the song on a minaret to the count of five times a day... unlike the church bell... there's a song in the minaret, fives times a day does the uvula vibrate from a song being echoed... of the three? sh'i'ah. but who then is?          the god of libido?                              15/5/1986?              chernobyll? that's really ******* audacious of me,          i wonder if it's also towing behind that assumption a second assumption, of: being auspicious -                then i'll do my dance, pseudo-blind   as in: dancing with my eyes closed...                              then i'll also be found tickling a candle flame, and do what i have done since being a child... "twirling" my index against the thumb, call it a massage for all i care;       but what a glorious feeling... to simply feel! to be able to cry, and compensate                 with out-of-the-body-like-experience of laughter! oh? you want an explanation of the diacritics?    well, since you asked... islam has been benevolent to poland from what i gather...          the ottomans have become neutralised, the former enemy has reversed and subsequently become buffer.... i'll celebrate that word, in all it's glory like i would, constantly thinking about the tetragrammaton...                            so                             ālláh:     macron over the first ah      prolongs the vowel:             aa                                     and the acute on the second a? á?               that sharpens the concept of the breath (soul),                   that's borrowed from yhwh - with the clasp of the H... for H                     and H              are god's hands.
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The last three weeks have been a seemingly endless series of welcome parties, get-togethers, receptions, meet-and-greets and cocktail parties - every kind of cheesy or ostentatious soirée my Grandmère can throw together, she’s dragged me to. It’s hard to match her energy. “You have to meet people,” she insists, “and they have to meet YOU.” “And why?” I asked, eloquently, but there’s no use resisting - she’s tireless. The Prime Minister of France - met him. The mayor of Paris, met him, the CEOs of Paribas, L’Oréal, TotalEnergies, AXA, met them, the ministers of the economy, interior and foreign affairs - met ‘em. The US ambassador to France, met him. In the play “My Fair Lady,” Eliza, meeting people frantically at the races, repeats “How do you do,” over and over and over to great comedic effect. That’s how I feel at these parties, “Enchanté, enchanté, enchanté, enchanté, enchanté.” I say, turning in circles. I’ve met Emmanuel Macron before, but I’m sure I’ll be seeing him again soon. I haven’t met his wife though - I’d love to ask her about that slap.. hhmm. At these events she’s made sure that I’ve met anyone who’s anyone at Université Paris Cité. Is that surprising? No, because that’s how crazy-lady operates. “You meet everyone, eye-to-eye,” she lectures, “you have to get out of your bubble, and experience the world as interesting,” That’s her favorite saying these days. “I don’t HAVE a bubble,” I replied, defensively, but she’s left the room - she’s never still. She seems to know we’re on the clock, that once med-school starts, (in September) I’m going to be all about that. It’s Monday morning. I’ve been at the Shangri-La hotel pool, where we have full privileges, and I’m coated, like a potato, head to foot, with SPF 50 sunscreen - when who shows up? Peter (my bf). “You’re early!” I say, not at all displeased, but I’m SO conscious of my tacky skin and chemical smell that I face-palm him as he comes in for a snog. EEuuww. I can’t make-out with a guy when I’m all greased up. “5 minutes,” I assured him, heading for the shower. “I’ll join you,” he offered. “Well, ok,” I chuckle. . . Songs for this: Better Days by NEIKED, Mae Muller & Polo G This Girl by Kungs & Cookin' On 3 Burners Cake By The Ocean by DNCE  [E]
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Aug 19, 2025
Aug 19, 2025 at 7:03 AM UTC
soirées
The last three weeks have been a seemingly endless series of welcome parties, get-togethers, receptions, meet-and-greets and cocktail parties - every kind of cheesy or ostentatious soirée my Grandmère can throw together, she’s dragged me to. It’s hard to match her energy. “You have to meet people,” she insists, “and they have to meet YOU.” “And why?” I asked, eloquently, but there’s no use resisting - she’s tireless. The Prime Minister of France - met him. The mayor of Paris, met him, the CEOs of Paribas, L’Oréal, TotalEnergies, AXA, met them, the ministers of the economy, interior and foreign affairs - met ‘em. The US ambassador to France, met him. In the play “My Fair Lady,” Eliza, meeting people frantically at the races, repeats “How do you do,” over and over and over to great comedic effect. That’s how I feel at these parties, “Enchanté, enchanté, enchanté, enchanté, enchanté.” I say, turning in circles. I’ve met Emmanuel Macron before, but I’m sure I’ll be seeing him again soon. I haven’t met his wife though - I’d love to ask her about that slap.. hhmm. At these events she’s made sure that I’ve met anyone who’s anyone at Université Paris Cité. Is that surprising? No, because that’s how crazy-lady operates. “You meet everyone, eye-to-eye,” she lectures, “you have to get out of your bubble, and experience the world as interesting,” That’s her favorite saying these days. “I don’t HAVE a bubble,” I replied, defensively, but she’s left the room - she’s never still. She seems to know we’re on the clock, that once med-school starts, (in September) I’m going to be all about that. It’s Monday morning. I’ve been at the Shangri-La hotel pool, where we have full privileges, and I’m coated, like a potato, head to foot, with SPF 50 sunscreen - when who shows up? Peter (my bf). “You’re early!” I say, not at all displeased, but I’m SO conscious of my tacky skin and chemical smell that I face-palm him as he comes in for a snog. EEuuww. I can’t make-out with a guy when I’m all greased up. “5 minutes,” I assured him, heading for the shower. “I’ll join you,” he offered. “Well, ok,” I chuckle. . . Songs for this: Better Days by NEIKED, Mae Muller & Polo G This Girl by Kungs & Cookin' On 3 Burners Cake By The Ocean by DNCE  [E]
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beginning with the circle, for there are three, in an "abstract" sense of staging the Δ, i.e.: Ω Υ O alternatively: o υ ω thus in deed... (macron as omega, in greek acute accent on upsilon to extract omega, or the p(oo)l sound.. acute on the omicron? gives you upsilon... omega = macron on the omicron)... however the Σ (totality) of this observation? how many s esses are there, orthodoxically speaking? s, ś, ß (a german grapheme, variant of the roman æ, æsc, sszett - albeit the latter invoking consonants, the former? volwels), the greek will now provide the aesthetic twins: σ, ς (whereby the latter, created the french ç, which is another form of s... e.g. in the word waiter: garçon) - the final s form? akin to ß... but the germans would write it as -sch-, east germans say it when writing ich... in english the compound is -sh- sharp... in slavic it's: either -sz- a variant of the english -sh-, or with a caron, e.g. š... like the car-manufacturer: škoda... which, when said in adverts... omits the diacritical mark. how many "satans" can you see? count: s, ś, ß, σ, ς, ç, (-sh- / -sz- /) š: eins, zwei, drei, vier, fünf, sechs, sieben... you can site that seven headed hydra in the book of revelation... right about now. oh sure... let's go crazy, put an extra head on the beast: the cyrillic ш... some sort of rigid omega, or worse still... an uptight double-"u".... it's a V, a ******* V, a double V! qui? qui? wee? wee? it's a soft-v!
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May 15, 2017
May 15, 2017 at 9:20 AM UTC
a pseduo-socratic 'so' (theaetetus, penguin classics, page 118): an elaboration
“There is no Planet B” – Emmanuel Macron Consider our dear earthly mother          Who serves our daily bread and drink,      And freely gives from her slender crust     The very stuff of farms and cities. Every sprout that bursts by her grace          To form tiny clovers or giant sequoias,      Every saint or cutthroat and all in between     Owe all they have to her bountiful womb. Given what our earthly mom is to us,          What should we be to her?      Should we shower her with obedient honor     Or gnaw off the hands that feed us? All that we know and feel          Or hope will ever be      Lives and rains and snows on Planet A     There is no Planet B! Robert Charles Howard
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Apr 10, 2023
Apr 10, 2023 at 10:14 AM UTC
Planet A
The French president said that colonialism was a grave mistake. This does not mean that reverse colonisation is going to stop, Emmanuel. It should, in theory be allowed to continue for the same length of time as your occupation. The price of empire will mean the repatriation of all your past plundering. This goes for all countries that partook in the destruction of defenceless nations. Home of the stranger and grave of the native is where the metaphor is buried. But the time for exhumation has come, because the DNA of history can no longer be disputed. Une petite bombe dans l'égout de Paris pourrait apporter cette ville à l'arrêt complet.
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Dec 22, 2019
Dec 22, 2019 at 12:47 PM UTC
Macron
Hands are where the hearts are      Zelensky’s is in his gauche         Macron’s is in his droit     Trump’s is in both, because   He’s holding The Royal Flush
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Mar 1, 2025
Mar 1, 2025 at 4:15 AM UTC
........Cardiology.......
VENEZ EU LA. In French it means OMINOUS Because Macron opposes Madura. Yet we all know, Le Pen is the rightful President of La France.
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Feb 2, 2019
Feb 2, 2019 at 4:06 AM UTC
Venezeula