lieutenant sticks, that's what they called him,
kij denotes a stick, without confusion
the emphasis of an olé (diacritical marks
are punctuations in punctuation) -
russians love to read, so you begin writing for
russians... a bit simple...
i know they will one day approve
diacritical marks for the j, and depose the dot
above it like a halo...
so i then get to say: key-jay....
unitl that day happens i won't be found
playing the piano, able to read the notes
of a composition...
nor draw blood from my fingers when
allowing myself the second thought of chess...
but some day along this carpe diem expansion
i will say: that day i took l.s.d.,
and also that memory of 1950s
technicolor films made all the more sense...
and it really was that saturation of colour,
the original saturation of colour translated onto screen...
like fake-tan orange of essex,
i'm about to juggle watermelons: wee!
productive sarcasm or even counter-productive sarcasm
never really sticks to a frying-pan of salivated over
pancakes readied for breakfast or some hereafter...
slobber gusto is not exactly a case of Pavlov's...
nor is reading a sunday newspaper...
i can only think of a "metaphor" of walking
the dog in an english park and picking up
its ****... so much so for agonising myself reading
a newspaper... so i guess i now get to write the word
similie, in italics preceded by the colon heresy and not
reaching for the b, i.e.: italics.
when did i become so twitchy and double pardon
a concern for appreciating the comment?
last time i read jane eyre and started thinking about
that madwoman in the attic, that was rochester's
first wife... about that time...
unlike that case of being a "poet" and writing
a scenario, i feel no guilt over these compositions,
why did bukowski have the c.i.a. onto him and not
the f.b.i.?
could you tell me if he was a spy?
oh look... a tumbleweed moment...
so i was talking to these two drunks
in this shady place at night
and just blah blah blah later we exchanged
ethnic content, and one said he lived in
birmingham for a while, that place where ozzy
came from... and it's not like they even call
that city a "venice of the west", or a "st. petersburg of the west",
just as well... they twinned the town of
grimsby to chernobyl...
they have edinburgh the "athens of the north",
they have amsterdam, the "venice of the north"...
and then you get birmingham,
and it could apply for a romance from somone,
like the venice of north-west... north by north west...
i'm not ignorant because of copernicus:
just a little bit disorientated trying to translate
sign-language from chinese ideograms...
the idea was: ching chang walla(h)...
extend that and you have imitations of dolly,
oh... finding dory...
or... when in suffering, make a comedy...
like that pain adoolf hihi-tler felt watching a charlie
chaplin movie and saying: that moustache gig
is going to conquer the world.
so where was i?
if you build a labyrinth you're bound
to ask the question of where you are?
ah right, heading for the mortality exit...
concentrating on some word that would make no sense
to the average cognitive tactic of narration...
kije! - yep, sticks, that's the plural
version of kij, which just means stick...
i really want to put a macron over that j
so people don't confuse yahweh with jesus
or add fractions to the concept...
or what the ancient greeks did, i.e. doing the dumbest
thing possible of sub-humanising the jews...
suddenly Y is very far
from
J
via gamma... was that me trying to
turn the tongue into a saxophone of cool?
is that word even as half relevant these days as disco?
or is that when good becomes "evil"
and evil becomes "good" and we call
a nightclub a slaughterhouse?
" " aside... you don't get to play the existentialists
when it comes to words like list from
the thesaurus (rex) beginning with the word red...
the book states the "ambiguity"
via its synonym basis: crimson, burgundy...
red... rose...
or as kant would put it: we need the categorical
imperative, not to be "good", but to make
clear distinctions...
and what a sad sad affair that has become,
when having looked for all the facts,
we became stunted and now argue with
what is the chiral (evidently opposite of facts) statements;
so they had genes and so they came up with memes...
facts need the opposite unit for them to be
the much needed resource...
i guess i can't "coin a phrase" working
on this angle... because a word already exists to counter
factual expressions... you posit the chiral version
of facts on the word... factoid.
