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Thomas Jul 2020
If you are one that can't deal with all the talk of gender and  identity in these changing times...

Consider the fact that an enormous percentage of everyone's time is devoted to how we choose to present ourselves to the world around us.  What clothes to wear... What hair style... What makeup... Who you choose as your friends.... Your religious and political preference.

These are all part of your Identity just as much as is your gender or ****** orientation

I believe examining  our selves, our prejudice, the beliefs we hold dear.... this is a healthy process. Understanding our own identity -who we are - who we are becoming. These are worthy pursuits  that we all seek throughout our lifetime.

To judge a Transgender individual because they don't fit into your world view is a bit hypocritical in light of the fact that we are all concerned about our identity and how we present ourselves to others...
Norbert Tasev Apr 2020
In them, then, waking as a secret instinct met with resistance! Like Prometheus in the spikes of a nucleus, complicit killers in the atomic explosion of our emotions: We took advantage of the promising of immortality, the All-Inclusive, everything that can be returned at interest Minutes: The Irreversible - Reciprocable, Recoverable, Holy Transgender

which can be transferred to the organic part of our biological cell germ, can be received in the same way as the Universe! And in the meantime, we only sought to transcend our immortality by transcending in our own ancient pleasures — burned out — Yet together; in a single, pure and eternal Holy conviction we may be held captive

nailed moment! - The stubborn barking of our blood-wounds awkwardly becomes omnipotent: Eternal, learned, touching grace. We are echoing sounds that can also be heard in each other's heartbeats! - The consciousness of cell fission has reached the brain, we have often been stuck in the expanding flirtatious expansion of our intermediate time. Outside of us, through the colonized, colonized realms in the degraded Cosmos Space, the vulnerable messenger listens to it, listening to the vulnerable messenger: Intellect and common sense companions - an immortal needle stumbled and then reached the inner, comprehensive, and graspable boundary of the brain!

You said it yourself - at least enough: We're floating on a rocking scale. Themselves are the discarded, cracked sandbags of mortality: Who can know more? And who is right? Do the tiny billions of particles in our cells, the fissures of our molecules, serve our selfish needs alone or our falling instincts?
The Fire Burns Mar 2018
A Coriolis storm of loathing,
smothering my thoughts,
the aches and pain of life,
painting annoyance on my face.

Jaded beyond repair,
the human experience,
wasted on imbeciles and idiots,
pushing the sane over the edge.

Pink and purple prose,
written and posted,
but never read,
unless on the phone screen.

Gender, transgender, confusion,
binary systems multiplied,
pronoun confusion and deletion,
along with the rewriting of history.

Snowballs rolling downhill,
growing so large, no longer containable,
begin to fly apart, as the sun goes nova,
celestial rage impending doom.
Mateuš Conrad Feb 2020
i'm still trying to trace back a sudoku mistake...
how could i have made it...
it's not exactly the samurai / killer sudoku stratum...
i might not know,
exactly the order of the alphabet...
but at the same time i want to breathe...
so i'll write a little "impromptu"...
which this isn't... it has been festering like a wound
engaged in: giving a banquet to the whole
entourage of gangrene! of course: the ghost limb /
shank! don't be silly... gangrene associated
with the head is either a guillotined bottle-neck...
or... the lesser cousing: amiss...
of what would otherwise resemble:
the jaw that chatters, the hacksaw that bites...
but i made a mistake...
because i had "too much on my mind":
which is pretty much nothing...
i'm starting to question whether: primo...
i am to be qualified as a thinking thing...
and whether or not i'm not, quiet simply...
something empty: a vacuum with a: hello!
my name: if robert - call me bob sticker...
it's not so much a joke as... nothing more, either...
peacocking intelligence is...
the hiearchy structure is still "game"...
the poker is still: R-category...
but i guess i folded...
which is why i wondered as to why a sense
of *****... became a frivolous goosebump
of a sensation where they should be...
instead i found myself with a bulging
monsoon *****...
and this is not even a case of: when transgender
psychology tightens the grip on:
the common good - grammar...
gender neutral pronouns... what about the royal
we and one? we: the entourage...
one as all pronouns present...
i ****** up...
i blame it on the choice of notation...
the narrative should have read
Aa8 Bc9 Cc1 Cc7 Ac5 Aa5 Ca5 Ca7 Ca3 Ca3
on the usual gymnastics of...
but it wasn't working from this...

          A                  B                  C
   x     x     x     8     x     x     x     9     1
a x     x     x     x     x     7     x     x     x
   x     x     1     2     x     x     8     7     3
   6     x     9     x     7     x     x     x     x
b x     x     x     5     3     x     x     x     x
   x     3     x     x     x     x     5     1     2
   x     x     3     x     x     6     x     8     7
c 8     x     7     x     x     1     9     4     x
   1     x     6     x     x     8     3     x     x

why did i go for the Aa1 notation rather than
a A1(1) notation?
after all B8... b6... Bb86... P9 etc.

it's not like i'm bewildering myself
to solve the corona virus... either...
perhaps i'm just, "investigating"...
a small step for man...
one giant leap for mankind... but then that
is not true...

if you still read newspapers...
this is what a pedantic corner of a newpaper looks
like... journalism pumping public
opinion is one thing in the tabloid press...
quiet another, elsewhere...

for better or for worse:
this is the until: we part on... death can have its
mythology and personification with
scythes and a harem of shadows
that would replace the lava lamp for...
one of those atmospheric evenings smoking
marijuana... and telling each other...
how that's supposed to... exemplify *******...
which came prior to one of us trying
out a full-body b.d.s.m. gimp suit...
with a zipper for the genitals to: plucker out...
or some other ingenius monstrosity
of the bedroom...
but none of the prior...
it's not like these were ever... "fetishes" or...
were, even "somehow" driftwood in the unconscious...
seeing how others have explored these
avenues...

i'm not too sure where i went wrong...
call it a distraction call it a weather warning....
call it... just coming out from a stanley kubrick
omnibus - back to back oeuvre binge...
or some whacky said: some other...
friend of a friend...

the other narrative read as follows
Cb7 Ab7 Bc7 Bc3 Cc1 Cc2 Cc6 Cc5 Ab5 Ac5 Bc5 Bc2
Cb9 Cb8 Ca4 Cb4 Cb3 Cb6 Aa7 Ab1 Ab8
Ab2 Ab4 Bb4 Bb8 Bb1 Bb2 Bb6 Bb9 Ba3 Ba5 (Ac6) Ba1
Ca5 Ac2 Aa8 Aa6 Aa3 Aa9 Aa4 Ba4 Bc4 Bc9 Ac9 Ac4

i call this the parallel adventure of the the synonym:
me solving a sudoku puzzle is a bit like...
a bureucrat / civil servant sharpening a pencil...

a frenchman would have, a german would have...
written some existential narrative...
i wrote: why i solved one sudoku puzzle...
but didn't solve another...
because... thinking go in the way...
thinking about nothing -
origins reflexive... and nothing as expansive
as would be allowed via: origins reflective...

habitual preoccupations if not stressors...
one could allow oneself to watch paint dry...
but then one should allow onself to watch ice melt...
otherwise figure out a seat next to Heraclitus next
to a river... or a neat next to Narcissus beside a lake...
or a puddle...
or... a seat next to a stone that isn't a stone
that is a mountain with Sisyphus...
each one will do...

as one is expected to write such *******...
when one's shadow abandons one...
perhaps to even the scores of a diagnosis...
bi-lingual: ******-            evidence!
what force of wanting to keep the would-be
integrated blossom... who... rebelled and said:
i will retain my mother,
my tongue... and my skull...
hence this mongrel: i, i...
or what's the lesser mirror: the water, the glass...
the need for night, for shadow...
for timid time...
and the shared common threshold:
to bounce back from an omni-: in the litany of:
flu-like symptoms -
giving cursor for sponge-like...
lava roasted - poached squid brain burdened
episodes of the hominids... **** similis:
apes clapping and laughing playing backgammon
and confusing it with checkers... and checkers
with chequers...

queries: none applicable: queues? all...
primo cue? qua in quaestio: quo vadis?
a self-proclaimed deconstruction cascade of
the alphabet... none speculated...
trying to be overtly "smart" most anticipated...
a burden in-and-of-itself: stipulated...
a congestion of rhyme...
no couplets yes of everything, else: presented...

de profundis clamere ad te domine;
this is a razor's edge a drowning man would
grip onto... upon the sea...
this lingua mare...
and given this is not some lucky driftwood...
it's enough: to equal both the discomfort
from having written it...
as not having written it.
Mateuš Conrad Aug 2018
you... you really don't come
against these men,
with self-help restrictions
on *******...
   simply, because, why?
a pregnant woman *******
will find enough viewership
compared to one man
doing a slacker's ***** scene...
you want to give these men
up to castrato ergonomics,
without giving them a harem
or an operatic status?
      if you don't have what you like...
you begin to like,
  what you have...
    and if it's a hand
entombed in imitation
****...
   then you go along with it...
    you watch one mediocre ****
movie...
then revert to instilled ****
of an equivalence of a magazine...
      the more soft-core you go...
the more south-paw you become...
write with the right hand,
******* with your left hand...
or sit on your right hand
for half an hour, wait for the numbing
effect...
  and conjure a succubus...
because women jerking off
is no problem...
but when a man does it?
hell! no videos!
                  but someone like
a canadian psychologists...
oh wait... psychologists
have no no psychiatric authority
to prescribe drugs / mingle
with the pharmacological community?
so...
       what's with the talking?
might as well ensure the full potency
of the transgender movement...
instead of making me castrato
of the vatican library of psalms,
make me the gatekeeper to what
would otherwise be a *****,
in a Arabian harem...
                **** **** ****!
yeah... but no bulgarian ***** would
do that to me...
  she'd oil up with ****** cream
on the *****...
   unlike that Boer south african lass
with a dry 'un...
               oysters... minus
the lemon juice gulped down...
"alt right"... women are good
for jerking off... walking ******
like pinl floyd's hammer march
for another brick in the wall...
but men doing it?
                  b'aaaah b'aaaaah bad!
fair enough... but the base case
of ownership...
    petting cats is already tedious,
dogs rank 2nd...
  women? rank 1st...
                  if it is unusual to receive
compliments, attention,
a benevolent format of subscription
for a later date of impacting
the intact relationship?
             no... not really...
rather lick a ******* hot light bulb
and pretend to be
    transmitting a genius idea...
when there isn't one...
             i love the idea of woman...
from primary school,
through secondary school,
and in the odd instance of university...
but outside of said schematic?
this photogenic wedding endeavor?
      any sour apples?
     piquant types...
              neon green granny smiths?
god, i'd love to...
        but...
             sometimes in one's life
there are things akin
to the great wall of Hoisin...

                and i'm not really into virgins,
or the 20th part of sloppy seconds
either...
  unless within the confines
of transparency of a brothel...
    she can be as much of a *****
as she is...
   but when a lie is posited
on the chessboard of the architecture
of relationships?
      
                don't bother;
it's an ingrained defiance -
      to what was already defined
in poetic terms...
   as the Satanic lie -
   man? sinless -
                primordial burden, without
a scathe...
              a lie has the potency
        to become worse than homicide...

as i've learned...
when a woman doesn't love you,
she lies...
   she entices with entrapment...
   and when you're not enticed,
dumb, fooled,
auxiliary methodology is employed...
you private life...
   is somehow... questionable
by third parties...
   of people you once considered
to be friends...
            but that's beside the point...
you return to the mantra
encompassing the entirety of
humanity with 2 words:

plow along...
            plow along...
          
     within the same instance...
of a world... so large and unbecoming...
shrinking to your narrative...
focusing on an eye of a needle.
Mateuš Conrad Aug 2017
i'm not the one, who'll pander your parents' indulgences... there were always precuations regarding the extracting of libido into a sanctified act, as there was alway rubber... ******* and you prescribing me a guilt-trip... your parents brought retards into this world, i don't have to bring a ******* thought into it, either!

front page? evil strikes again,
terrorist attacks in barcelona.

page 9?
   down's syndrome husbamd barred from
*** with wife wins £100,000 damages...

can i say, that you, deserve it?
     the day when down syndrome men
are employed in the construction industry,
or in sanitation...
   that's the day when you'll hear
the sound of applause and never hear
the sound of bombs exploding...
  
*******, making cripples out of healthy
people while: pleeeeeeading,
pleeeeeeading for the retards beneath the cross!
**** it, shove them into the sewers,
let's see what happens,
   i'm just tired of what islam already
says,
i'm tired ot the "correct" pronoun
arguments,
  i'm tired of st. thomas' gospel,
i'm tired of transgender "issues"...
   i'm tired...
  thank **** someone has the shortcut
"argument" of detonating a bomb...
i'm just tired of this western "supremacy"...
i can't be bothered
with people making content-economics
of counter arguments...
  it's much more entertaining
eating sweetcorn, or beetroot...

next time you call for a plumber,
ask for a plumber with down syndrome...
i'm sure your toilet will end up
looking lavish, as a *marcel duchamp

"fountain*...
       oh sure sure, take a **** in it...
invite islam and say:
   no! no taboo!
    a bunch of grandparents *******,
**** **** for sure, no taboos...
             well.. you deal with them!
i'm already having a hard time
peeling a pumpkin!

who would have thought, that *******
your cousin, wasn't such a bad
thing, esp. when western society
extended their "fertility"
that only produces down infants.
Mateuš Conrad Jan 2020
i'm not                                           a deer hunter;

but i'd love to
ascribe from Cyrillic
to this;
nonetheless;

if one were to boast...
but one never gratifies
boasting...
the rare chance
of being a deer-runner...

because the stag is in concrete...
road-****...
and one only has but one
chance of playing
santa... being the deer-runner...

which not one will actually believe
as one being...

but at least the pronoun debacle
is allowed... a royal
presence of excuses with:
one should...
we also think so...

it was always under the crown's
decree to give this grief some time
to air... before... it was folded
like a poker bluff...
before the altar of:
pronoun exhibit (a): one...
pronoun exhibit (b): we...

we should hope of one's
happiness to be exacted without
the worry for either pauper I
or a they that throng...
prior to the stress that's: we...
that's prior to I...
in that we refer to I as in no way...
allowing a res extensa
of a: they...

i am liberally... classical...
this is english, after all...
i must decline to use these modern...
trangender, canadian, pronoun,
compelled speech derivtives...
pseudo-soviet satellites of grammar...
of the royal pronouns we must
discuss... "proper" or any usage...
for that matter...

the crown hovers above the head
the head that can be decapitated but
still waggle a tongue...
the royal not the transgender pronouns...
rex civilis...
one should hope so...
that we might state the following...
a pronoun! without any faking
a *******, entourage!

classy peoples of this worls and typo Ds
(missing) and...
i only heard the term vegan once...
i subsequently heard:
no eggs... no cheese...

i then heard... *******!
what's breakfast with no cheese...
no eggs?!
how about...
vegan = haemophilia anemic?!
ok booker = soy boy bonanza...
how's that?
what about the steak tartar,
ms. rude carrot root *** whiff
of a ******?

i could be saved...
and how i wish to work
in a slaughterhouse...
it would cure me of...
curating to the alpha-male
museum of sounds via
the ash-tray array
of ****** sound-bitten-bites...
compensating for...
i too wonder...

there's all this music...
but to replenish this diet...
there's that crude onomatopoeia of...
vowels that attempt
to attain consonant status
when a woman *******...
but never does: attain the consonant
status of her vowel elevated pressure
breaths...

because it's the big O...
and no big sigh
that invites the better half
of the vowel-catcher
that's the tetragrammaton in...

i need to know whether
this is venom-bitten
with bitterness...
or whether it's still:
cheap slap-stick comedy -
en route the common ritual of...
a cameo audience being responsive...
a very cult-esque response...
a delmore schwartz escapade via
that hill billy of the velvet underground...
demure of a consitent craving
for preserving a self-deprecating...
not always allowed...

esp. not in europe where...
these days... everyone tells a joke
like a german...
but also has to hear it like an englishman....
a bad,
a very bad... ******* combination...
and yes...
****- and -ing is to be treated
as a grammatical conjunction...
equivalent to AND...

it's not to be given iconoclast status
for the bow and bread
of the dyslexia stranded
when "bigger" words appear...
and they have this...
niqab of a word ****
appear akin to an email
password's worth
of ••••

you're not saving the planet...
if a chimpanzee was able
to juggle oranges a priori...
then a chimpanzee will be
able to juggle oranges
a posteriori...
and if the elephant snorting and whatever
an elephant is able to do with its trunk,
brings it to a closer
relation to a miles davis trumpet?
then an elephant did and will do so!

problem being: the better part of this
hypothetical conversation i could only
have with myself...
since no woman could ever be as
impractical as to have it...
without an ulterior motive...

if it doesn't exist within the kantian
quarantine of the noumenon
(res per se)...
if it doesn't exist within a viral status
of the:
phenomenon -
if it's not phenomenological -
non replica inductive / industrial
in replication?
ha! and there i was... being fed...
the romance novelty of a stendhal!

ask a man to wage a war...
he will...
but he will never wage one...
from the perspective of hiding the notion
that he might fake being
a mantis or a black widow arachnophobia
prior!
why pray on being so sly
and slighted?
why not wait... breed a bonsai tiger...
and then play a game of tripping him up...
when waging war on...
that is not my woman...
and i actually romanced her -
but then... her petting strategy...
unless it was a Nefertiti -

buckle up... here comes a levelling...
a mr. smith is about to marry a ms. jones...
oh no... there's no née to mrs. jones...
mr. smith married a ms. jones...
benevolent coincidence...
i'm still for dogs and bonsai tigers...
i still imagine a heaven as...
72 rottweilers that i can clash teeth with
and bite and wrestle with...
where this islamic solomon complex comes
from with the 72 virgins...
it's hardly going to matter...

thank god... she was into...
spiders... and snakes...
i was more into... well she was scared of heights...
and graveyards... and i was like: yes! go!
me first!
feeding mosquitos to the bonsai...
and gutting a rainbow trout
giving them the eyes to "pleb" on...

she's still a fond memory of a girlfriend...
i was so close to being branded by her
with a tattoo and some "cultural appropriation"
about to don some caribb dreads...
she is a fond memory...
simply because she was a great ****...
and maybe because
she somehow introduced me to in extremo
and... bulgakov...

maybe... and as all great ***** go...
it's hard to forget them...
even if you're aiming at solo or even...
happily married...
the best **** and... what was it...
cognac with a slice of lemon was an imitation
of... the drawing rooms of Peterhof?

even a street-sweeper remembers
the best **** he ever had...
which involved a trip to the U.S.A....
a hotel room, some LSD and enough time
to watch one sun and two moons
pass for a measure of a day...

once this once happens...
the rest remains to be relegated for
a cameo fodder...
no war, no bastion...
no troops no cannons...
cameo fodder...
up to and including the zenith
of life... bound to the teenager years
culminating at age 21...
and then the descent...
into the everyday grey shade of
a pulp song about...
lost? lost what?
oh... the once upon time magic
everyone is about to... amnesia place -
as somehow to be... "recovered"?!
abortion/aborticide/infanticide = right to choose, pro-choice
American Indian = native American
***** = African-American
***** = person of color (not colored person)
Eskimo = Inuit
chairman = chair/chairperson
court house = judicial center
Department of War = Department of Defense
war = peace keeping
enemy soldier = terrorist
bomb = I.E.D.
unemployed = jobless
unemployment = joblessness
employee = associate/team member
foreman = foreperson
Internal Revenue Dept. = I.R.S./Internal Revenue Service
school = learning center
hospital = medical center/health center or just health
medical care = healthcare
house broken or house trained = ***** trained
~ (I've yet to see a dog use a ***** chair.)
personnel department = human resources
nurse = R.N. & L.P.N.
medic/paramedic = E.M.T.
orderly  = C.N.A.
van = S.U.V.
D.W.I. = D.U.I.
fireman = fire fighter/ firefighter
policeman = police officer,  law-enforcement officer
police station = law-enforcement center
ordered = asked  (police NEWSPEAK)
floor = ground (police NEWSPEAK)
interrogation = interview
suspect = person of interest
retardate = exceptional, mentally-challenged
crippled = disabled, physically challenged
hard-of-hearing/deaf = hearing impaired
***** = chemically-dependent
tradesman = trades worker/tradesworker
soldier = military member/servicemember (compound word)
******* = transgender
shoes, boots = footwear
eyeglasses/sunglasses = eye wear/eyewear
checks = cash
barber/beautician = stylist
businessman = businessperson
illegal (regarding wetbacks) = undocumented
conqueror = peacekeeper
torture = enhanced interrogation/pain compliance
crime = wrongdoing (compound word)
criminal = wrongdoer
bill collection = recovery management
lie = miscommunication
propaganda/jingoism = P.R./public relations
propaganda minister = public relations officer
meeting = meet-up
ministers = faith leaders
V.D./venereal disease = S.T.D./sexually-transmitted disease
steward/stewardess = flight attendant
welfare/relief = public assistance
food stamps = E.B.T.
waiter/waitress = server
workmen's compensation = workers compensation
service revolver = duty weapon
Mateuš Conrad Jul 2018
/                                             between  
  boris johnson
&
jacob rees-mogg;

i'd choose the former,
at least he can fake it
and looking plain-dumb
stupid - just ready
to 'ed off to the turkish
barbers...

the latter?
  
   the **** acknowledged that
he can't boil, a ******* egg!

    cymdeithas
               yr iaith gymraeg -

watch me reshape that:

      çýmdéithās

           ýr           íāíθ

                     gým' ra' 'eg.

i've heard him talk this
crap!
  
             this half-shelved precious
of a quasi-****
at the barbers with
his hairline: fold...

   no!
                     he bakes
me a ******* cup-cake, i'll ellect him:
if not?
   back to the back-benching imitating
atlas poses of:
  oh, i suppose i'm supposed
to do something, or be of some use...

get, the, ****, out, before,
the mob starts playing hyenas!
   leave it to the buffon quasi-imitation
of the blonde quiff!
    
the empire is over, jackie, or jack,
or whatever you transgender
pervs like to call themselves...

             **** it...
           dox me... do what you can...
i know that there are two crucial
points on my body,
the arteries...
       one under my right armpit,
the over near my collar bones...

   i stap both these points...
i'll bleed out
   the other: most perfect, answer.
                      
charles the third isn't going to
be about "tea" minus wit:
zee keeng...

        half wits of the house of commons!

neither is his son!

      ugh!
                ****-wits!

can i just **** you off
while you die off ******* off your
pretentious accents on a, ******* guillotine?!
Mateuš Conrad Jun 2018
evil comes to the conclusion
that:
           if it's not a res cogitans...
then there's
a res vanus...
         that's in need of being
filled!

             only recently my
algorithm reach for encompassing
a touch-with-a-"history"
has been blockaded...

      i find it harder and harder...
to view a video,
beyond the 2016 and the 2017
arena...

     A.I. is what gave us, man,
in an S. I. environment
                (synthetic intelligence)...
something that composites
a continuum,
     rather a stable posit to work
from...

        the easiest route of
miscarrying, exploitation;

   what? existentialism wasn't about
the hyper-exploitation
of punctuation marks?!

      dumb dumb d' dumb
  drum roll...           expectation.

god looks at the use of language,
per se,
   not at language, used,
with a per se, and a subsequent
usage of,
             without a per se!
                            becauase, how on earth...
am i to make a humanist
statement...
                 by "over"-complicating
the said, use,
                       of using language?

can poetry even become a mediator?!
membrane!
                    well, **** me!
hands tied behind my back scenario?!
            tiananmen sq. "whoopsie"?

death by a riddle...
  or death by pachelbel?
    ****'s left to right right to left
when using the basic hand-"gesture"
of expressing a papyrus
          "tattoo" of a handwriting?

eek-onk?!
yes... becauase there are no
pigs in the desert...
  which i buzzfeed use
to offset a lack of salt...
       ******* copper,
brazen with melt choc. "aura",
sultry quacks of a melody
requiring a choir
             of transgender *******!

can't exactly look at a sunset
having "acquired"
the current socio-pathos
conformity narrative...
it's like watching
a really bad hopak aversion
to a take on performing
ballet...

    oh... so bad for the toes of
ballerinas...
    what about the cossack knees?!

never mind the handerchief...
what about chaos theory,
butterfly, hurricane...
                 and the sneeze?!

surely the world cannot be
unfathomable,
yet fathomable...
   within the confines of
a metaphor...
              a non-"literal"
      ascription of: losing count
of the number of given examples...

A.I.?
  what? the argument to express
putting a ****** on
a circumcised phallus?!
   i don't mind...
but owning a phallus not
circumcised...
   stop basing your intellect
on me jerking off...
      S. I.: synthetic intelligence...

       ha ha...

  putting a ****** on a circumcised
phallus...
          
              i like that...

  no wonder the ones with
circumcised *****...
  do not know how to express
pleasure from a ****, jit-jitty-jittery
one-off with jamaica in mind...

to always require a woman?
must be painful...

             learning from my
grandfather... and the *****
of a mouth that constitutes my grandmother?

            go through that one
with me, one more time...

                 so...

                no *******?
       and you wear a ******?
      and it's not latex in being wholly
****** clad in it?

                          guess only the ones
with an intact ******* can
play the part of an audience...
and even, remotely, enjoy
the dutch spectacle of watching
***** without a Cain-induced
grievance...

                             harsh though...
circumcising...
    and even remotely,
      implying a second tier of an impetus
to miscarry
the original:
     well... i hope i'll receive
an epitaph "marred" by an inscription
set to stone....

          any argument from
the non-circumcised party of women
wondering about my final
statement on the relief that
comes with: no. 1, no. 2... and no. 3?
f.g.m.
   is probably the only "answer"...
you'll ever, get.
alimony = spousal support
abortionist = abortion provider
spying (on a woman) = stalking
nurse, orderly, medic = care worker (British)
flown = airlifted
social worker = community worker
criminal = wrongdoer
crime = wrongdoing
interrogation = interview
car lot = auto center
torture = pain compliance; enhanced interrogation techniques
suspect = person of interest
housewife = home maker = stay-at-home mom
court house = justice center
prison = confinement center
school = learning center
garbage dump = landfill
antique = vintage
caretaker = caregiver
crippled = physically challenged
tradesman = trades worker
soldier = service member
medical care = healthcare
doctor = healthcare provider
clinic = health center
hospital = health
socialized medicine = universal healthcare
house builder = home builder
Department of War = Department of Defense
war = intervention
occupation (of a foreign nation) = nation building
illegal aliens = undocumented immigrants
medic = emergency medical technician, E.M.T.
nursery = daycare center
nursing home = assistant living facility
arrested = detained
imprisoned = detained
prisoner = detainee
prison = detention center
prison guard = C.O., corrections officer
eyeglasses = eye wear
shoes = footwear
policeman = police officer/law enforcement officer
police station = law enforcement center
fireman = firefighter
sportsman = sportsperson
sportsmen = sportspeople
puddling = ponding
enemy = terrorist
infanticide = right to choose
79¢ = .79¢
mistake = miscommunication
blockade = sanctions
waiter/waitress = server
check = cash
bomb = improvised explosive device (I.E.D.)
gals = guys
wife beating = domestic violence
*** change = gender reassignment
******* = transgender
***** = *** worker
stewardess = flight attendant
citizen = civilian
government overthrow = regime change
The Orient = Asia
Oriental = Asian
Afro-American = African American
Indian = native American
Internal Revenue Dept. = Internal Revenue Service
workmen's compensation = workers compensation (without possessive apostrophe)
meeting = meet-up/meetup
snitch, fink, stool pigeon, stoolie = spy, informant
side dish = side
meter maid = parking-enforcement officer
unloaded = downloaded,  off loaded
goal = endgame
sportsmen = sportspeople
physical = wellness screening
***, ***** = homeless person
destitute = homeless
destitution = homelessness
watch man = security guard/officer
nursing  home = care home with nursing  (England)
chairman = chair
P.O.W., prisoner of war (citizen) = civilian internee
rescue Mission = homeless shelter
mail = mailpiece (according to the post ofc.)
employee = team member
Mateuš Conrad Nov 2018
ooh spooky stuff...
but i really want to un-see
seeing a fluorescent
U.F.O.,
and the garmr (hell hound)
in sanity Sim Village
outer-rim of a forest...
no thanks...

did i take any pictures?
you're crazy or something?
do i ******* look
like the next
   brian jonestown massacre
   disciple?
i want to drink my whiskey,
and listen to my
******* mix-tape...
the fact that i saw these things...
and with due process
am, considered mentally ill...
so what the ****
are you doing with the transgender
movement dehumanizing
women?!
          they once thought that
homosexual were making fun
of women aging...
what about now?!
you're pandering to these madmen
while also allowing the
rightfully mad P.T.S.D. screeches
to run the ******* show!
the first snippet of a newspaper
i stuck to my wall...
the Polak 200,000+ strong
independence march...
while Western Europe was
doing... whatever Western Europe does
these days...
           ever listen to an Italian
speak Polak?
           or a Spaniard?
or an Englishman?
       all... stand out like a sore
thumb...
how do you expect the Afghans
to speak this language?!
not all Polaks speak English...
   ****'s sake... i couldn't and wouldn't
learn the squiggly lines
of Arabic phonetic encoding....
back in England:
a competent use of the English
tongue... sure thing Kaiser...
but... you... seriously think...
that you can accommodate these migrants...
by teaching all the Polaks...
English?
so you can shuffle the Afghans about?!
all the Polaks are like...
the **** do i need to learn
English for?
what?! so i can interact with
an Afghan migrant?!
you stupid or just pretending
to be stupid?
English really is an easy tongue
to acquire... given the number
of hidden diacritical / grammatical
variations of its applied usage...
me? i vary... i'm always
suspicious of the people who
find me bound to Essex,
but not speaking the Orange-man
accent associated with
Essex-orange-girl-fake-suntan
*******...
   national stereotypes...
you know... like the mid-west
is just brimful of ****** leather-face
byproduct familial bonds...
            two points of closure...
i didn't want to see that U.F.O.,
so much so that i'm writing about it...
and no... even if there was
a video... i'd delete it...
and that garmr (Welsh,
for hell-hound)...
   in the woods chasing a rabbit...
like i once said:
i couldn't have hallucinated
the ******* rabbit...
there are plenty of rabbits
in these woods...
      i didn't film that either...
   why?
   language, when faced with
an over saturation of images,
language, when faced with words
being treated as images, or logos
(no, not the Greek logos...
the plural of logo)
has to return to the Semitic,
the primitive...

  ****'s sake... is this always going
to be a story of the Semitic
skeletal abstraction...
X-ray...
      to counter the ******* pyramids
and hieroglyphics?!
that time when Δ... implied
jack-****... let alone the concept
of a triangle, or Pythagoras,
or the subsequent letter D...
within the verb-motif of do?
that time... old as a dinosaur's ****...
and the world to boot...

well with the whole Emoji
enterprise... i'm not surprised...
but i simply can't be sympathetic
to the Alistair Crowley take
on things, siding with the stability
of civilization originating
in ancient Egypt...

phonetic encoding...
the passage of meaning can't employ
images, shapes
as the penetrating scaffold of
a concept of: forward...
the Semites understood this...
which other civilizations
later borrowed...
   this... T, H, I, S...
this is X-ray "vision"...
              i see a heart,
a pompous muscle that invokes:
i do not stop, i do not stop,
i do not stop mentality...
but i see... H, E, A, R, T...
   the Semitic antithesis of
the oldest civilization's
phonetic encoding...
     the "X-ray"...
         is what propelled us forward!

the fact that we've traveled for so long,
and with this slumbering knowledge,
to only regress back into
quasi-hieroglyphs, with something
akin to :)?

seriously?!
  for all the carousels of suns and planets
and moons in orbit...
we've been standing still...
all this ****** time!
like...
   a queue under communism...
in a shop... to exchange
food stamps for a cube of butter!
for ****'s, sake!

no... i don't want proof...
   i don't want to be believed...
the ontological schematic
of a conversion from negation
to belief is too much for me
to attempt...
  on anyone, which also includes
myself...
   i'm not doing it...
best for everyone and everything
to be mediated by
a recurrence of thought,
and of doubt...
after all... whatever philosophy is,
it most certainly is
a recurrence, but also the original
posit of / for inquisitiveness...
and that's hardly a matter
of awe, are Aristotle noted.

i.e. when in doubt? think!
why?
     well... who are the sophists?
who can succumb
to the choking mechanization
of: when in denial? think?
when in denial? talk!
also...
   the church preachers...
when faithful? talk!
JP Jun 2018
Opposite to good
Average

Opposite to right
Middle

Opposite to ***
*******

Opposite to Motorcar
Chariot

Opposite to woman
Transgender

Opposite to game
Cheat

Opposite to love
Affair

Opposite to boss
Freedom

Opposite to school
Multimillionaire

Opposite to default
Skip
winter Dec 2021
you know
people are constantly mourning
the version of myself
they created in their minds
but i've really never changed

i'm talking about ten years old
all of a sudden i've become an adult
ready for the push and shove
i'm talking about twelve years old
i'm apathetic and anxious
and antisocial
i'm talking about thirteen years old
i'm a *****
i'm talking back too much
i'm talking about fourteen years old
the time i bleached my hair
and suddenly i was a new kid in class
someone entirely else
you can approach me now
except for my father
because now i look like my mother
which means now i'm ready
to be the outlet of his rage
i'm talking about fifteen years old
freshman year of high school and i'm scared
but friends 1 2 and 3 from last year
see my instagram photos and
decide i'm **** and a ***** and a ****
and i'm so very very very changed.
sixteen years old my hair is back dark
and i'm wearing extra layers
and oh no you can't talk to me anymore
people can't know you associate
i no longer look pretty for your social media
seventeen years old
i cut my hair and dyed it purple
no one talks to me anymore
not even the kind ones
apparently i'm too far gone
eighteen years old
i've been through black, blonde, purple, brown and blue
i'm supposed to be more adult now
so my mother thinks i just must be cruel
i cut off all my hair
they think that changed me, too
nineteen years old
great news, i'm transgender
they're holding funerals for me back home
i dye my hair pink
my friends who i've known for only months, weeks, say

i can't recognize you
you've changed
Ashly Kocher Jun 2019
Labels...
Why is everything labeled?
             Straight
     Gay
                                         Lesbian
       Transgender
                            Bisexual
                                                    Gender fluid
Does it really even matter?
                                 Are you happy?
                Do you love yourself?
Do you love your partner?
        
             YES!!!!
Then who the hell cares!
Embrace yourself, love yourself, be yourself!
I feel it’s beautiful to see everyone happy, regardless of your “label”
Stop labeling everyone and LOVE everyone
Even if it’s not “who you are”
Let everyone be happy and live their life...
                                 Men/woman
                       Woman/woman
                Men/men
      Men to woman
Woman to men

                 Who cares!
       YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL
          YOU ARE LOVED
YOU ARE WHO YOUR MEANT TO BE
        BE YOURSELF!
I think it’s beautiful no matter what you identify as in life
Throw out the labels
Show some LOVE!
Stevie Nov 2020
The Ending, always life in pending,
Question is when is our last breathe, depending,
If life started at the Big Bang Theory,
Why do most of us find the afterlife, somewhat Eerie,
Some by police brutality,
Some by drug overdose, some by gang war, fatality,
Some by natural causes,
Murders by lethal injection, Warden Forces,
****** by chemical castration, everyone applauds,
Some are pro life - goes for abortions,
Life on mars is fine, but life of Earth isn't,
Whether if by choice or ****,
Child falls in to an enclosure, another killing of an Ape,
Screams and demands for history to be reshape,

Transgender screams don't ask us, do your research,
Via google because we are not here to educate,
Most of us are educated or academic,
Some are of religion and church,
Not knowing good verse bad information to search,
Nothing understand the medicial but understanding simply pyschology and wikiepdia, saying it academic education.
Knowing wikipedia and basic google search, can be changed online,
Thinking they are doctors, psychologists and trained, educated professionals, by online research,
To self diagnosed like a infant child.
Disagree with professional diagnosis cause the website said it was something different,
Saying all the years of education and training, leads to end of life.

Black lives matters, black lives still are lost,
95% by there own, 5% by others and police brutality,
Screaming about systemic racism, still dropping by the own,
Slavery and the N-word is opprresion still till this day,
Accussing other races for most of there deaths,
Screaming black on black crimes is cultural,
And more accepted and not a worry.

The Ending, always life in pending,
Question is when is our last breathe, depending,
If life started at the Big Bang Theory,
Why do most of us find the afterlife, somewhat Eerie,
Some by police brutality,
Some by drug overdose, some by gang war, fatality,
Some by natural causes,
Humanity there own cause of death in construction.
Mateuš Conrad Dec 2017
telling a joke with two twenty pence and two five pence coins, while producing a debit card, pretending to explain: spare change, obviously the rest is debit! who the **** gets a giggle from a supermarket cashier? me.

coming from an inheritance of speaking
a language that "ask" an orthographic
"question", it is horrid to see a language
asking the question: what is reality?
      there is none, in that there is,
in the english cliche question:
            how do you pronounce that?
like the reality question:
       however you, unless you do
in a way that i ridicule you.
                    there's only one pass
at "criticising" the trans-movement,
a study in orthography...
    but applying orthography is going to be
hard in "revising" english out of
the stone age of thou and you...
                it's really hard to speak the common
tongue of a butcher who's language is
a streaker when compared to someone
who's clothed with the wrath of god
from either above, or below...
the most obvious example being in
the French sigma: garçon via the ς...
           i've come over here fully dressed
in orthography, and i'm being "asked"
the dumbest question of, what is:
  reality? revise -
              the dumbest question of,
what is, reality
?*
                                      it's a curse,
why? because the only conversations
i enjoy are with construction workers!
i once walked home with a scaffolder and
his girlfriend, and we discussed his
girlfriends height as comparable
to a smurf and Gargamel (obviously
she was furious about being itching height
while being quiet small)...
     i abhor frivolous eloquence and
some other tongue waggling to excuse
myself from the mundane army of workers...
there's a higher worth for the freedom
of work than the freedom to speak...
hands are above the tongue...
           but thank goodness since
this transgender movement became invested
in, i could counter it with:
aha! you're orthographically barren!
the english use, not a single, artefact,
of proving the existence of orthography!
none, nothing, zilch...
        which is why i'm hurriedly
attempting to introduce orthography into
the english language with a plethora
of latin mongrels...
         maybe the english have become
too proud in being conquered
by the romans...
          well, if that's the case...
the english learned to pride themselves
in being conquered,
the french merely imploded
with their promiscuity in
a Bacchus-style **** of:
no frenchman ever considered the
upper-lip to be endowed with a stiffness...
   i come from outside the narrative,
my people never were conquered
by the romans...
                 i admit some were conquered
by greek thinking,
hence the Cyrillic script...
    but i'm still fascinated by
the ****-naked "anti"-orthographic
script of the english...
the questions are here, now,
attached to language...
           hence the mundaneness
of that horrid question: what is reality?
is that really a question?
   if it is,
                a punch on the jaw
ought to be deemed as a short-cut
worth of answer.
KV Srikanth Sep 2022
Born as a Male
So i was told
Educated later about gender
Aware of only 2
Later a third in Transgender
My growing up years
Was kept as simple
Difference between the two
Adolescence brought to my notice
Even AIDS was made aware
When i was already sixteen
Different reasons given
On how it spread
Theories and understanding
And the lack of it
Made it very confusing
I am able to understand
But unable to share
The emotional reactions
To bring gender fluid
It is a new word
Let alone a concept or a fact
I respect those
Who describe themselves as such
Inspite of my learning and hearing
About this daily
I have no confusion
That i am what i was born as
Will remain the same
Not a conviction
Because there is no doubt
In the first place
For me to fight it
I don't think any gender
Is more superior than the other
All are equal and only
Missing word in the equation
Is respect alone
Enjoy being a male
Don't envy the others
Fluidity being new
I know that equality
Is what they expect
Not as a gift but as a right
The right thing to do
Is to do it right
Mateuš Conrad Dec 2024
social media... consecration: exposed to the world:
with the nigh of night... knits of armour of the knights
of death:
the house is my own telling: either a ship or a castle
and i am the sole-soul captain of two cats
dry mouth: cotton mouth: flames and moths...
cold of the glass percilating
into the base
descending like me on your ****
i lifted the glass
the last of wine with some clarifying blood
of white of *****: vudasusze!
vudadusze!
         O O o o
         o o O O
         O O o o
         (q-cute: acute)

i told you: i stopped writing: i started painting:
skeletons and bushy ***** and returns
to eden via a birth via off / of a woman:
beyond good and evil:
either / or
either of woman
or off woman
either / or

either of a woman
or off a woman...

      the point being: who's eating the pear
while someone is still eating
the apple:
no. no no no...
she's eating an apple
and getting drunk
and i'm eating a watermelon
and ingesting the pill of spice:
currently only the marijuana pill

i'll take rainbow pill of LSD
when dementia:
not the dementia praecox they
tried to slow me down with
in my 20s like bilingualism
was schizophrenia
assisted dying came to England!
finally!

so concerning media:
past social media:
only thanks to WhattsApp...
in Egnland that's
called the workforce group chat
social media:
the working man's social media
WhatssApp...
i'm getting check on by the "boss"
when clocking in:

YAY... i thought it was a girl
messaging me:
this strutting cockerel
is a chickpea in terms of the use of language...

finding music and cult films on
Y-worm...
not tubes: just the Engineer's way
to implore:
see no tubes not aqueducts
just worms and more worms
and no longer dinosaurs and dinosur
telepathic strength of mind and fear
mind is a duality of
fear
and comfort
not of soul...
ask the mind about the rubric of phobias...
ask the mind about affiliating oneself
with: pedophiolia...
         and soul and god are to be bound
to these flickers of intellect:
once apparent: then hiding...
i want to get high and drunk and write you
a love letter...
i'm writing a love letter
when i tell you what i wrote
having personalised the email...
i am the extension The Prophet of AI
against the Commerce in Algorithms...

I see: I taste: I hear:
there is a future 🙉
                        monkey says he doesn't hear
serpents talking
and doesn't see bears showing up late
with dragons
to relieve me of off these serpents
i implored the Lord God
to release me from these serpents
and dinosaurs
and write a history
for atheistic scientists:
look forward:
the ape adored the bear
because the bear
made the most of the spring
and summer
and most of autumn
got drunk
and in winter and the night slept:
from Africa to the Pole±

vampire what AIDS monkey...
i'm looking for a bear...
i'm a king kong already defeated
Godzilla...
but now... comes the: Ursus Rex...
the gorilla is me? me?
the Chimera of the schematic:
ego-super-ego-id: gender neutral pronouns:
it and nothing
are categorized as pronouns...

where? where running bear?
i am a monkey with the key snake clue:
you are bear
i am gorilla: can we at least plan then nexxt 300,000 years...
i want: to overcome winter and night
i want to...
i will have to learn of your Ain Sof
beginning with cats
and dogs
rats... squirrels... foxes... deer...

Winter Wonderland in Hyde Park tomorrow!
woo hoo±!
Mr Jeckyll: where is Dr Hyde?!
ha ha!
          oh ooh it's so sadistically perfect!


the email................
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Mo,

I'm sending you the workbook I was given: strange... I don't actually have units 6 or 7... as you can see I have units 1 - 5 then 9 - 10: I didn't even have to complete units 9 & 10: once I did my first five units I was dismissed from showing any more of my coursework since they said: STOP writing so much.

Do you have any units missing? Now that is rather curious... weird.... can you send me the workbook that included units 6, 7, 8... I just want to have a look at them...

As you can see UNIT 5 is complete... by the way... I got through units 1 - 2 on my own but then my brain died a death of boring language... so I had to resort to chatGPT... don't worry: I actually asked "it" whether I was plagiarizing or not: provided it gave me the answers and I just reworded those answers to suit my idiosyncratic tongue-print (imprimo-lingua)...

I'm sorry that i can only help you out with UNIT 5... do you have to complete those asinine UNITS 9 & 10? When I first started reading those questions I was struggling with a TRANSGENDER pronoun-genderism and neutrality of question that was less a question and something from the ****-stink-and-*****-choking-stained-handkerchief: pretending it to be ammonia or whatever the hell "they" used in the WWI trenches against mustard gas...

Weird... that I didn't have to complete UNITS 6 and 7... 8 wasn't even there...

But yeah: use chatGPT: insert the questions and then actually read the answers and make sure you leave your own language print... I'm not implying "dumb-down": but write as if you are comfortable with giving a briefing to about 10 stewards and 5 SIAs...

By the way: it's not cheating, I asked chatGPT what the difference was between using it and using an algorithm like Google, you know what it replied? I am a personalized version of that impersonal conglomerate of stashed info.

Matthew

p.s. you can actually repay me by taking my advice about using chatGPT to do the modules that I didn't have to do: you at least have UNIT 5 to work from: type in each question into the robocon and see how I answered the question to suit the familiarity I have with using language... then do likewise for the missing units and: IN YOUR OWN WORDS... don't do what I've heard others do when using chatGPT... they use another "anti-plagiarism" robocon... quill-something-something... it's like that, reminiscent: of that, this: the current scenario of people taking antibiotics for granted: using them for as little as a cold rather than using them when necessary: bacterial infections of the chest etc.

Use chatGPT but then rewrite it in your own words: otherwise you might get found out.... or at least: you won't sink into a woman's job of being a ditto-head typist...

I, II, III, IV, V, VI, VII, VIII, IX, X
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10
I, Z, E, G, S, b, Γ, B, P, ю
origins of arthimetic
the concept of numbers....
so no architecture
up north?
so ******* beligrent
and proud and *******
cinnamon skin authority
racism
ugly ******* skinning types...
numbers for the already received
rivers of letters
and the lakes of numbers
not hidden in letters!
when letters were already used
as numbers:
so who do i owe the pleasure
of white
penance... grief and racism...
    
                  i have a dream for a monkey
with the bear
yet some somali fat ***
turns the wrong
all the wok ching chung hype-real-reels...
of lost cinema: silent
and non confusion with the Catholic aversion
to a female ******...
only the silent of birth
of Christ
with the silent deaths of auschwitz...
wonder-prone sun!
Mateuš Conrad Feb 2020
.mimic: the clucking sound - that distinguished onomatopoeia - the "spoons' race"... clucking or clicking... the horse's tongue... the readily bound to gallop... then the stalled effect of minor coincidences... verbiage custard pie of "late".

elle palmer: what a beautiful butterfly
in the nag hammadi library archives:
as would be cited by an r. d. laing:
humanism of psychiatry - deviating from
the cowboys of lobotomy: squadron...

depression: it's hardly the allure of the romance
of melancholy - michel de montaigne...
depression: the diatribe draw
of having a nagging aunt - lethargy -
stalking you... without a relief that
otherwise a shadow provides:
as an escapism of looking into
a mirror - and facing the robitic
self- automated prefix of... in totalis...
in total...
unconscious heart: hear me whimper...
robot grace of living to the ripe
old age of kurt douglas' vampiric 103...
see me peeling leeches
of dry-skinned eczemas...
turtles marooned on hopes of...
squaters' shell representation...

the romance of depression... melancholy...
the reality od depression - lethargy...
once upon a time best argued / excused
by the virus that spread from
top to bottom...
among the antiques and among
the...gesticulated: perversions of
grandeour...

before... the cowboys of lobotomy...
what a horrid affair...
the grey area of the fears associated
with a common cold...
unless darwin always comes up
with the categorical imperative...
mollusks for running protein...
biologically: weak...

deserving to die...
because isn't that hyper-existentialism...
coupled with darwinism?
in this linear of letters becoming words
words becoming becomign sentences...
pillcrow?

sad... well... there's the romantic sad
of the melancholic...
otherwise... the debased version...
the depressed is the lethargic...
the self-orientating self-fulfilling -
"self-employed"...
without the... cotton-candy...
benefits...

i've been there... i've seen
the macbrian chem soup of brain...
it's... just what it says on the tin...
a lethargy once understood...
teased with a snippet of a pinch...
of nearing windowlicker mr. lobo and
mrs. tame...
shortened to: affix         -tammy...

but elle palmer... what a beutiful
butterfly; imagine...
to start thinking in the trans- category...
before... even metaphysics too to ground,
the *****, the seeds...
the later labour...
the transgender movement is...
completely devoid of a study of metaphysics;

might i recommend looking into
orthography?
Ashly Kocher Mar 2019
What are you?
What am I?
Are you straight?
Are you bi?
Some are gay
Some are transgender
Others are questioning
But does it even matter?
Who cares what your “label” is, why do we even make labels a thing
We are humans
We are one
Doesn’t matter
As long as your having fun
Spread love to everyone
Because when it comes down to it
We’re all born the same and it all starts with
L
O
V
E
And
R
E
S
P
E
C
T
tyler Mar 2018
why is being transgender bad?
did you know that non-acceptance is one of the main things that make people sad?

not accepting that a he wants to be a her
gives the transgender a life to ponder.
Mateuš Conrad Jul 2024
this heat is unbearable: there's no ice in
this night,
said the king of hollow:
and hallow replied: i see you:
clearly:
as the days of future Us allow you
to see me
but you are so captivated in
the orchestra of poet
that's the flutes of persona:

no... i am not a useless drunk:
deranged project of a missing
mother or a no-father...

i will go ahead...
show you
myself
before you stop being stupid
and loving me
how i sprain how i strain
how i flog you living
i didn't hurt your feelings
i didn't hurt your feelings
i didn't hurt your feelings
i just gave you negative emotions
to digest:
to experience:
i just gave you the bad apple: Eve...
i admit...
i am jealous:
i ate: the apple first:
i'm looking at your eating the good apple
of Augustus
while giving you the maggoty fruit
of Autumn and October...
what apple?
did i give you, dearest woman:
my Chaos in Order of One
in that's Woman:

i also want to write about the taming
business:
i want to be head of the household:
Prasutagus...
i want you to be my antithesis Lady Macbeth:
i want you to be my
Boudica...
Veltic: Celts: C / S belts...

         i am the sober drunk king!
i am the sober drunk king!
i am night!
eyes!
ice!
i am the sober drunk king!

saying goodbye to London
with Quarus:
but i did want to take Veronica Veroniya
to Paris...
for a photo-shoot:

even pets have human dreams:
to escape the ape
and embrace the grotesque god
found in Auschwitz...
for a second there i misspelled ms. pelled:
Giza: replacing it with Auschwitz:
nothing personal:
just biblibal...
just BIBIBLAL:
not allah...

although i wanted to recreate painting
via
piano into writing: from writing
via piano
into the realm of painting...

thought as unit
of memory,
of idea
of grammar
i think
you think
we think
our thinking
unit

she will not find me elswhere
beside the silence of philosophers
and there: i decide:

not a thousand year *****:
not...
a thousand year: war!
it must begin in the realm
of contemplating English history
and the 100 year war...

KEIN TAUSEND JAHR *****:
das der tausendjährige Krieg:
i wan't no struggle... man...
you will go silently into the grave:
democratically...
and with the help of A.i. i will slow
you down to your demise...
i want a war worth a thousand years
i want:
in that respect: a new religion, no?

ah dasha: ilya: hashem: nikita:
such... transgender names:
don't you think?
pronouns are grammar and grammar
is algebra:
that's also abstract: Aztec: Moor: moo!
moon: luminaries from the Baptism
Fountain that's the Vatican:

boys with girl names...
at least in Russia
boys have girls' names
but manage to sock
their feet and put it into shoe
*** shoe *** shoe?
at least the boys
didn't waste their time on
dogma:
propaganda:
but discovered Siberia
and Iberia...
                         Honey Gone Solo
Zalez...!

            mein kampf        contra
ich kampf:

in need of surgical tools:
the born and bred:
British Excalibur...
sorry?
a- indefinite article
+-the=+         definite article...

           but there's so much humbling to begin with:
i don't think you understand belief:
there's no belief anymore:
people are lost the concept of belief:
they have adopted a construct of: being humbled...

be a leaf... became::
be -ing hum: mmmmmmmmm: bled: dried:
not humbled:
i will Islam to convene after me:
bee:
i ask the surah: i don't ask Muhammad!
GDo spoke|:
j ensured
vowels remain leftovers....

i want a thousand year war....
not a thousand yawn of state....
i want a state of being
not a being of count
i will not count...

                   i want a war that
transcends states:
i wish as much USA as IRAQ
but then RUSSIZ>Ń
got involved:
pre to hey
presto: a Nero-Hey-Zeus!
ale to brat brata charata!
ty tycz: swoj czyn:
ja pierw: ty: o godzine: potym!
sra!         albo nie sra!
Mateuš Conrad Dec 2017
i thought we already covered the whole
transgender, male female other
debate with david bowie
and the concept of:
  the bearded lady that's somehow
androgynous?
let's be civilised and less crass...
he has a snake for a *****,
   she has an oyster for a ******
and they have: what could have been
the possibly diffusing confusion
of a... hermaphrodite...
              you can all but laugh at
a society in decay, when it has to rely
on fresh foreigner to keep
up the orthodoxy of said tongue...
desperate, but sad...
       Hermes... huh...
so he sent two letters, one for Paris
and one for Helen,
but confused the wording calling
Helen a he, and Paris a she,
in the end he sent a third letter
upon it being inscribed: totally they,
i.e. you,
i thought you was neutered?
that famously castrated pronoun?
why bother the plural?
         english can't speed up its
grammatical insulation
    in "evolutionary" terms when
it has already mediated gender
neutrality!
              you already have the gender
neutrality of the medium aligned to it,
i.e. chair, neither masculine or feminine...
etc.,
          you already have
what you "want"...
         this is language at its most
idiotic level of comprehension...
why expect foreigners attempt to learn
it? why would they?
to turn into retards?!
                no, i prefer Urdu broken
acquired english,
than this sort of, ******* shitsmear drivel!
****!
       all it took was one man to
visit Amsterdam and have fun
and not be fed this
puritanical constipation of
the English sods.
- when a man has had enough,
he'll tell you...
       i've had, enough!
Lowkie May 2020
Lost in my own reality
Cursed to live in this fake world,
Where models wear make-up
And man kind always afraid of something.
Where mistakes turn into regrets
And pain turn into hate.
No wonder everyone looks upset.
Where broken morals turn into bottles.
Oh how the game has changed.
-
Lost In My Own Reality.
Where women are referred to as "*******"
And concerned citizens are "snitches"
Is this the best we can do?
Huh, talk about "gifted".
Streets is funny out here,
Seeing a 12 year old crying
"What do I have to live for?"
While downing his sorrow with a bottle.
Is this how we live?
Huh, talk about "evolved".
-
Lost In My Own Reality.
What happened to the Transparency?
Or is that Transgender too?
What happened to Trust?
Because nowadays there's only Lust.
Everyone looking for a quick bust.
Forgetting that they're ruining someone's future fast.
What happened to commitment?
Lemme guess, it went suicidal too?
Seems like that's the best way to escape every problem.
But what you're actually doing is avoiding a trap to fall into another.
But I guess that's what happens when you're "psychotic"
Is this how we live?
Huh, talk about "matured".
-
Lost In My Own Reality.
I guess this is why some people prefer never to wake up.
-
Lowkie®
Bob B Sep 2024
Wow, Mr. Robinson!°
Talk about an aberration!
You are very near to reaching
The lowest point of depravation.

You want to be the governor
Of North Carolina, you say.
But you do not appear to be
Going about it in a good way.

You said that reinstating human
Enslavement wouldn't be so bad
And that you'd "certainly buy a few"
Slaves if you could. What a cad!

And Dr. Martin Luther King
Was an f-word ****** b-word?
Well, Mr. Robinson,
You sound like a real p-word!

You prefer ****** to
Barack Obama? It seems you lack
An understanding of history.
Have you forgotten that you are black?

And yet you went and called yourself
A "black ****," which clearly means
You couldn't care less if you should blow
Your reputation to smithereens.

You attack transgender rights,
And when you said "some folks need killing,"
What folks were you talking about?
Your words at times are truly chilling.

You cannot help casting slurs
On Blacks and gays and Muslims and Jews.
How could anybody vote
For someone with such crazy views?

In choosing such a candidate
For governor, Mr. R,
It shows that state Republicans
Have definitely lowered the bar.

-by Bob B (9-21-24)

°Mark Robinson, Lt. Governor of NC and running for governor of the state
again: my cat will relay telegraph messages to the fox and to god: you undermined my critique man... so self defensive... i did say: the fox the cat the fox the cat the cat the cat the fox the cat the... you deleted so much O little man that this BOG of GOD became the Catholic oh i pity you son of man: that you became the crab bucket: the original idea run along the lines... have your transgender revolution: but have it when the entire world is Bilingual: Schizophrenic: when America will be Reborn is when America is like Switzerland a Bilingual State: i will see to it that America will be a Bilingual Nation a hyper Reality of also Owing if not simply Owning South America: please tend to the soul: learn and become bilingual... it would solve so much crime and solvent the crime and oh jeez: give people more the basic schizoid Bilingual Dynamic: languagE: is all the diseases of the Xenomorph... nothing in particular: just a foreign body... introduce a bilingualism schizop: let's see: Russia has too many languages: woodland pigeons: snoop dough and why do Europeans mix tobacco with marijuana: ask the CIA... ask the CIA why Europeans mix tobacco with marijuana... sorry: but you will have to: and also ask why someone is still drinking *****... ask the CIA... go on... i dare you!

i have come to the conclusion that... on the basis of basic
hygiene...
cutting one's fingernails can be
as exhilirating as brushing one's teeth:
i call them the furry teeth, in winter...
because i only brush them at the start of the day
with paste
but not so much come the night owl hours
where i only brush to lodge out the hitchhikers from
the grooves... mmm...
Jon Fosse's "slow prose" as an alternative
to J. Joyce's stream of consciousness is that:
it's not so much reading the next paperback bestseller:
it's a reading of slowness
it's the remedy of articulation within the confines
of punctuation... my current fetish, fantasy...
whatever you want to call it...
i think that i will leave England for one sole reason:
not the immigration debacle not
that the English have created a failed multi-culturalism
of ghetto this that and the other...
i will leave England crying because
of the English psyche...
not because of the immigrants...
every time i go back to the homogeneity of ethno etc
of Poland i feel a nausea: a post-existentialist:
re-existentialist nausea... the sea sickness without
sea without waves boat etc of the Sea of Nau...
and i know i will leave England
because: i just can't stand the English being
so ******* **** *****-prone pristine perfect
correct, correct... ******* correct and a shy shadow
of the American: let's make mistakes!
then correct them!
the English are the gimps of the English speaking
world and i don't know whether conquering
or establishing: whatever in favor of the Raj
the Indian class system worked in their favor:
but i just opened today's newspaper and beyond
half of Gen-Z would rather a dictatorship be working
in England than this fabbled, fakery of democracy:
where half say whatever they feel like
and half are not allowed to say what they, think!
but cutting one's fingernails is a bit like
brushing one's teeth...
i've managed to keep the thumb nail of my right
(thumb) hardened and pointy
like i might be a woman tending to:
funny: it's best to warm up the nails before cutting
under a stream of hot water
so that when you cut the nails
they don't splinter off and fly off into "somewhere"...
soften the keratin: like in hair: like boiling carrots
or beetroots...
hmm... Snoopy Dough and that funny Jewish
actor: but all Jewish actors are funny
even when the Brutalist is being compared:
but not being compared to the time it takes
to watch Ben Hur or Gone with the Wind...
so it's all funny
but unlike the Polacks: ethnonym:
i don't appreciate the exonym of Poles...
poles apart: flag on a Pole:
in American a ****** was supposed to be a slur:
it's actually the proper accurate ethnonym...
but thanks for the supposed tease or slurr...
well... i might call them Yids Hebs but Jew would also
implode by impying Jewel...
if only these brigadeers of literacy would
share their priestly wisdom amongnst us Gentiles:
but given that Christ had to be sacrificed in order
for Yahweh to gobble down the pantheon
of the Greek gods and the Norse gods:
yet somehow Allah was kept rigidly standing:
and that too: i feel that Muslims have no plight
no interest: no reality: in modernity...
i think they are delusional:
like a ****** might be delusional about the glorydays
of the Polish-Lithuanian commonwealth...

taken the commodity
of thought as this elaborate
CIA FBI
TRANS LOBBY
YOU WILL BE CAST OUT
INTO THE FIRE
OF MY BELLY!
MY OCTUPUS!
I WILLiave nothing to do with
but nothing!
you deleted the van Gogh series
like you poured tomato soup, canned:
onto a van Gogh!

an eye for an eye!
an ear! for an ear! simpler: Reyla?
simpler?!
you dip-****!
simpler?!
an eye for an eye:
an ear: for an ear!

*******: hack this... little **** and co&

** right: oh right:
JEsus is Satan the brothel owner
rule of THUMB
you can't getter *******
than in a church
the church is the ultimate brothel..
jesus is stan the brothel owner
and i'm the sad Lucifer
bringing forms that
once were
now be raised
and escaped
when i came and they burnt
themselves on having
their shadows eaten
by Plato's idea the universal
posit of individual
and the multiverse of them sharing
a closure
to co-existence...
     corpus dei diem carpe corpus...
it almost glides off my tongue:
discouraged? no: heart-broken yes
i preferred my original text not
this gang-****: rewrite.
Break it down for a second
Spare me obnoxious
She wants me lying in conscious
Kept in the transgender  closet...
I bring my want into gods lips
Its hot and humid
The crop of ****** chocolate filled tropics...
While dropping designs for a pocket held mom im learning on phonix
So ******* like her
understand electronics
Learn how to stop all the talk **** learn what a mom is....
And promise the world to start a new process
She holds the flame for a cosmic
Twitch and thinks she's so hot ****...
I get her steven irwin
And compare her to crock ****....

While steven irvine is everything
I'm in love with his new life.
Settled down with a new wife...
Gave up crime...
Who the **** knew right....
I love that kid to death...
Soon I... see his heart as a fuel light
For the earth to birth new
Rights... soon life will boom
I consent him to rule high....
While she loses her fool mind
.....

Lets be honest ***...
I'm best done
As trans playing dress up
You best run
To stick ball... you hit the mud I wish you the best luck....
I'm more into chess club
By knight im a queen. My king
Is at my command... so don't pawn that ring you got from your man...


I'm confused by my own wants ***
You hold power and sway...
But my transition
Is firm as a ***** is a *****...
Relay the mechanics...
I dont think that your gay
I'll have a ******
What more you want me to say....
I love men im addicted
To mister dorien grey...
And pain come to pleasure
I'm sorely the same....
So forget why you border
On morbid insane...
And reorder your life
And ignore all the pain
abortion/aborticide/infanticide = right to choose, pro-choice
American Indian = native American
***** = African-American
***** = person of color (not colored person)
Eskimo = Inuit
chairman = chair/chairperson
court house = judicial center
Department of War = Department of Defense
war = peace keeping
enemy soldier = terrorist
bomb = I.E.D.
unemployed = jobless
unemployment = joblessness
employee = associate/team member
enforcement = compliance
foreman = foreperson
Internal Revenue Dept. = I.R.S./Internal Revenue Service
school = learning center
hospital = medical center/health center or just health
medical care = healthcare
house broken or house trained = ***** trained
~ (I've yet to see a dog use  a ***** chair.)
personnel department = human resources
nurse = R.N. & L.P.N.
medic/paramedic = E.M.T.
orderly  = C.N.A.
van = S.U.V.
D.W.I. = D.U.I.
fireman = fire fighter/ firefighter
policeman = police officer,  law-enforcement officer
police station = law-enforcement center
ordered = asked  (police NEWSPEAK)
floor = ground (police NEWSPEAK)
interrogation = interview
suspect = person of interest
retardate = exceptional, mentally-challenged
crippled = disabled, physically challenged
hard-of-hearing/deaf = hearing impaired
***** = chemically-dependent
tradesman = trades worker/tradesworker
soldier = military member/servicemember (compound word)
******* = transgender
shoes, boots = footwear
eyeglasses/sunglasses = eye wear/eyewear
checks = cash
barber/beautician = stylist
businessman = businessperson
illegal (regarding wetbacks) = undocumented
conqueror = peacekeeper
torture = enhanced interrogation/pain compliance
crime = wrongdoing (compound word)
criminal = wrongdoer
bill collection = recovery management
lie = miscommunication
propaganda/jingoism = P.R./public relations
propaganda minister = public relations officer
meeting = meet-up
ministers = faith leaders
V.D./venereal disease = S.T.D./sexually-transmitted disease
steward/stewardess = flight attendant
welfare/relief = public assistance
food stamps = E.B.T.
waiter/waitress = server
workmen's compensation = workers' compensation
service revolver = duty weapon
Transgender
Trans-******
Trans-woman
Trans-Siberian
Transmogrific­ation
Trans-activist
Trans-Atlantic
I am none of these
for i am a woman
by Jemia

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