islam is really buying into an ideological
warfare
of creating a historiogical narrative
for former crusader nations...
the history? it's way gone, past,
in the dust... but islam is probing
this need to settle old qualms in a modern
narrative...
i can't actually add to a history
these days, but i can take up a banner
of historiology, or so i am told...
and yes, certain words aren't exactly
the standard bearers of who easily you can
rap them...
you really need to pause and catch
the nuance... or the naiveness in which they're use...
when i use the word historiological
i think of the past as having necessarily happened,
and in need to happen again, on the basis
of someone else telling me: you have to
inherit this.
it's no wonder that islam attacks former
crusader nations... france esp.,
what with adhemar, bishop of le puy,
urban ii grand speech lauching the ***** into
a tight spot... tancred de hauteville...
bohemond...
radulph of caen merely annotated the deeds done
and the words said...
robert, duke of normandy, and his daughter
adela, quick to **** at Urban's tongue... the truth...
Islam is really reassigning us with
a historiology, not a history we might be prone
to forget, or be ashamed by...
it's not doing what the word histiorology is defined by,
not this unearthing of graves, and their deseceration...
you really want to wake up the Nazgûl?!
seriously?
sure, i can be your necromancer... we can have
total obliteration... just speak enough ****** constriction
to germans, and then point them at the target,
and you'll get a crossbow shock of the event...
Islam really is warming us up for something,
they're nibbling at us, they're trying to
really give us the "spark", it's not a case whether i'm
correct in thinking this... it's only that i feel it...
i can taste it... i can stomach it...
such lovely names, those old crusaders...
Tancred...
mind you: peter the hermit's child
crusade...
if they came from north of Persia
they'd be drafted as Mameluks...
le throng! if only there were always
the french incission to state that...
le throng! you just can't leave youth culture
settle into the urban environment,
you really seem to want that... get pockets
of culture coming from the youth...
it can't ever be grime from east or south london...
me? i'm trapped in a library, i actually
built of myself... apparent;y 1 in 10 people don't
own a single book in england...
the brothers Godfrey, Eustace & Baldwin...
oh lookie lookie... you're tickling the beast
so just, any minute now and it will awake once more...
and be cited as having said:
walking up to me knee in blood and
slaughtered corpse... Harod looks pale the minute
past...
Tancred... dubbed te Panzer sulphur snout...
are there more gentlemen of my stature on
their way?
that's me: don't know who's the possessor
of a ***** and who of a juiced up ****...
but i can bet the niqab does wonders...
so much anonymity, you don't even need
internet pseudonym names, no jackx666
or rogerxtra... you just don the ninja and, ooh!
ooh! everything's so flimsy! so airy! flutters
of a butterfly!
that ***** king in the kingdom of heaven
movie did have a name: baldwin iv...
and he was a *****...
you'd accidently sneeze into his face
and his nose would fall off...
true story, or i'm drunk...
but my: this wine i made, this homemade
wine? it does the trick!
baldwin iv died aged twenty four...
lucky sod, kurt cobain of the medieval ages...
oi oi... wait wait... ZENGI!
zengi the heavy drinker! buddy!
fully name? imad ed-din zengi. ah, zengi zengi,
zengi... what tales i have for you...
i'd tell them, and you'd turn out to be in full
disclosure trying to fake sober...
ibn al-athir also wrote something,
does it deserve more a toast or mere chronicler?
the latter will know.
fatimids and sunni caliphs...
Balak, the dream-inspiration for
Fulcher of Chartres...
Antioch, Tyre, Edessa...
and that old feverish fox known as the lesser
Barbarossa: Reynald de Châtillon...
don't know...
as an ethnic bias, i am of the people that remained
bound to a home near the Baltic sea...
we also fought crusaders...
the knights templar, die ritter von deutsche haus
beispiel sankte mariam in yerusalem...
which makes my history a bit different
to the current history...
i have other myths... with
Jagiello... and grand-komtur Brzęczyszczykiewicz...
but you know... hmm... let's go crazy
and pop a pill or two... blues for the upper
and reds for the downer...
what a unique occasion! are you sure
we're not sailing on a gondola in the water-alleys
of Venice singing some obscure folk-song, hmm?!
by now i look like the stańczyk (grand court
jester) in one of jan matejko's paintings,
laughing my *** off as to denote: that i am,
quiet righly: the most amused. ha ha.
Sioux! sioux! pruss! pruss!
and the crucifix really is a profanity of
the tetragrammaton, that came back,
morphed, as if touching a philosophers stone,
and turned out to be an acronym n.e.w.s.:
north, east, west... south...
the minute the tetragrammaton touched
the ✝ it came back as n.e.w.s.
and that really is the most dignifying
Balaam equal compliment i can give...
but you know, just seeing how Islam is really
inviting former crusader nations to have a fight...
and i'm spotting this, coming from a region
that also had crusades riddle it...
but it's true... the crusades around the Baltic coast
never get any coverage these days...
i guess you can't really make momentum
from a reigion where it's natural resource hidden
in the ground is salt... rather than oil...
then again, lying about,
reading the book crusades by terry jones
& alan ereira... didn't really make me think much...
when it comes to the two splinters off
res in: res cogitans,
i can only think of re- i.e. reflex
and re- i.e. reflection...
and the tongue these days is so ******* saggy....
i'd take more pleasure eating a bagpipe of haggis
than listen to current rhetoric...
it's a sickness though, this demand Islam
is making, that once Israel has been established
we forget our cosmopolitan cocktails and engage in
a holy war...
but it is the narrative, we're almost expected
to feed into a crusader culture...
but once again, i'm using a tongue that once
did wield crusading pomp, and i have an
underlining perspective of being on the receiving end
of crusades of the baltic states...
i really should be jumping for joy right now...
but given the schooling system in england,
or i suppose the whole of western europe,
i'm part of the schattenvolk...
how the Lithuanians were so and so...
how the Poles were so and so...
how i could almost try to seek out the same
linguistic pride of modern Silesians in ancient yore
of Pruß, but come against nothing but the Kashubian
denote...
**** me! so it really was worthwhile keeping
my native tongue, and exploring my ethnicity
and history like a ****-pants 16 year old girl
on a trip in the guise of tourism?!
oh applause! this is better than milking old ladies
like Liberache might for a fur coat
or a gold-plated toilet!
ooh... you rascal you...
can i please not sound gay now?
i hate how the concept of personnae can creep into
your psyche and give you, the most obliterating
narrative techniques imaginable...
but if you ask me...
Islam will not wage war against nationas that did not
succumb to the rhetoric of pope Urban Deux...
i mean... can you really imagine a terrorist
attack in Poland?
given that Poland experienced it's own taste
of crusades?
well... if it does happen... that really will
wake up something... it certainly won't be multiculturalism....
perhaps this really is merely a **** into the wind...
my, all this can come out sleep-walking by
simply lying in bed and reading a history book?
it's a good thing i assimilated on the basis
of merely using the tongue, rather than tapping into
past history of the people, past grievances, past prides,
past symbolism... i just use the language...
i don't expect to really revolve around being an
adamant west ham supporter...
i just know that i'm Polish in the english language...
and Islam doesn't really attack
those who've have the better share of grievances...
whether in the 20th century context,
of going way back, when Israel was about...
and reading a history book...
wriggling toward a status of fame is absurd...
i like the idea of: gently passing by like foam on
top of a cup of cappuccino...
someone said froth:
i'm exfoliating with this that and the other guess work
of vocab...
well... that's that...
worth noting the many more easily impressionable
young men out there...
that would rather chop a head
of a person of their assimilated culture, and subsequently
not retain their native tongue,
and then not play: smack the ******!
layering over what their ethnicity clearly speaks,
although with a borrowed tongue...
which is why a slang variation of language
has to emerge...
it's not a case of slang representing
prior footing, and current footing, but cleansing
prior footing, as current footing, with only
a melting *** to be sure of...
on the objective basis that's the right thing
to do... you really want to eat a good curry
at the end of the day...
but sometimes you need someone to say:
me a shallot prior a carrot in that melting *** of spice...
the feeling is not mutual...
would i ever eat sand to sharpen my teeth
for a cannibalistic grin?
i'm quiet content with merely
dabbling in poached lamb... but if another mein teil
scenario arises... it'll probably come west of the Odra
river.
