out of balance? out of balance? my fist in your face is out of balance, but it isn't there, and it should be there, and the "out of balance" part - if your maxim is in my head, that equates itself to the out of balance of a missing fist in your face of a crafting of a jackson ******* squish, or a plum tomato, well then... maybe i was right to avoid punching you and making modern art, as i was: completely discrediting your words, esp. as an old man as: complete *******. it would seem, better write in youth, than to write in old age; or write at all.
it would seem, that we need to see much more
mathematical terms - the new form of replacing
1 = a, and 2 = b....
i "think" we need to introduce the square-off...
that the √ be the nuo ego... letters falling fast,
new units, end even newer nuance -
like autumnal flakes of oak -
the last revealing promise:
lost, to the things salvaged
as, "old".
atomisation correlates directly
with a big "bang" theory -
a "bang" in a vacuous space?
you ******* kidding me?
bangs happen in a vacuum?
what i am, a ******* deaf numb mole
who has a hard picture of
comparing a mozart to a tchaikovsky?!
what's that, rattled siberia,
while finally residing of the riviera?
***** twice doubled -
and i thought i had readied all
the ******* fur milkin'...
seems poetry was always a *******
guise for all artists...
i don't mind,
writing a ******* is as amusing
as looking at seals in a zoo...
you just end up clapping
alongside them! ha! it's infectious!
miraculous in the onomatopoeia sense of
ough, ough, seals & seagulls
combined: + an oink,
and micagrammatons...
moink, moink...
how does a man write
a proper woof / meow,
and not make it sound as mundane
as a knocking on a door?
- but you should seen me when they
handcuffed my father,
who? the home-office... they said:
what a nice computer...
and they took him away...
i remember the day they spat onto
my father's head in chessington's world
of adventures... i remembered that...
but you know what i best
remember... the evil sly look i gave,
akin to ex machina soundtrack -
hacking_cutting - by that moment,
the ball, just, sank...
you like being called
"illegal"? you try explaining your
"legal" sudanese immigrant brats,
hoarded by political correctness?!
you want to talk to a kid,
punching a wall, imagining it was a face
till the plums came home?
****, the kid could,
he'd make a ******* apple pie
from that face, and leave you some
apple pulp's worth of a face for a jam...
you really, really don't know how
this will brew?
i god forbid anyone in defence of these
germanic tribes-people...
they deserve their turn on ****,
i never had a thing for a gloria steinem,
or a claudia schiffer...
but i do remember punching a wall,
imagining it to be a bulldog's worth
of an english man's face,
licking his tongue into a somali ****
pretending it was a lamb sandwich...
and then i cried wolf:
and a wolf - i became:
ah-woooooooooooooo!!!
best exacted - the dirtiest look imaginable,
what the arabs call the *evil eye,
i? i call it the death stare -
the song already mentioned -
the english are the least apparent into
their moral monopoly -
they're either the retards,
or the rejects... i can't and never will decide
which...
but from what i have read,
they really do deserve an a.i. paranoia -
to have created something that
overshadows them, bewilders them,
they really do need a guardian and protector,
that is half-based human: origins of,
but is also half-based artificiality:
the frozen congo - remnant of
the baked alaska -
that monkey in an igloo,
playing with a pair of chopsticks!
i can't even believe how people can become
so naive, as to be naive enough:
to spread naiveness beyond themselves,
and craft the architecture of
jung's collective unconscious reverse -
people always speak of en masse hysterias -
en masse psychologies -
group think,
naive-ness is what what constructs
the antithesis of jung's collective
unconsciousness... it's always the certain
sleepy tomorrow...
being naive is the conscious agglomerate,
there was always a conclusive collectivism -
it sprouted in the failings of
capitalism: being defended.
