i still feel that people are under-engrossed
in the simple statement they took to mean
rubric, and i took as me own, i.e.:
    just... because... i sorta feel like it...
          i really decided that
hollywood was a bit *******
and shallow, a bit dandy,
i mean: just a bit sad...
if you but a pistol against my
temple, i probably might feel something....
but hey! there comes a saving
repirsal...
i call them the alt-left
i.e. those who said: thanks for displacing
our great barrier reef
   bound by eastern europe....
a billion chinese....
    you chong that cha cha and later
spreak qua chi?
       i evidently didn't want to be an exile,
i didn't want to be a patron saint
of exile... rotting in england...
  that fertile ground of what's to come
in america...
   all you get is my laughter:
when homosexuality just spelled
out: a right of opinion,
when homosexual forgot being artists
and instead started to gear i.v.f. children,
when all the waste came back
without an Eddy Gein to talk
giving the leather-face abstract...
   very few of us could scale
such heights, yet the majority of us
became castrated by supposing we had to
do as the anti-analogue suggested:
oh sorry, too many words?
better me than the taxman checking
your bank-account...
how low can you go, seriously:
  the i.v.f. / test-tube argument was spawned
by children living in mono-*** households....
i'm just watching the clock when they
start to fall off into the proclamation of rights:
America is funny, and i am prone to
laugh...
      it's the argument you'll hear from
the science abuse of: those who can't reproduce,
and therefore raise no children...
not with a mannequin scientist telling
them: yes, you, can!
well, apparently they can...
      two protons make a neutron akin
to an electron dynamic...
     i can't help but see the fault with
the brain being the source of thinking...
i can't help thinking about it...
i could care to make the brain
the source of thought, and the delusions:
soul, god... had i found out that the brain
is as degenerate as a heart...
what, can you convince me with Alheimer's?
   it's really there, was it ever only there?
i find claim to find the origin of thought
as solely brain-orientated...
and there you go off with your neuroscience
*******...
          at least yoga teaches that
a person exists: meaning the whole body
is involved... not some itemisation part-counter-part...
i can't believe fat thinks,
and how the brain degenerates
by the verse of acne via protein equivalent
attacking it, when brain does what people
suggested: does the brain power,
compares the function of the brain to gym...
i.e. you can ever do
crosswords, and other "enigmas"
      and easily escape the moral question....
yes, i've been to prostitutes...
but it's what i did with them that matters,
not that you suddenly think to be superior levitating
above me having gone through
3 marriages... feel superior now?
probably not...
               i am really thinking
about piercing your gob and tugging it
into the pig-trough... so i can see you say
the words manure with oats....
        boring, as ever...
snowflakes that never reach the construct of
a snowman...
                  where the donkey, and the carrot?
it's certainly not a carrot-donkey story
where one's imaginary and the other
is motivated...
        i could have claimed homosexuals once,
even championed them...
about the same time
that art became boring, and they
   decided to do the standard heterosexual
thing of starting families...
    i got bored when one really became
the man, and the other really became a woman...
and there were kinds involved...
and there was no **** coercing the androgyny -
about the time when androgyny died...
when it became less and less confusing
and more cohort...
  that's when i did the one best thing
i could ever do with res vanus -
i turned cogito = mars...
   and yes, the concept of thought incorporated
into a deity from the ancient yore of
a polytheism emerged as: no gods really do...
because once you take to ennabling
a single god from the pantheon to thought
rather than being... you **** all the gods...
and each of the pantheon as alike in
thinking... huh?
     we introduced no more than omni-
to the gods of the greeks...
we did the averse-Prometheus...
upon stealing fire from Olympus,
we dragged thought into Olympus...
  prior to this: the concept of a thinking god
made no sense to be human...
    it's only with a thinking god
  or what's to be called, the basis of omni-
        that we became, slightly dislodged...
        a thinking god is the basis for a god
circumstanced out of the omni- prefix...
that's... that'sthe power of thought...
     thus with a god capable of thought
i can be but an empty thinkg (res vanus) -
and whathever violence comes my way...
with whatever violence i'd like to translate
as arm, stone, throw... i'll keep contained
as merely violent thought...
   nearing the telepathic adamancy...
but that means: a god... not a republic
of gods... which means a thinking god...
   which means that i can't think if
there's an omni- suggestion of being...
  meaning there's no evil genius or akin
given the cartesian res cogitans -
     and how the brain as an ***** is prone
to be degenerate akin to kidney...
    meaning that cogito ergo sum
isn't the right fact, just that res cogitans is...
i am empty, a thing of emptiness,
a res vanus, and i am impregnated by thought,
or by a pseudo-dasein... a being there:
that translates as rioting...
                     and all because
of the concept of a thinking god, and the prefix omni-.
man gave way to the prompt of
the gods not becoming non-existent,
but toward a prompt of merely thinking...
  and now man questions why he is how he is,
and why he behaves as he behaves,
and why there's even a case to question
being as an antidote to non-being, yet nonetheless
seeing the thus: of abhorred content and
a much greater take on what's to be abhorred.
    the omni- prefix concept only came
about when we decided that gods ought to think
after having acted like a pillaging Mongolian
horde akin to Zeus morphing into swans
to ******* **** a few demigods along the way...
the fact that there is a "god" with the given
omni- prefix standards...
  wait a minute... i lost the plot!
  over-stating the points included in this
statement over-and-over again won't work...
           i already said what i wanted to say...
trying to clarify the points as simply as
1 + 1 = 2 will not really help...
       i can't achieve a clarity of 1 + 1 = 2
no more than Kant could in his critique of pure reason...
it's language... you're writing a book...
   if it was staged to a mathematical simplicity
as 5 + 7 = 12... then i'd simply write the zenith
as a + p + p + l + e = apple...
hiding behind a mathematical zenith
while writing out the Hades using directly
confrontational optics to sound symbols
              rather than optics to thought symbols
will not help...
          the next tier of language is exploration
beyond 1 - 9, i.e. Δ -
       that's really the Pythagorean genesis...
they are bound to say delta...
       and beyond a - z...
   well: nothing you can exactly internalise...
fist, foot... stone... stuff of protests,
and farming a field of potatoes... donning
Lenin's goatee, while pretending to
play the violin, akin to fiddling with it
as a Rasputin might.

A colleague told me how
“All poems are hate poems.”
And I battered this wondered
Clobbered up like mudpies flopping,
Topped, and tossing between
Palms. Qualms pulled apart,
Stretched, stringy like
Taffy, sticking tongue to teeth, why
We can barely spreak when
We touch upon love.

There is Love – and there is Hate – two sides of the same blade
That steams your blood –
Smoke signals to
Your loved ones that you – in one way or another –
Are still orange-warm.

In this forgiving House of Blue Light – singing of malefic effigies:
Christ Light. Water light.
Trickled dirt along the corridors, wood-swollen, too.

Grab the safety handles of Hate – embrace them, know them, love them.
Hate is the pause between heartbeats that exhales the light in your veins.

Thit's begin of cos to you,
Then to speak to go to me.
That okay to you to skin,
Then to go my motherland.

Its begin to you the night,
Old of spring together six.
Months all need to square but,
In the ship to go to skin.

That o big to go to need,
In the building to the boy.
You a long to boy my spreak,
That a long to you my dare.

Cow you bing all needed go,
You can break to user skin.
Six and months to you my friend,
Its okay to go to you.

You need to go, my in the world.

Its you okay, then its my break,
You so begin, then to my skin.
Shuck go to break, its you okay,
Then to all me, then go so much.

You need of cos, go to the right,
Six months again, you can see sleep.
That to you go, my break again,
To much a know, ****** to you.

That my to break, its for to you,
Go mather ****, its okay you.
You understand, ******* to go,
Its motherland, my its for you.

No no yours break, its go to me,
You understand, ******* off you.
You for the boys, think you to need,
That begin, fatherland my.

Old you a spring, to go to much,
That you to go, understand you.
That you a clock, to go to you,
*** you again need it for you!!!

Yes its boys to you need forever to skin, thit's my begin.

This is my book, to the my screen
Its you okay, to much begin
That to you need, then to you go
That's you so much, in the to go
You understand, that to you need
Six months again , then to you go
That to you go, its you are sin
*** of you need, it's oh you then
That end to my break, you off you need
Thank to my much, fox news begin
Its you okay, then nice to you
*** my of spring , that  you oh know  
*** you a square, old neen to you
Then go to me, sen to you need
**** is my dear, thank you so lone
That off you spreak, that to my much
Thank you begin
05.11.2024

Then to you need for my breaking 💔, its alright to much born. That a begin.

You its the clock
It my the break
I love to me
you go so lone
its my begin
that is okay
that's what you
need
1981.02 September
09:00 am

«Tegerman»
«Mill» — from Tatar language.
05.11.2024 – 08:25 pm.
That a begin, all you a sleep
To so to much , fox news  the  speak
You go so  lone , in the its break
You so to you, off you the need

That you a square , fon to so much
You need to go , to old the spring
Thank you my friend, in the the go
End understand, you need off clock

Second to you, in the the room
I love  to me, in the begin
Fun to so much, that to you go
Its a to break, in the to me

You consperate, old mather ****
You so to go, understand me
Sen to you boy, off in the ship
All be be back, altogether

If you a need, thank you so much
That you a go, mather *****
You go to me, in the to right
Wake you so much, altogether

Then to you go, all don't a know
****** you square, altogether
Thit's all alright , you understand
******* my soul, altogether

Second to me, in the this break
I love you dead, altogether
Then in my sleep, you concerat
Six months to you, altogether

Then you my bye, ******* you go
To so to much , ****** breaking
It's you okay, then to so much
******* so lone, all be back you

Go to the right, ******* again
Sen to my break, all be back you
Six is months teen, **** of you go
To the to much, altogether

In the the sleep, you so begin
In the ******, you together
Came back to me, you go so lone
That you a spring, fax a you so

There's begin, all you the need
Fun to my break, all be back you
Six a month teens, go motherland
Old you to go, altogether

In understand, go to my break
You consperate, the break world
Its you okay, then in the sleep
You to the go, motherland your

******* the need, its you okay
Niya sinde ul bulgan ul
That you so much, all to you screen
Then in Tatar, all be back you

So to the much, go but to me
You can see sleep, to the gedo
In you begin, song its you go
To the to boy, all be back you

Funk you so much, all be begin
You can see sleep, all be back you
Funk you so lone, that is my break
Go to the **** of, together

Min vakytta, yazam kitup
Shul zamannary bulgan ul
Эта тетрадь, будет служить
Вашим потомкам и дедам

Верность храню, знаю секрет
Но я для бога закрытый
Он меня взял, вам предложил
Тема моя не раскрыта!!!
06.11.2024 – 00:44 am.

That alright to go to me,
Then its cos to go so lone.
Its okay the bat to skin,
The a am to me of skull.

Then to you to father break,
Motherland to you of skin.
That to you a then to go,
Your me to bain to you.

Made in is Russia boy,
You of spring to go to you.
After burner its okay,
Your dead to concerat.

That away you concli me,
In okay the good to you.
Of in spreak to go so lone,
You are speak to break to you.

Then of you the boy to me,
Office go to you i break.
Motherland to you of spring,
Its okay you bebe need.

Your song to boys to you,
******* bread to go to that.
Six months to you going spray,
****** boy you go to you.

That of freak to go to go,
That a need you skin a sin.
Mather ******* me to break,
Its so lone to you o yes.

That a boy to you my friend,
Then a skin the you a go.
Motherland to you of pip,
That my Disney Disneyland.

That to go to you are boy,
Then a skin the mather ****.
You a go to you to sin,
Its okay you understand.

That to go to me my friend,
That a lot to motherland.
Landing arm to boy my friend,
Its okay you go to need.

Understand you boys to you,
Indian the break to go.
Indian that motherland,
Arm to you if cos to you.

That a boy you needed fix,
A a lot  you mather break.
Zits to go you spray again,
Motherland of cos to me.

You the girl to you of cos,
Zits a you a mather ****.
Love a cos to you a break,
That a go to you of spring.

Thanks to me you olov you,
That a boy to much of cos.
Six months go a letter big,
Are you ready on a pho.

Zits alright together ****,
Understand you mather ****.
Kiss my bebe you the good,
Understand you sol to me.

Aftobane you console,
Yal tugan bulgan so lone.