first, make sure you are very concerned with
unlearned or silenced or misread minorities. this establishes that you
are a rarity, a person of charity,
a champion and deity of the small and the voiceless.
you’ve made the right choices
swallowed the right poisons
so now you’re not pointless,
you’re with the top few
of the economic disparity.
do you aver verity?
not so much.
you just make the choicest noises.

second, it is very important that you stud your vernacular
with words like deictic, post-spaciality, and sub-simulacular.
when you, font of knowledge, squeeze out pearls like turds
in twelve-point, double spaced, times new roman rows,
lined up like crows or some other ***** birds,
be sure to write no sentence shorter than thirty words, and
see to it that two thirds of these words have more than ten letters
that even the nerds in their plaid-patterned sweaters have not once ever heard.

when you walk, A paper in hand, from your car to your apartment, past four vagrants, do not look at them.
do not look into the eyes of the man standing in the rain, barefoot, black, green, and yellow toenails oozing and crusting, nodding his head and shouting at no one, and do not wonder whether or not he’d be there had he been educated.

lexicon is not eloquence.

erudition is not wisdom.

intelligence is not a prerequisite for rights.

you have no rights.

take a dictionary and shove it up your *** and
while you’re at it, shove one up mine, too.

I see my snowy steps disappearing  in the
snow. The coldness will swallow  them.
Wet winces on snow ,wetter than any wince.

I am more involved in  a  sharp  snowless stretch
than I was ever. I forgot that I'm existent .I try
to remember. A cloud is tossing its white to rain.

Nothing  never rains outside, everything rains
inside. Everything is tossing firstly before raining.
The trees always feel this. They are existent.

The trees  need to be existent. This freezing rain
is breaking the trees’ limbs.  Their branches are
encapsulated in glaze ice. I need my steps back.

I hear a song coming from the coffee house. There
is a coffee stain on my right shoe. I take a taxi to go
nowhere. This rain falls down over the snow blanket.

The snow is existent until it becomes  a bed for the
falling rain. I can be existent as long as I’m not cold.  
This rain  is not a tropical one ,and I cannot care less.

There is something moving toward. It's my body. There
is something having no beginning and no end. It's the
movement in losing time. Rain and snow need time

to prove their similar personality and their  different
appearance .Time is existent. I’m not existent in another
particular time. I can’t come into existence twice.

An art movement is a tendency or style in art
with a specific common philosophy or goal,
followed by a group of artists during a restricted
period of time, usually a few months, years
or decades or, at least, with the heyday of the
movement defined within a number of years.
Art movements were especially important in
modern art, when each consecutive movement
was considered as a new avant-garde;

According to theories associated with modernism
and the concept of postmodernism, art movements
are especially important during the period of time
corresponding to modern art. The period of time
called "modern art" is posited to have changed
approximately halfway through the 20th century
and art made afterward is generally called contemporary art.
Postmodernism in visual art begins
and functions as a parallel to late modernism
and refers to that period after the "modern" period
called contemporary art. The postmodern period
began  during late modernism, which is a contemporary
continuation of modernism;             and according
to some theorists postmodernism
ended in the 21st century.       During the period of time
corresponding to "modern art"
each consecutive movement
was often considered a new avant-garde.

Also during the period of time referred to as        "modern art"
each movement was seen corresponding  
to a somewhat grandiose rethinking of all that came before it,
concerning the visual arts. Generally
there was a commonality of visual style
linking the works and artists
included in an art movement.                      Verbal expression
and explanation of movements has come
from the artists themselves,
sometimes in the form of an art manifesto,
and sometimes from art critics
and others who may explain
their understanding of the meaning of the new art
then being produced;

In the visual arts,                           many artists, theorists, art critics,
art collectors,                                     art dealers and others mindful
of the unbroken continuation of modernism
and the continuation of modern art even into the contemporary era,
ascribe to and welcome new philosophies
of art as they appear. Postmodernist theorists
posit that the idea of art movements
are no longer as applicable,                    or no longer as discernible,
as the notion of art movements
had been before the postmodern era.
There are many theorists however
who doubt as to whether or not such an era
was actually a fact;
or just a passing fad.

The term refers to tendencies in visual art,
novel ideas and architecture,
and sometimes literature. In music it is more common
to speak about genres and styles instead.
See also cultural movement, a term
with a broader connotation.

As the names of many art movements
use the -ism suffix, for example cubism and futurism,
they are sometimes referred to as isms

Miss America 1977, the 50th Miss America pageant,
was held at the Boardwalk Hall in Atlantic City,
New Jersey on September 11, 1976 & aired on NBC Network:
Winner Dorothy Benham, Miss Minnesota,
                        became a singer,
                        on              the Crystal Cathedral's
                                                      Hour of Power;

        Among the other contestants in 1977
                                      was Miss Florida,
                       TV actress Nancy Stafford,
                                        &
actress Karen Kopins,
            Miss Connecticut;
Another was Patsy Paugh,                                Miss West Virginia,
                               who later     became the mother
                               & in 1996,        suspected killer
                                   of postmodernist icon     Jon Benet Ramsey

Let the frantic words of a caffeinated mind flow forth:
I shouldn’t write poetry when I drink coffee.
I shouldn’t drink four cups of coffee at 3am
With the intent to squeeze poetry out of my shaking fingers.
Seriously, I have to **** after every stanza.
How am I supposed to keep on track?
I can’t, I tell you,
So let’s just mark this up as postmodernist –
You know, the sort of art that is actually ****,
That shouldn’t be considered art,
Like that exhibition full of pictures of *******
(No, seriously, that exists);
That’s what this is.

The only effect I can hope to achieve is irony,
Or humor, possibly.
It’s about time I stop writing about love and life,
Like I’m trying too hard to be taken seriously.
Maybe that’s the way it is for a young writer,
Like I’m screaming in the street:
“Hey, pay attention to me!
I’ve experienced things and apply pseudo-elegant words to them,
Then call it poetry!”

You want to know the truth?
I don’t want to work a routine job.
I don’t like the way the world works,
And I’m scared of being still.
So here I am, writing and drawing and taking ******* pictures
With the faint hope that my creativity may,
Some day,
Be worth your time,
Ask valuable questions.
Spark valuable thoughts,
Give you an escape,
And pay the **** bills.

I am naïve skeptic
I am a bohemian capitalist
I am a sad corporatist
I am a misogynistic feminist
I am a misanthropic misandry
I am a traditional postmodernist
and a conservative liberal
I belong to someone, but mostly to myself
I am not yours, yet I am not mine either.
I am everything and I am nothing.

I am tender and cold,
I am sour and soft.
Darker than night,
Brighter than day.
Loving and spiteful
Caring and callous.

I am a poet concealed in prose
I am a writer covered in playwright
I am here, but I am also there.
I am an old novelty
and a new discovery.
I am a bit of van Gogh’s ear.

Tiny red pins slip under my skin
Angry and sullen and precocious and settled.
Don’t wake them, they have my blessing.
Like a postmodernist painting
You could analyze them to
death.
But don’t.
Just let them be
They mean more that way.

you hear it all the ****** time, esp in England, trying to live this Babylonian multiculturalism without polymaths in sight, this itchy term of justifying incremental infringements, islamophobia: as if terrorist attacks don't justify the phobia, as if i don't "suffer" the jokingly endearing arachnophobia... that i can't rationalise a fear, that is becoming more a stance from the position of tedium... oculus per oculus (eye for an eye): to reiterate with a (now) reinforced emphasis: why so Russophobic... why so serious? i don't understand the Russophobic vibes... the Russian are in a defensive mode... why wonder as to the reason for a why, the how has been blatantly obvious: to begin with.

Russian Russian not my friend,
***** ***** rusz Rusa...
róża - rose rose...
         rusz Rusa: move the rose...
if Nietzsche equated the Lachs
to the French of the Germanic world...

German neighbour
Rome's a neighbour...
more tanks in Poland than in
England, Germany, Italy,
France and Spain combined...

if the Polacks are the French
equivalent
the Russians must be English
the Ukrainians Germans
and the Balkan tribulations
the Italian polyglot monstrosity
Yugols collectively...

if...
such that when push comes to shove:
i wonder whether those
canons are aiming at Moscow
or whether... they might
suddenly turn toward Berlin...

so much for not feeling welcome
on the continent
bad neighbours...
siege of Vienna - before any
inclination of an Ottoman ***-lick
conquest...

or is that somehow juvenile
to have a historical disposition
rather than the modern
journalistic jargon:
since when did journalism
outweigh the importance of
reading history?

why do journalists think they can
somehow overpower historians:
Heidegger was obsessed with
historiology -
again: when you get ****** in
the mouth by a **** amphetamine
*****
while a drunk Russian comes
at you from behind...
never mind those УПА *******
in Ruthenia celebrating the ****
annexation of "my" land..

i'm asking a question: is a study of
history somehow juvenile:
holding onto this old qualms
and disputes?
while the rest of the populace
is lost to the altar of journalistic
malevolence and celeb-pleb culture?

not that i could ever:
but pan-Slavism 2.0? any takers?
out of necessity of asking a question:
as Heidegger (to reiterate)
would put it:
is something question-worthy?
is this question-worthy?

well if the blacks can do it...
celebrate it in London at a concert
by none other than...
Wizkid... if there can be a pan-Africanism
well... what am i entitled to:
as an Anglo-Slav?
the same shared history of the banality
of Anglo-Saxons who differentiate
their Roman history context
as having inherited what the Welsh
and the Picts were subjected to?

come to think of it: i too can play
identity politics -
and socialism worked...
as a one off special circumstance
for only an exclusive amount of time...
as a failsafe mechanism against
foreign investment
as a rebuilding economic model
that could be reiterated in Syria
as it was iterated in Poland
because: like **** did "we" get a whiff
of the Marshall Plan...
Switzerland and Sweden got a whiff
of it: yet... neutral(?)

but what if this is all a poker game?
as much as i had respect
for English society and still do...
certain influences from across the pond
are bothering me...
so un-European so uncivilised...
technically "we" could band together
but watching Islam do a stinker
in these:
what did Chamberlain say about
Czechoslovakia?
alluding to the profanity in Kendura:
#metoo
            
"quarrel in a far away country,
between people of whom we know nothing..."

right... wow! with the empire
that stretched toward India
   and the current immigration climate...
    seems "we": your European neighbours are just
that... far far away... we know nothing
of the same script we write in...
might as well:

durka durka Muhammad jihad
right, the, ****, back at you!
well sooner or later you'll be glorifying Blahlah
with your ******* up in the air
for the massive deity **** *******:

are "we" Christians?
i thought that the Polacks were Catholics
as a joke... like the Italians are
Catholics as a joke...
weren't "we" the last defenders of
paganism in Europe?
Christianity spread to this continent
like a pain like a sloth
it had to be brought over by the Hebs
themselves...
even now: 2000+ years later i'm
still not convinced - although i am
by the ingenious Heb reality...

durka durka bengali bud bud...
**** of the neck and twisting in *******
lightbulbs:
but ooh! Czechoslovakia: Rapunzel land!
i absolutely abhor this English
ignorance about the continent...
even grouping "us" as "eastern europe"...
for starters... "we" are CENTRAL
european... east is somehow a slur...
there's England France Germany blah blah
and that's distinctive:
but the rest of us are somehow
collectivised into the east...

         a Romanian is an Albanian etc
oh but don't mention the Greeks...
those ******* are Syrians...

so i ask: would there be a point of
invading a place already rife with its own
spastic liberalism?
or is this simply a taste of flexing
telling the other to shove that neoliberal
postmodernist
                        mantra up it's **** eclipse?

i might no like the Russians
but... push comes to shove...
                              better that than
a transgender hangover... so un-Hippocratic
so irresponsible!
neo-**** smiles at these chemical castrations:
all these western post-Victorian
social experiments...
and i'm not supposed to become
emotionally invested in any of this?
i'm not supposed to rely of emotions
from time to time?
       become a pacified buddhist *****?
become a lobotomised Christian?
not gravitate to my innate: unshakeable
ontological foundations -
                       my Darwinistic impulses?
i can't have my secular wants met
       because of some ninja bullies?!

i've inherited living through Joseph
and Adolph... maybe not personally:
and to think i would play it "sensible" now
is asking for moo but not the milk
from a cow.

poetry to write: disguising the availability of **** like there's the availability of music: under the scrutiny of Nietzsche i don't know which is the worst O.D.: with all the **** and Genghis Khan... but all all the music: and? well?! GOD... twice over! the secret taboo! stressing about **** and the ambitions of Genghis Khan... accomplished: clap clap: applause! maybe a sobering moment... one every two years and two more years then four when the Olympics happens and men and their four years apart and women and their four seasons and the Zodiac months not January, February i mean: Pisces Ares Taurus.... that's my mother my father and me... wookie spooky blah... if she's Christian veneer and i know she's desperately individualistic and Christianity is religion is not faith is: either ******* stupid or SPECIAL or that other "special" of *******... QUALITY ASSURANCE: bad **** from "Cali"... tested positive metal in: enzyme: tobacco: addicted to tobacco: organic subjectivity post-objective: telegraphic recount... the subjectivity of alcohol and marijuana: is... the objectivity i associate with ******, *******... ****** is... mantra: lost in books: empathy route: but still objectively distant: not familiar: like the subjectivity: piquant: tested: testing: of alcohol and marijuana: can tell apart a resin from a leaf strain and what is bad addiction: needed to test theory by refraining from *******: until the day finished: said: hard for Hercules to go mad twice: going mad once and then re-calibrating... suspect the existence of bridge: suspend: what is GRAVITY SQUARED if there's an equation for the SPEED of LIGHT SQUARED? what is gravity cubism? i swear gravity is directionless: there's no... dimension for gravity: perhaps gravity is shortscript for time?

some variation of or rather on:
"racial" relations...
so my **** dealer pulls up
and i'm trying to spot the Toyota
can't see it
but i do see one but then an Asian
ninja comes out with a child
and i'm like: something's shifting...
a minute later
a Mercedes Benz: no... not canned
Heinz beans pulls up
i jump in and gravitate to the complimentary
side of me: well good for you,
good for you...

...........................................
.............­..............................

was that an ant or a spider
itching at me from neck
then hiding in my hair and sleeping:
seems an alien life
symbiosis:
like with tree to boat to table
to chair:
couldn't much with mountains
couldn't do much with deserts
but at least i crafted: "i": crafted
glass from sand
maybe this is my poetry coming
to terms with:

those intellectual hard-ons
no women necessary:
with  ΛCDM

A and V

                smoking a different strain:
not Sherbet from California:
sorry that **** is resin like almost hashish
compact:

SZCZESCIE... at first: now let me
attire the word: happiness-fortune
with the proper judgement of a king's
reunited to shirt
and trousers:
believe me the king is not naked:
either the tyrannical father
and the liberal son
or the tyrannical son
and the liberal father
or the tyrannical father and the tyrannical son:
magnetism:
Anti-Christ counter-dualism:
magnetism:
pushing apart:
funny how in 3D you have 4"D" directions
to follow:
there's south north east and west:
funny:
a new strain:
DOG or DOUGLAS...
in a 3 d...
wait: the universe is a string
of narrative there is no "space" in SPACE...
there are no constellations:
the practicality of cubes triangles
and money...
new strain: like switching from *****
to wine...
like: the leafy bits: not the high market:
resin *******
the **** coming from America:
better stick with dog...
i was blindsided:
i had a temporary amnesia:
i'm a pest controller:
a William Burroughs contra Shakespeare?
wrong strain:
the drug dealer is driving a Mercedes Benz
while i'm still slumping:
happy:

to recover no Catalan but all Cyrillic:
in... ha ha....
       ЩĘŚĆE: ye: the proper Slavic
Cyrillic script:
not the Russian alphabet:
the script...
like the Nomadic script
but there are former Assyrians,
Phonecians:
Hebrews: godly:
Ishmaels and the Ahmed Nomad
Arabs...

gateway drug of literacy is Ginsberg
and Bukowski:
then you arrive at the postmodernist
futurist poets
like poets are behind philosophers
and science and science fiction and fiction
like painters:
like freaks like outsiders:
we need to find Ned in Democracy...
a John the Baptist mentality
in... "zee vilderness"...
  
if John the Baptist was looking for the Christ
then i am Matthew the Security Officer
former roofer
sometime a poet looking for my Antichrist...
disciple uno...
i own a house: you hopping grunge nerd
looking to couch surf?
am i going to be a convinced a second time
by authority of dyslexia:

the meaning of: turn the over cheek:
the meaning of: and the meek will inherit the earth:
gravity squared:
what if:

                 йѫ: as her...
the leafy sort: i sorted this one:
i get sporadic active self-aware no self
dimensions of amnesia
and i couple that with
amnesia-pareidolia...

          yes: yes: Edie: this is the war i'm waging
like Christianity waged war
with images against words
and that's how Islam was born
Islam is Christ's:
and we are: or at least i am...
           a pauper European:
the Holocaust shifted the Jews
but look how not diaspora bound and sort of
Chameleon the Jews are
i think a second Vatican in forgiving
the Turks for Constantinople
i just want Turkish: barbery....

barber: barbarism: try painting with words:
death to color! and American spelling...
****** Sputnik half-egos and serial killers
like the Cain ******* antics
but even Cain had a promise of dignity
like this culture
of watching sport and bending over
sniffing *******
not off ring around
the bellybutton Romanian prostitutes
and i will find the monster for you:
color my language: buff it up...

      i was alone and Candide:
i was alone and Candide:
just me and night and drinking and contemplating
diarhhoea, diharoeah... dih-rho-eh-ah...
whatever...
in my garden my lovely:
i planted this plum
this cherry this apple
this AGREST bush:
but these trees speak to me
i'm not a crazy cat lady
i'm a...
a botanical frenzy:
the FOX INQUIRY:
i like loik Loki and insects
and telescopes and books and dust
and postage stamps
and bicycles
and shops for girls who are pretending
to be sailors:
borderline beach of Sanskrit
Hamptons:
these? the ******* Southampton(s)?!

S N TH BJD
seriously? summoning my testimony in the Abjad?
BT RGHT NW Y DNT CR...
little brother tender uncle
i changed the strain:
these wandering stars
look much like satellites don't
think me small even dementia riddled
Joseph saw you Martin seeing one
last look:
before me the cactus on the palm
of my hand
should the Germans Unite:
Re-Unite...
like this was a tease coming from a Pan-Slavic
perspective that allowed
Marxism to exist:
apparently i'm the last neighbor of Europe
having tested Marxism into something
jumping, cheating...
the Soviet space race seemed so fake
when the polished American model arrived..
because the Slavic mingled with Hebrew
for so long that Usury was attempted to be disguised
as: reminiscence...
is it me or just me
when i say: the Hebrews attempted...

Edie? Heff OLOG...
       does that matter?
napping?
can i be a dog: no kennel:
water? yes yap yap please...
sighing panting four greeds...
four legs...
now i will have to call it the 7 x 4
the four by seven...
of all the heads my bilingual stress paramount(s)
there are four greeds
there are four envies
there are four prides:

oddly enough: adding a pluralistic
element to the structure is surreal;
i was given the equivalent
toilet paper air
quote of Chamberlain and ******
and i am ******...
pluralism: the basics of grammar:
this conflation of the pronoun
district:
i heard the hubris and hiatus
into Oriental Study and scuttling with
plagiarisms like rats...

i kiss fare for a short farewell
and i just want... something this sort of everyday
but with an access to a portal:
a healing posture of having
***
and getting all the spider or the ant
now sleeping in my head
oh that scene from Lavender... Versailles...

death of spanish queen in versailles series insect parasite
google... no good...
limited technology: either hammer and nail
or hammer and head:
shark: idiots tik tok China: SHINGLES: SMILE:
all in emoticon ridicule stress...
not included in diacritic and punctuation:
available: yes please... chains man
mind... chains man mind...
chains man mind...

                                 and all the available dittos:
but since we were a barricade against
the Mongols and the Ottomans
we were not so much grieving when the Jews
went for a Baptism in the Ashes
of the Holocaust...
things happen: in C# CONCORDANCE:
with the authority of the shrinking
constipated:
glorified somehow still with the JAW of AWE
AGAPE at the expanding universe
and how looking in trackjuit
and Adidas back is somehow distracted by
flat earth and algebra:
flat earth and algebra
while three dimensional earth and calculus: cactus:
itch: ugh... verbiage and word salads
and avocado ***** suckled
like hummingbird became twisted
and begot the butterfly that begot the congregation
of the winds in the Hurrah-Khan!

k not of the not of whales
and laughter
in the bellow: so old

i am disfigured in this tomb
i am listening
to the cure
and knowing
thinking that you are 18 year elder
my senior
and this is what happened
to Rilke
she was 15 years senior
and she brought to Russia-Asia
and i think
not so much Kant and his thinking
more his living
i can't but i must be awake
for the quake
and mustard gas
and seed spores like spiders
finding the demon-spider
the Hebrew Eigth LEgged
and and and
and and and
and and and

ooh: i need time to breathe
and then the space opens
and i'm looking for the curing word
the PANACEA...
and LOBOTOMY CHRIST
and EUCHARIST
of the PLACEBO
the twins
Panacea and Placebus
these are the Ancient
to counter
modern celebrity culture...
find old celebrities:
forgotten celibrities..

Michael Mcchyntire
Mccintire
the Surds
of England....
and if that's conflating
an admiration of Chinese
writing
then admire Chinese become
Japanese and
Korean
then look at Hebrew...
then avoid Arabic
because of the Quran...
Black Book of Arabic
is as shall be known
of the Quran:
the Black Book of Arabic
and there will a known
people and their language
brought to the fore...
let us leave the Quran  and the Bible
and let us
talk of the Democracy of Letters
and let us compare
literature
beside this book by the brick
thrown
to make ordeal the infrastructure
of man's hope to exist eternal...
          but the needed numbers
will be the dwarfs: throw us another book!
book by brick and brick and pages
of cement
and the whiffs and perfumes of San Francissco
and New York
and the first time i was there
i flew over and landed
in Curt Cobain's and Grunge
might i add the thirst from thinkinng
not saying:
i'd laugh at the joke
because it was playground
Kaiser-MArxier
a language joke
but foon on stage
the silent letter day
the gNOME
of the silent disappearing act:
say Gnosis and then say Diagnosistic...
how you can capture the big G
you do say the silence
and eternal letter
you say the gnome was diagnoised...
you didn't say:
dive-o'nose:
noose of the nose and the know oh ohs...
i opened the veins
and thus drunk wine
so i was drinking my fill
while i'm sure i did the least bit
of misery against
the world i drank
i listened to music
i drank some wine
i was alone
within
and against myself
and the world conspired with me
to just give it a peace of self
as the only piece of the world and the chains
of world and of the self there's the ego by calculation
that can implode the individual
to wage a war against the world:
i wouldn't and i couldn't nor:

         the regiment: the regime
i mean:
within the confines of the anti-solipsist
who started talking to Oedipus about
Anti-Oedipus
and Christ and Solipsus...
     and the Darth Sq'uid...
    the sqy for every shy...

         i was there when men where
solely the subjects of existence
while the women where
the objects of existence
one can say
that there is Life and Existence
as much as one can instill
the words:
there's Life and there's Nature..

so much of Nature can be explained
by Existentialism
without the postmodernist artists
we have the existential philosophers....
but here i am
i am saying to you:
nature can be treated on par
with existentialism...

shsh: 'ere *** z'ee SKY ZORES
scissors scissors scissors
Edvard:
scissors scissors scissors...
sky-zores... screat: screet:
concrete: ***** 8 draws on quarters...
more wine: mon fredo!

i said silent accent
that ******* wong is my wok
i mean you studying people
via me studying people
have i taken your body
or have you taken my mind
i feel i'm writing in the freedom
cage of bachelors
and you are thinking about
the electricity in the house...
i must be trying to get into
the SYNCH...

alone so i write
i'm thinking of bringing the great
Slavic Hoard
not Horde... the Hoard
of a personal Library:
i was in a house
where only 1 cockroach got in...
but i was the one who brought
Aristotle
Jon Fosse
and Knausgaard into the house
like when i took a room
at university
and on my walls
were the pictures of
Plato
Marquis de Sade
and Napoleon...

    and just imagine the routines of out intimacy
and i'm just alone
and the night comes
and i don't want to be alone
with God or Hell
and my parents have their lives
and i'm so suddenly complicated now
and now knot more
if i could not ask for divine inspiration
ifwith the library
extended: i could give more room
to these books:
but the Charles Dickens are Victorian
books and they must get out
unreadable
so waste of space...
but i'm keeping the Shakespeare
i'm bringing the 6 volumes:
because you probably didn't see
Junkowski's and the DZIU...
Madziu: przestan sie bawic w latawca
i tez strusia... dziu in less the Capital culture
transit:
so fiendish collateral:
the t.v. isn't on..
there is a weirdness in the air
because the refrigerator is going to get
butchered
and someone is going to eat
a tonne of ice-cream
and have zits and **** and thighs a'comin'

             air b'n'b back home and i'm on discount
two homes
but apart from the person that i am
i think i'm drinking because
boredom
i don't think i have a physical problem
it's not an addiction
but a mind-construct...
the body is in dualism: is it not?
yes: i will continue to drink
yes i will continue to smoke
yes i will continue to believe in God
because i Fear and i Fear in God
i do not Believe in God:
i Fear in God!
i Fear in God!

when i'm with my woman
i go from the TDs and the TBs
and the shakes
from 1 litre of ***** per day
to bring me down: Mr Kite Blue Man
Kiteblue Man...

but this addiction is alligned
to my body
not my body
alligned to the bodies of others
i mean:
sober up in your
drunken sleep
walking from mirage to mirage
drink while walking
through the desert
then drink magic mushroom juices
in the amazon...
and so few are named from
that study
of how the bay leaf works in cooking...

date? dirge: the forge stood on Edi's hill
Edinburgh: Edie's ol' Edies'...
Edinburgh my learning curve into discovering
Eddie the Slayer of many Edie apostrophe-and-plural-article
(s)...
        
intellectually if i were to spend time alone
it's crucial to rekindle
self-guru non-goo-rah...
for the sake of the mountain
and the gleaming stone of envy
and the river as the false
of Heraclitus...
reimagining Hereclitus' River and
Matthew... Faucet
part time plumber:
Jack O'Roo...

the river unto Heraclitus
but leverage me with Heidegger's Hammer
and i'm just in allign mode
Allan... Allan... Allan...
Mort.. Mort... Mort...

   give me Hereclitus' river
and i will give you Matthew's tap tap... drip...
tap tap... drip...
i can tell you the difference
between each droplet of water...
i became master of this dark art...
if you listen closely:
not two taps of water are alike...
there are 2 taps per 2 seconds

which was sort of funny to my parents
there are 2 x 2 = 2...
there ewas the 2 x 2 = 2...
depends on the letter...
when making a tunnel:
this is called blind tunnel building
2 x 2 = 2
when
you have, tools: 7, 1... 5
                      Z...
          L                        nurse...
the Greeks are getting ctrl+c tariffs...
             waiting...
and i wish i drunk the aphrodisiac
of the ******-active
just new next north yorker
so cool play it cool
so much little village people
or Mrs. Grays'

       i still don't know how to properly
write the plural and possessive
articles...
i have a custard fudge of confusion
like most
people in the outside world
with pronouns
i don't simply know how
to write
the possessive article with
the plural article...
i'm getting ᛋᛋ back...
Throne's
Thrones'
is
zest-esses...

               but that wasn't the example
i looked
and i decided
but what are we beside just
bringing children into the world
what does that call
this daughter if not Pope
my little ******
i want to create a Female ******
i want to give
a birth to a Female ******
using my mind...
i want my ego to become
a monster
i want Ray Lil' R to be my
monster Female ******...

i am so lost and found
i have a daughter
and i want cupcakes
with candles in their only one
eyes...

the addiction comes
with the brain being relaxed...
like Eslie and Narrator
Brian and the Jess
some Ross some Rose some
i'm thinking
because that ******* Golf Course
is bothering me..
i think i picked that up...
no Golf Course:
you seriously want those Mountains
and the primrose green
of people too confused with
the practice of gravity
as a subject: to other subject matters alinged
but as a stand alone object
like gravity
is so ridiculous for my care and concern
like time and speed...
time and space are...
when you're not comfortable... baby...
i get my demons into parliament
my demons are in parliament
and i have to sit the role
of whip
and curator...
who know what calls them
butg they come
and i wasn't asking...

you think i would be drinking
but when i am alone
and in my library
you have so much untold
and i'm alone
and you're not telling me
don't dream when
i i tell you how you curve in bed sleeping
like Walrus
moves in my bed
then the Giant Squid in Slurp...
or however kindle:
but there is the pedestrian route of god
throughout the lives of life...
the 20th century was almost magical
it truly was magical:
that's when it was all staged
the Apocalypse...
the Armageddon...
but these people that
still ascribe
Christianity
Judaism and Islam
to their name...
           there would never be this one
grand event...
which establishes the fact that
Christ's crucifixion that these patterns
happen: and matter:
but given the dynamic of Time...
Truth-Untruth-Truth-Truth-Untruth...
for one time it is true
but then not true:
depending on what makes more convenience
rather than sense...

i'm addicted to the mind
that thinks this
when this same mind
can't think this
when there's the family live invoked
and there's the pop corn eating
and the night gua4rd fireworks
like *** is
what's unnatural about *******
and *******
i watch it in absence
because i'm really attracted to her
and i'm not going to cheat
so i will drink and smoke
and keep the knot of nuts...

but if that wasn't her greatest ordeal..

the ripetide rhoi:
O wow...
there is the advantage of printing
letters
then flinging words
or if you want to substitute:
there was no criterium
for what: has already happened
and no blissful Zion emerged
like the failings of the Third *****
and... 3rd Republic of France
5th REpublic of Poland...
is this the First Zion Party?