brat i sestra

brat: cao

sestra: cao

brat: gde je tata?

sestra: u sobi.

brat: sta radi?

sestra: ma odkud znam, pusi.

brat pravi sendvice. pet sendvica. mleko i keks. malo cipsa sa strane.

brat ne zna nista. sestra zna po nesto.

brat se obraca psu: pa gde si ti bio ceo dan?jeli malisanu mali, milice jedna, jel si gladan? a sta si radio? hoces napolje? jao pa vidi te sapice, smrdo jedan.

ne izvodi psa.
brat jede. cuti.

brat ide na spavanje, vec je jako kasno. opranih zuba.

sestra vec spava. brat otvara vrata sestrine sobe naglo, namerno ili mozda slucajno ali ne i prvi put. gleda u mrak i osluskuje sestrino mumlanje i cangrizanje. cuti. zatvara vrata i odlazi u svoj mrak, prekoputa.

jutro je.
brat: cao

sestra: cao

brat: gde je tata?

a no, czym,
                             "niby" gadam?

to po co mi ta
                             kurwa flaga

      i gzyms co (w) dół
                          mam patsyc (z):

  o jakiś sentyment?

eksodus, kujwa:
w morde nadana...

   lepi sie lepiej ki(e)dy:
bez...
              i nieco nic
a w tym TRILL zapomnane...

    koo'dz: V            a(h)...
                ahahaha!

ja nie polak,
                 ja... polską...    
  żyt: na nieustannej
nodze...
a propo:
            tym             te      sz
    żyd?

       zależy zkąd, tym prawda
o to ż in anti-shamanic
      "clarity"           (i.e. also).

           which includes
the matter to mind:
         with...

albo zapomne albo przy- se...
to NN... w kwocie
                    nie-ustaNNej -

you can almost tell apart a dutch
tourist from a french tourist,
and... you can tell they have
inherited an idiosyncracy,
  along with an ethinicty...

         ***** england ought to know,
the language has mingled with
so many deviations
that, it became apparent,
the scots and the irish became
neglected...
    unfathomable,
    or at least the fathomed: last.

           n'eh n'eh        ej...

no, not edge via: jee'p...
            
   it's really stretching it,
"thinking" there are nouns associated
with the roman alphabet...
    which are, pure phonetic
simplicity...
       hey, the Jew god tetragrammaton
is a vowel catcher:    e.g. ah
    as a minor expression of awe...
and hardly the sigh of oh...

latin letters have no names,
to begin with...
      O is no -micron or -mega...
     V is closer to the definite
article via v'eh "point"
than it is to a greek cheese....
         which morphs,
"magically" from feet to theta...

      what's V'eh point?
          precisely:
latin letters do not, and never had
possession of a noun status.
            
     there are actually only
three nouns in the polish
alphabet:

    igrek (y),
                   jot (j),
               zet (z)
              ziet (ź)
                      rzet (ż)

  although i'd debate this claim
(really, only igrek,
  the slavic gamma qualifies
to be given a noun status) -

the greek isn't exactly pristine
either...
    considering that

of the 24 letters:
        α, β, γ, δ, ε,
    ζ, θ, ι, κ, λ,
                   o, σ, υ and
   ω could be considered as nouns,

syllable cound:
        1 syllable doesn't allow
an encoding a noun status...
     meaning:
            the inability to lip-read...

sure, you can tell apart
        a π from ρ from τ from φ...
          
(luckily this observation,
is not,
         a rigidity celebrating
orthodoxy... namely because of
the noun:
        
                                     ταo)...

then again, if certain letters were
to be ascribed a noun status,
they'd become siamese gemini,
e.g. μ-μ....
                       mu-mu...

                                      ψ-psu!

yet a noun would probably require
an editorial "interlude" -
          a prefix and suffix,

                    a(h)-l-pha...

ω requires: o + μ + ε + γ + α...

  greek joke concerning diacritical
application:
i guess it depends on
a variant off a fashion statement,
  given that it might as well have been
composed with the η-variant.

    tongue numbing gymnastics,
i admit...
              but then is the loss
of the R-with-a-trill in english
   a numbing...
      never could fathom
the french harking of the letter either...
but at least i allowed
a tarantula to sit on my tongue
and numb it when i could
have had a rattle-snake with it...

   funny... whenever my history teacher
spoke Latin in my catholic
highschool, she actually revived
the trill of the R...
              
  most of the time?
         a bit like cold liver in the mouth
of the english...
             tongue-tied-numb...

oh, i can analyse the english,
but i am unable to give them a psychology,
the technicality of the language
received me to peer into,
  and i know that my observations
will not receive an implementation...

    but that's the prune you pick
off a tree,
            where you're more a:
******,
                  than an, active
ingredient of ascription to a concept
of memorable time...

                                         history...

nie ma sprawy:
                             posprzątam po sobie,
tak jak teraz:

              shoo shoo shoo...
          worded broom;
   and off the clustered buds of
   urban congestion
that are pigeons, skim, flew off,
   like heads off a guillotine,
         into a reiteration opposed
to: a conventionality of
the literate exploring nothing,
             but verb and narrative.

can you seriously read books,
and no paint?!
         seems a waste of time,
to read and subsequently
reintegrate a reading style,
within a modem of: ditto verbatim...

    which is: that ****** variant
of plagiarism...

         considering the anti-phonetic
sctucture of the englosh tongue...
   i.e. says one thing,
      gives it a variant "arithmetic"...
dyslexia...
               i can hardly begin to
comprehend
              a need to replicate my reading
habit...

       given that i only speak only
two organic examples,
        i can already point that:
english, as a lingua?
               doesn't exactly have syllable
clarity.

kad me nema
nedostajem
kad me ima
bolje da me nema

pticice kada cemo da zasadimo zajedno jedno drvo prijateljstva i ljubavi?

svakoj pticici je potrebno sto vise drveca a i vernom psu takodje.

hm

the geocentric remodelling of the human psyche:
two eyes in the sky
apparently a bad omen is seeing the moon
at noon: although that's perfectly so in winter:

a geocentric levelling of what once was...
i checked and as far as i remember
Richard Dawkins stated that he
was confirmed:
i wasn't too sure whether Confirmation was
solely a catholic rite of passage
but apparently the Church of England
does confirmations...

luckily for me i'm not a "hypocrite" or rather
a lackey for some intellectual cause
like atheism
but unlike the collective atheism of communist
states: this pathetic individualistic
scribble doodle-dah-d'oh...

i was born yesterday
i'm a pagan
i adorn myself in night and pareidolia
i employ dreams to rip through the fabric
of reality:
and there are dreams where you dream
of words
and that's called obfiscation
i'll check the meaning of obfiscation now...
ah U: obfuscation...
               that's when you dream of words
because images are so clear
and pattern solving
like reading colours at the traffic lights
and when you are permitted to move...

from an early age i read about the Gnostic heresies
in my catholic school of Canon Palmer
Seven Kings, Essex...
i'm surprised they had a book on Gnostic heresy
so publically available
but like any horcrux or volatile materials
like magnesium or sodium
saturated in moth and webs and obscurity
just waiting there like a phantom with daggers
for teeth: this miasma of sweet death toll
this tonic for the intellect:
and then match gnosticism with paganism
and ask the monotheistic religions
who is willing to convert me
then again: don't bother...
i can't belong to the most exclusive club
within monotheism
i can't be Jewish i don't come from Hebrew
stock
i can't be circumcised i don't even know
why they bothered to baptise me
and give me a Hebrew first name
my actual name is of Germanic stock:
my second name is probably my truer name...
now if i were confirmed i would actually
choose a third name for myself...
i think i would have chosen Gideon,
or Asmodeus... something along those lines...
or maybe some other...
but i didn't ask to be baptised...
just like the marriage of Poland and Lithuania...
and why paganism in Europe was still
alive somehow having missed Lithuania
by a stretch of
while the Muslim Turks were sacking the delight
of wisdom in Constantinople
the failed third crusade and the disgruntled Germans
because Barbarossa died in the most comic
way that the pickle barbarossajuice finally
reached Jerusalem
decided: maybe we need a crusade up north
and how did the Russians become so orthodox
and self-assured
maybe it's true what they say:
Christianity is like Communism...
              they always have that idealistic argument
of: but it wasn't true Christianity...
it wasn't true Communism...
        the **** was i baptised for? did i ask to be baptised?
clearly no: since in my youth i already
decided to not be confirmed...
   technically i can't take marriage in church:
it's this stretch of imagination and clinging to authority
oh jeez... pride? i can't be guilty of pride...
i can be guilty of wrath:
i am short-tempered: unbelievably so...
but that's also what makes me tender:
a short temper tenderness
i use anger to exhaust myself and bring fruition of
that exhausted peace... but that's enough about moi...

two eyes in the geocentric model...
i see myself walking on the ego of the moon...
with the sun as god
                     and i return my gaze back to earth
and see the id...
and there is no superego to mention
until i make my descent back
from my delegation as the psychenaut...
weird: the Russians called them cosmonauts...
the Americans astronauts...
cosmos and the Astra
ex Astrum...                  astrology astronomy
cosmology and a jumble hiccup of etymological
fetishes to arrive at the suffix -naut
from nought?
                    -naut disrupts the intelligence of AI...
hyphens are not recognised in artificial thinking
via the immediacy of AI interruption
of algorigthm... which is now very recurrent:
prior to algorithms were not equipped
with AI capabilities...
but since then: algorithms have been imbued
with AI...
                      and i did ask Monsieur Chez Chat
about the difference between AI and
algorithm... so we're on good course...
              ah: ναύτης - sailor...
                              then i must be a... soul...
navigator...
a...

                   ψυχήπλοηγός

psychiploigos...            depending on the context
of meaning: with at least two letters having
the same sounds
the meanings must differ:
notably why the eta (η) is exchanged for the iota (ι)
and there being not only
the omicron (o) and omega (ω)
but also the upsilon (υ) - oh ooh ugh...
that's being very blunt...
the ingenius recommendation of bilingualism
and not actually learning a third language
to the working faculty but
out of interest...                           psy-ché
(but not Ché like Guava Ger...
   ***** type of e off é...
                   so no psu...         psy-like-sigh
and the psigh...         hmm very much a riddle
but of sounds... the dyslexic bother:
yes... we spell knight night nigh and ought
for thought although V and F
     are there too)
                            psy-long-i-that's-y
   and why i don't know but such is the concentration
of meaning:
i have this long poem i left with Edie
in its infancy i think i'll get back to it at some
point...

might ask a ****** about the relationship
of i to the długie "i" that's a jot (j)
then might ask and wonder:
why do the Polacks have... a Greek style
name for a letter that's Y namely IGREK?
unlike all the other letters:
the Poles have a name for a letter...
like the Greeks used to have a name for aLPHA
and bETA and oMEGA
and uPSILON
             the Poles didn't adopt... ooh wait!
it's like the Easter Egg phenomenon
of a computer game...      perhaps we didn't
adopt the Greek into Cyrillic cheap-oh so *******
wong that alphabet looks
so ******* hacked... ugh...
so the Poles paid tribute in Latin to the Greeks
and gave one letter a Greek accent of influence:
Y is named IGREK...
                           spell that otherwise phonetically
in English... otherwise...
only in these dark perverted times in England
can something remotely thrilling emerge
on a page from this obscurity on the outskirts
of Loon-Don.