Giannis Antetokounmpo
Drinks Ouzo
In his Greek Freak
Pumpkin Spiced Latte

The grande size is
$5.25 USD
Salary of Giannis Antetokounmpo
$24.16 million USD Per year

One USD per meal (Meal Math)
$24.16 million USD feeds
1,655 families of four
per year

GO BUCKS GO!

It's brought to the HP fraternity's kind notice that some scammers are active here and are sending spam messages that bear phishers' look. The following message was received by my account (please ignore the awful grammar usage by this person):

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linda ahmed   6 minutes ago
Hello dear ,

With profound respect and humble submission , I beg , the following few lines for your kind consideration to give , I hope you will find some of your valuable minutes to read the following appeal with sympathetic mind. I must confess that it comes with great hopes , joy and enthusiasm that I am writing this email which I know and believe by faith that you need to find in a good state of health certainly , My name is Miss Linda Ahmed, I am the only daughter of my late parents Mr.and Mrs Ali Ahmed,

My father died a few months ago and left me the only daughter behind, he died in heart attack because of killing innocent people in my country Cote d' Ivoire crisis .. Though his sudden death was linked or rather suspected by an uncle of mine who was with him at that time was to be leading . But God knows the truth ! My mother died when I was just 6yrs old, and since then my father took me so special .

Before the death of my father , he called me and informed me that he he deposited the sum of $ 6,500,000.00 USD in a bank here Abidjan Cote D ' Ivoire. He told me that he deposited the money in my name, and also gave me all the necessary legal documents regarding this deposit at the bank.
I am only 20 years old and a university student and really do not know what to do . Now I want an honest and God fearing partner overseas who I can transfer this money with his assistance and after the transaction I will come and reside permanently in your country till such a time that it is convinient for me to return home , if I so desire. This is because I have suffered a lot of setbacks as a result of President incessant political crisis in our country Ivory Coast.

The death of my father actually brought sorrow , my life. I want to invest the fund under your care because I know nothing of economy. I am in a sincere desire of the humble assistance in this regard. Your suggestions and ideas will be highly regarded. Now allow me to ask these few questions:
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Second Can I completely trust you?
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Please consider this and reply me on my private e -mail as soon as possible ( lindaahmed503@yahoo.com ) immedaitely i confirm your willingness , by e -mail, I will send to you my picture and also inform you more details involved in this matter.
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Sincerely,
Miss Linda Ahmed

it was a picture i didn't want,
that is what she gave and that is what i got

the scared children huddled together
in the middle of the shabby bridge
as the angel hovered wingedly behind them

a forever that comes stuck just in time
dressed in white and angel abright


it is all so suspended
implying they cross
and safely cross

well in that one way it's just so sad
that hell is real
and time so irreversible

and in another way it's just the way it has to be
when i see you from the ugly side
and i see you so uglified on the ugly side

getting excited at $40 CAD profit on a baseball card trade
a 5% gross profit $CAD
not so much now

you're just something
gathered in bits and pieces
by stray gleaners in strawless fields of straw
that or the unnecessity on the otherwise empty shelf

the events of the day are so embarrassing these days
some man in a wheelchair in the middle of the safeway parking lot
smelling up the hot sun,
stuck in the middle of the safeway parking lot,
he says, "yes, he needs help" when asked,
"he needs to be wheeled to the shade", he softly moans

but he does all the heavy wheeling as I push
when he gasps for spare change, he will get the $5 USD,
then leave his uneaten take out that someone else he met in the parking lot bought him.
he will keep the $5 USD.

stinking in the hot sun
looked as if he had been good looking once
making his money in the parking lot

Excited to make the $40 CAD,
not at all net of any uncharged packaging, shipping
or taxes,
Excited to make the $40 CAD
can always be counted to be

comfortable with trudeau,
uncomfortable with anyone vocal about their discomfort with trudeau

and to know the correct placement of commas, semicolons, and periods
never using the exclamation point
or regarding unhappiness,
other than his own

but we can't recross the creaky bridge
or get the $5 USD back
or ever care about $40 CAD
we can't uncross the creaky bridge

as sad as it is
that is the way hell has to be
the way you have to be

A  guy wakes up one morning and decides he wants to be immortal.
He’s healthy, well to do, reasonably handsome and extremely unsatisfied.
Thru Insta, Tiktok, Facebook and a chain smoking friend he learns of a firm offering immortality.
Welcome, says the Immortician, you’re at the right place.
My TomTom told me so too.
How does this work and how much does it cost?
There are three stages, each increasing in intensity and in costs.
First stage amounts to 1499 USD.
This is rekindling your lusts.
How do I do that?
Unfortunately, our method leaves you entirely to your own devices.
See you in three weeks.

After three weeks.
Welcome, says the Immortician, what did you experience?
Well, I pursued many a lust, but that resulted in osteoarthritis of the hip.
Excellent. Now for the second stage.
Your imagination needs to run away with you.
How?
Unfortunately our method leaves it entirely up to your own fantasy.
And the costs?
3000 USD.
Can I pay by installment?
Naturally, the term is infinite.
By the way, the guy says, you yourself look younger than three weeks ago.
Your efforts are our gain.
See you in three weeks.

After three weeks.
Welcome, says the Immortician, how was the run?
Well, my imagination is in overdrive, no sensible thought in my head, but I did develop a migraine.
Excellent. Now for the last stage. You need to become a child again.
I won’t ask how.
No, the child in you will show you the way.
And the costs are?
6000 USD.
Drop dead, the guy says, you’ve become even younger.
So you’re saying you’re showing me what’s in store for me?
This is reversed obsolescence.
See you in three weeks.

After three weeks.
Welcome, says the Immortician, how did it play out?
Well, I whimpered, snacked and shrieked to my heart’s delight,
but after climbing a tree I ended up in IC with a heart attack.
Excellent, you’re dead right on track.
However, we strongly recommend a follow-up.
Costing?
10000 USD.
Hey, you’re getting younger again.
I suggest you pay me!
And the guy grabs the Immortician by the throat and strangles her.
After which he drops dead with a humongous *******.

Detective: We suspect a love making that got out of hand.

A grand dinner at Park Royale
Mingling with the aristocrats
the celebs and the royals
was introduced to a goldsmith
showing off her 24.4USD
fancy bue grey diamond ring..
she mentioned her name
gave a card written Jacob & Co
i am impressed same time i felt too small
when she asked me what I did for a living..
Unsure whether to be proud or shy...
told her i am simply a wordsmith
i write words of love and of virtues
Astonished.... she looked at me... amused and confused
WORDSMITH? She asked for my business card but i gave her this site
http://hellopoetry.com/write/poem/
she rolled her pretty eyes again
her diamonds shine...
my shy eyes met  her questioning eyes...
and I slowly bowed and said...
"if you can't find me anywhere"
you shall meet my words
even if I die today or tomorrow
my poetry remains....
i am a wordsmith forever i shall be
the gold is in my words the carat 30.11
is me.
no profit will it make understand the
written word.
your ring will be forgotten in the years to come
my words will still be read ,the perfect word
will never die

So after a little research (It's that thing you do to validate information shared with you instead of taking the word of a ****** meme) I have come upon some interesting information.
Let's start with religion and capitalism.
This time I'm going to leave the Catholics alone. Let's go with Scientology. I think we can all agree if they're right about everything we'll collectively eat our ******* hats.
The Scientologist won the right of tax exemption in 1993. They hold roughly 1.5 billion usd in real estate. Now with a nationwide average of property tax falling at 1.45%. I did the math for you cause I know how lazy y'all are. That comes out to a loss of over 200 million dollars annually to the rest of us.
That's just one religion of the dozens that enjoy tax exemption. I'm not going to bother griping about the NRA (non-profit tax exempt status), Planned Parenthood, or the fact that in NYC sliced bagels are taxed and whole bagels aren't (true).

Let's move on to capitalism. That delightful dinosaur of an ideology  on whose tail we desperately try to grab onto to keep from being **** on. Oh sure it's all well and good when mom and dad want to open a little store in their neighborhood. Perhaps they want to build something for their childrens future. Or maybe the guy just wanted to sponsor a softball team while making it easier for that ******* down the street to get her ****** Tang every week.
Up, look out, stand aside. Here comes WalMart. 76 billion in undisclosed overseas tax havens. They've done nothing legally wrong. Their army of lawyers can assure you of that. Regardless, mom now works for WalMart, the little store is closed, and dad is a raging alcoholic with rage issues.

My point? If it weren't for these ridiculous loopholes in our tax laws, the ****** lobbyist (why do we continue to allow this practice?), and us as a nation. Maybe we could hire more cops, build more schools than prisons, parks, playgrounds, free education, cheaper healthcare, cheaper prescriptions (prescription drug companies are hiding 2.1 trillion alone overseas). We ourselves are as guilty as anyone else. We pay no attention to what our leaders do once elected. Oh sure you're bound to run into some idiot wanting to blame the president be who it may. As if he just sits there day and night coming up with new laws.
But no. You know what. You all keep focusing on a guy who doesn't want to stand for the ****** anthem. because obviously that's the real problem.

Old MacDonald had a farm
A very pretty wife too
They had 20 kids
Cows, chickens and ducks quite a few.

Old MacDonald no longer has a farm
He has donated it to charity
Yesterday he won the US Powerball
Total prize of USD 500 million-biggest in US history.

I will award one poet with $50 USD via moneygram, paypal, donation to charity of your choice, or any other safe and secure method.

make me

feel something
know something
try something
hate something
love something
accept something
discover something that i am missing

this is not affiliated with any website or organization, but just $50 of my money that I want to share(i have all i need)

i promise i will try not to be prejudiced in any way, and i ask that anyone enter, no matter education level or any other "levels"...the winner will be decided by what moves me, and will have nothing to do with styles, forms, rhyming, etc

i may ask a few to help me verify certain things and if you would like to help me with this big money contest just msg me here. I may decide on having more winners, but the 50 dollar top prize is for sure(barring i don't die)

You will also win my prestigious Future Poet Award(a piece of paper?) Even if you hate me, you can get my money! Anyone who enters is a winner and i will post poems on my FB poetry page(BIGTIME). Contest ends November !st and payout will be within 10 days after contest ends. This is for real! Don't miss out on MONEY.

no cheating!

people tried to tell me to stay away from you
then i saw the otherside that i never knew
from angel to a devil almost instantly
you showed me your colors i didnt want to see

i wished i had listened to what the people say
wished when i met yoi that i walked away
you made of fool of me.  didnt show regret
turned in to the girl i wished i never met

thought everthing was rumours i didnt listen too
what the people told me everyword was true
till i saw the otherside.  hoped  i would never see
usd me and abused me made a fool of me

i wished i had listened to what the people say
wished when i met yoi that i walked away
you made of fool of me didnt show regret
turned in to the girl i wished i never met

you told me we were over i wont let you go
i love you oh so much more than you will know
i will keep on fighting  i wont give up on you
so we can love again like we used to do..

when i close my eyes you are there with me
very much in love like we used to be
sharing all things when we were as one
wishing you were here so we could carry on

i just want you back no matter what it takes
hold you once again put right my mistakes
if it takes for ever i will fight for you
then we can love. once more like we usd to do

i cant let you go your always on my mind
with a love so strong i cant leave behind
if it takes a lifetime i will wait for you
put the past behind start again a new

i just want you back no matter what it takes
hold you once again put right my mistakes
if it takes for ever i will fight for you
then we can love. once more like we usd to do

Treachery & Fatherhood Of Falsehood the Serpent has been constructing the Perfect Mastermind plan for Millenniums. The Government System keeps us blind to the truth the Mass Media hide in their Masks Of Secrecy & Corrupted Mechanisms Of Mind Control & Mind Manipulation. Injecting you with mindless propaganda and outdated technological advances the Key Players a group of people who rule the World's Monetary & Credit System. A advanced form of modern slavery promising you a tangible piece of paper we call "Money" in exchange for your valued Life-Time. Though never telling you that their true hidden intentions by creating elaborate Companies, Corporations, Incorporations, Private Business Practices that comply with their hidden intentions and covering their perhaps shady Double Infrastructures. The bigger the secret the higher security its guarded with. Within their limitless power and the wider their spectrum creating a Market for a imposed...furthermore; exposed "Gray Area" where this information is totally restricted to only a selected few Man and Woman that run this "Corrupted System Of Law & Order." Symbolism, Cryptology, Hiroaglyphics, Power & Seduction, the Dream Life that only the Ultra Rich Ultra Powerful People enjoy... Making us strive higher try harder work faster and not even get to enjoy Life itself due to the tumultuous hectic agenda this type of people are being led to live. Sacrificing their Lives into this Griveous Trap a Ticking Time Bomb that is why the Billionaires complain of not ever enjoying life like regular and ordinary people. They are missing something exclusively vital for their vitality a Life leaning on being servicial not a tyrant, arrogant and prideful. Instead of focusing on being selfless they are selfish a Man or Woman with this much influence due to their riches can steal the essential importance of being a deep person with roots imbedded and engraved in their heart to not consider themselves higher and more important than the rest of your fellow man and woman. Unfortunately this people are usually greedy and power hungry and want to control everything they get their hands on. No self control wild extravagant riches and power like this come at a high price...a Life consuming unquenchable spendature of USD never being satisfied with nothing hence they don't lack the material things in Life. Nevertheless, they lack true empathy true compassion true generosity true love to an extent due to the fact they have to uphold a reputation a Life and a image that cannot be corrupted or misconstrued. Therefore, so much pressure from Society and other Powerful People with similar lifestyles (sharing the Billionare Status) can become tiring, challenging, confusing and even dangerous. With a extremely busy life people who own 88.9% of the World's Wealth are manipulating and forecasting the Whole Countries Futures in their Confederate Round Tables attributing their opinions and making extremely large donations of money to keep the Political, Judicial, Educational, Environmental, Scientifical, and Medical Mega-Massive branches that are being steared and directed towards more and more "Chaos and Corruption" that is so subtle is impossible for normal or even highly intellectual people fail to see this World we live in is being prepared for a World War III a war of astronomical proportions; and the ones making it possible are this people am describing here. Fact is however this people are Dynasty's of Families that been constructing this and devicing this finale to show that we are ruled by Forces Of Humanity's greatest nature of tend to follow their inner "Darkness" instead of focusing on changing and trying something new becoming a diciplined instructed in the "Light". A Holy War the experts in Theology & Religions call it. Good versus Evil. With Great Power comes Great Responsibility. Demonic Forces are at work so they say and other similar horrors Intra-dimentional beings and Syphs of Infernal Places are among us back then even till now...The Fallen Cherub Samamiel the "Morning Star" before becoming jelaous prideful and arrogant towards his Creator was one of God's Favorite Angels. After being casted out of Heaven in the Second Angelic War...he gained his new name Lucifer. He was casted to the Earth, however he was able to persuade 1/3 of the Heavenly Host to fall along with him. Furthermore, when this happened he lived and formulated plans to enact revenge on God his Son and the Holy Spirit. Since this Fallen Armada of Heavenly Host was casted out of Heaven the perfect equilibrium or balance of power was divided into 3 factions. 33.3% Strongest Angels 33.3% Mediocre to Weak Angels and 33.3% Fallen Angels.

~Angelic Hiearchy~
1.Arch-Angels
2.Cherubs
3.Seraphims
4.Observer-Angels
5­.Guardian-Angels
6.Master-Messenger-Angels
7.Messenger-Angels
~An­gelic Beings~
Dragons
Lions
Eagle-like Creatures
Giant Golems
Celestial Beings
Syphs
Intra-dimentional Beings
~Fallen Angels~
Serpentine Beings
Dragons
Nightmarish Creatures
Incubus
Succubus
Syphs
Intra-dimentional Beings

The Devil (Another common name for Lucifer) the first 4 Millenniums him and his Angels where only allowed to plant device and use human beings in those eras in their Spiritual Form...invisible yet highly cunning, deceptive, persuasive and subtle. This Final Millennium he is here in the Flesh him and all his Angelic Host too...trying to still do what they always have done...Steal, **** and Destroy what God has been able to put up with Humanity's insolence  disobedience and corruption for granting this inherited curse thru "Adam & Eve" nevertheless, Jesus Christ already came and atoned Mankind's sin and culpability. Allowing us to recieve, communicate, interpret, decypher, learn and use the new intermidiator "Christ" to talk to The Father and all his Angelic Beings freely. The meek & humble people of poor upbringing are rich in spirit but poor in material things little do they know they are highly favored by our Creator and the ones who are rich and lack no material things food or drink are poor in spirit due to their negligence towards God hence they have allowed their hearts to become trapped in a World of Fleshly Indulgence. Test the various messages I have talked about in this Blog...we live in the Final Hours to be at last liberated from this World's Death Grip on our Lives once and for all...Although not all Rich people are bad or poor in spirit a few seldomly selected ones have used their wealth wisely to prosper our neighborhoods, lives, create jobs, impose Go-Green Ecological Advancements, and deep down are they themselves are seen with high favor in God's eyesight too.

Final footnote "Remember we cannot change what's written but we can at least help those who are hopeless, lost in a world full of darkness"

-Franko The Christian Poet-

is an American heiress and investor. She is the daughter of Audrey Ruth and Forrest Mars, Sr., and the granddaughter of Frank C. Mars, founders of the American candy company Mars, Incorporated.

Wikipedia
Born: 1939 (age 85 years), United Kingdom
Net worth: 46.8 billion USD (2024) Forbes

to think that life is "here"... "there" to be... ahem...
"enjoyed"... well... no wonder
that the Iberians are full of this shyte...
not ****: shyte...
       life's a given... we're talking about navigating
through a minefield of would be
walking abortions if we check the selective process
these days...
far from it: i'm not going to enjoy myself...
some spinach has passed its best-before-date...
i'll salvage it... cook up some quick spinach +
chick pea curry in a hurry...
once the spinach is cooked: it'll last longer...
some cumin powder, some coriander (powder)...
turmeric... since it does pretty much the same
thing that: enter search... ingredient that
turns rice, yella... oh... it didn't even come up...
search engine my own brain: saffron...
achar masala, just a pinch...
bay leaves, all-spice... cloves, on or two...
cardamom powder... black pepper... salt...
paprika... Kashmiri chilly powder...
     blah blah blah...
come to think of it... i have three real passions in:
this, given, life...
cycling... esp. at night... mid-week...
when the streets are... truly empty...
my god... it's like flying...
cooking... esp. the Indian cuisine...
spices like... a chemistry set...
the buzz you get from cooking up a storm...
nothing compares to it...
even if you're using something as bland
as spinach... one spice goes 'ere...
another v'er... hey presto...
some tomato juice, some coconut milk...
now all you need to finish the dish off is
some coconut milk and... the proper flour
to make your own japati hmm's...
the hmm's part is: so... yet to discover, yeast?!
it's like this basic formula that has
to stretch as far back as Assyria:
flour + water + salt...
dough-making... then exposed to heat...
of a frying pan...
what's flour? good question... i know what wheat
it... i know that paper is a variation
of timber...
are the people who discovered these
things, famous, these days?
the man who discovered beer?
even Plato said: good on him... but what, was,
his, name?!
fame, like memory... what a fickle little creature...
now fame is shovelled en masse over a load
of *******... someone invents a cure
for some algebra "X"...
it doesn't matter... some ******* some *** some
camel-toe will always be more important...
think with your ****... act like a *****...
all these suggestions...
to get the women you need to be an *******...
yeah, sure... but... i don't want to be an *******...
do i need to pursue existential validation
in the medium of: the pursuit of women...
after all... who ends up successfully pursuing
women... despicable creatures with the alias
of man...not that i care...
my fetish for German is perhaps...
no one's fetish at all...
      i'm just tired of hearing about a woman's sexuality...
she gets all the joyride while i get...
what? an urge every half a decade
when my female maine **** raises her ****
insinuating: i want *******
and i go off on a psychotic trip around London
looking for a brothel?!
i'm driven by an IMPULSE...
which is not exactly a SENSE...
i know there are the five senses...
but how many impulses are there...
and if there's to be made a schematic of differentiation
between / among them...
ought they be isolated,
don't they simply congregate when the timing
of some matter is... right / ripe?!

- and let's face it... if i were going to ******* wait...
for a date? payment: upfront...
from all these... hyper-"real" western women...
wait wait... come back...
wait... hyper-"real"... stacks against me...
a diversity "officer" might get paid 300,000 USD
for a year's worth of propaganda spewing...
but a poet, earns... ZILCH?!
i  might drink... but i have a work ethic...
i certainly don't need to accredit some
******* spelling-mistake editor like Bukowski
might have had to...

so... the game's rigged...
here's to all my flavoursome little brothers and sisters
in the universal conundrum
in some... Chinese sweat-shop / salt-mine...
******* sang jazz, ******* sang blues...
******* entertained...
perhaps picked cotton in the fields...
well thank god they didn't work in the metallurgy
industry... thank god they weren't coal-miners...
good god! they might have just been
"over-worked"!

n'ah... leave the Russians and us Polacks to sort of...
break our bones...
make work less an addiction and more a fetish...
masochism... trust the Germanic tribes to make
work an addiction... i like pain...

perhaps my northern "sentimentality"...
i, abhor, the, passions... the "supposed" passions...
of southern Europeans...
they're too influenced by Arabic thinking:
or not-thinking...
i abhor the PIGS: the Portuguese:
starboard: geese! geese! i know... a cheap joke...
the Italians... whatever mafia they're pushing...
priestly or H'Americana Incorporated
******* load of Italian'ah... ******* spaghetti swindlers...
loafers.... Greeks... let's suppose
i can stomach this ******* ethnicity...
i like basic mathematics,
i like philosophy: the basics of enjoying thinking
when no other pleasures are made available...
i abhor the Spanish...

but **** me, the next time a "******" starts singing
about...
"when it snows, my eyes grow larger"...
among the Hyperborean(s)...
**** me... let's try a mammoth-hunting man
singing about macaques monkeys
eating bags of sugar from your hand!
i tolerate you, forget about respect...

i was in Kenya, once, once upon a time...
to be honest? once's enough...
i saw the macaques, the baboon pirate...
agonised by hemorrhoids...
good... pain in the ***: pain for your ***...
serves you right for stealing...

i heard that some wheelchair bound French woman
was "stolen" from a beach in Kenya...
lucky me... i forgot to go to my hotel room...
wept when taking sight of the Indian ocean
crashing against the coast...
had a *****-nilly glass of bourbon in my onion's
worth of hand: onion's worth of mind...
i unpeeled it into some sort variation
of a dream... slept in the wide open... warm
air of the equator...

i was waiting for pirates...
not a lot of birds in Africa... plenty of humanoids...
i'm not going to do a *******
TOTO - Africa sing-along...
i don't want to go back... too hot...
i'm not an Anglo-Saxon... send me to... hmm...
Siberia... i need the cold...
i suffocate in a climate without a ******* season!
with... an equilateral reality of sunrise to sunset...
n'ah... i need! i crave!
winter!
inherently in me... the longest nights come
the wintry months! there's a time & there's a place...
send me to... oh, i'll willingly go...

KAMCHATKA! i'll **** of: immediately...
you will not hear from me again...
i'll do the whole Pontius Pilate scene...
no worry...

here... look at these words...
THE WORLD, SIMPLY, IS...
BUT... H'AMERICA... SOMEHOW...
ALWAYS HAS TO:"HAPPEN"...
resurrect a dying donkey
getting ****** by an elephant?
anglo-sphere right load of... *******...

perhaps i was simply on a hunt for ivory
for the "right" sort of white teeth...
white teeth.. mmm.... like...
stinking socks where never in existence
in Africa... perhaps socks weren't...
but stinking feet?
perhaps the two were never to be combined/....
"liberal" European Elitists (white),

oh  hello!
em...

bye, bye!

1pm
not exactly but approx
circa
i.e. 12:45pm
and i'm kneeling again

to some distant prayer...

surely, if i were an aftternoon
******
if i were truly
a William Burroughs
admirer and
that would be me keeping
art alive
in Tangier
in some Arabian nightmare
some ****
fair enough
but also the thought
of an afternoon
listening to the children playing
in the playground
and life
life goes on

punitive measures
if i were an afternoon
******
oh
right
the reality
need the needle thread of music

just purged
had a chemistry experiment
in body
just purged
purged god i purged
i vomited the poison
out

a sobering purge
a sobering purge like
the purges from
food ******
of echo Rome

but i didn't eat i only
eat one meal a day
that i need to earn
and regardless whether
it's Christmas Lent
or Ramadan

it's the Bruce Springsteen year
in and out
and god i purged
didn't have enough time
to get to the toilet
instead spewed bile
onto the bedroom floor
then mopped it up
then spewed more bile into
the sink

then felt the body
like yesterday i felt
a sharp pain in my tooth
and thus felt the gravity
of bone
of flesh
of corruptibility
of morality
now i'm more sober and emotional
than discontent and
disillusioned half-enmotional
and high or drunk

i still need to buy onions
for the tomato sauce

those meatballs will need mixing
with breadcrumbs
and cumin
and coriander
and that sauce will need to be perfect

yeah
if i'm not tripping i should be tripping
but where did that old man with his
dog disappear to
the one that kept talking to the dog
like the dog could be a chair
because the man just
kept dictating SIT
SIT
I TOLD YOU TWICE
SIT
SIT
           woof! bark bark! woof bark!

then so clued up about being in a queue
that i forgot the thousands
of verbal cues in my head
instead i just heard: BLAH BLAH BLAH

the election cycle is on
in Britain and in America
and the world emerges with another
Russophobia
as if it were an Islamophobia
and who was that Russian
spy-op hacker
youtube influence-R

      the subjectivity of THE experience
with the objectivity of A experience
objective (indefinite) experience
subjective (definite) experience...

      these are my letter to Socrates
asking:
is this how the "problem" of universals
and particulars can be fashioned
to a suitable rubric of explanations
pedagogic?

                the logic of unraveling in and with
children...

       upon hearing my tongue
i heard that some Russian paid people
to storm the pitch
and pay them 30 million rubles
and within 20 seconds
a German or a Spaniard claimed
the pitch...

                   maybe some greater beloning
a me to i to you
and out through          to self and other...

      but i purged to sober
i purged to sober
because this day has been too good
although i'd never think to say

that i walked into a bank
like Neville Chamberlain
with a flimsy piece of paper
like from Munich
agreed upon toilets
and chimneys
i mean this Power of Attorney
that was just stamped
by a half-baked translator (in memorandum)
photograph and then printed
instead i needed a 16 page document
with all her crying
and whimpering
her late much late attended to for concern
of affection from a brother
now brain in the fish tank
and just because the word
euthanasia is
only
a word that came from my mind
i think of the ***** turmoil
of uncovering secrets in man
even this
supposed best friend and *** partner
Marius
who owes my uncle 300,000 zloty
and perhaps some land
should he forgo the debt
well but now fishbowl St Martin
is having a trip that i could only hope to once
venture into on a giant mushroom!

painless and likewise voidless
a peering black barnacle
with eyes and tongue
this unavoidable shapeshifter
and sieve-R of jurisprudence
this unavoidable date and time
and hopelessness vigor
that irritates the stomach
glazes the eyes
and fills all these rooms with a blank
evidence of emptiness

in a distance a Dalai Lama
who i don't know is Buddha
a cosmopolitan glob trotter or what
is that with St Peter
some inheritance tax
since the rest of us petty mortals
are living lives on loan
do these figures in the world
represent enforced reincarnation
thus these people
are paying the inheritance tax, Pope,
Dalai Lama...
Emir of Baghdad...
Sufiz of Damascus

      i petty mortal living a life
on a loan
this body
this brain this everything loaned
not something i can credit
with bad decision
without the debtor's sinking into
a wheel of money a chair
of money a lamp of money
a paracetamol of money
a book of money
a cushion a bed a house a money
in logical inflation from £100,000
to £0.01
                          the blood
and vitality of inanimate, dead objects,
that they get moved
sold
contested
abbreviated and joyed at

     hands that move chairs
and make chairs
hand each other pocket doses of
value and devalue
nothing mystical except the slow
realization
by purge so rewarding
by purge so electrifying
so illuminating
that one hour residing
in bed while the day busies itself
with its busiest selves

perhaps alternatively
on a Faroe Island
      and aging to some Scandinavian myth
with solitude and letters
not this champagne milkshake
of human emotions
this snot these tears
this phlegm and all the love juices
this ear wax this sinew
these tendons and shaking hands...

Mellstroy -
so my father wasn't bullshitting me...

"Three pitch invaders stormed the Wembley turf at the Champions League final after being promised £300,000 by a controversial Russian streamer, it has emerged. The troublemakers wore t-shirts promoting 'Mellstroy', a scandalous vlogger who offered the prize reward to anyone who would invade the pitch in his name."

      https://www.dailymail.co.uk/sport/football/article-13484263/Champions-League-final-pitch-invaders-Russian-streamer-Mellstory.­html

archiving websites...
that's actually an art in a way
well it is a bureaucratic art-form

/blog.pagefreezer.com/how-do-you-archive-website

$7.2 million USD
by some count of the casino
and i think of myself
and my use of bet365
and in general everything that i do
and my life
and i do think about my life
and if i were brain frozen
half my grey matter evaporated
in my frontal cortex
and that's Martin
two massive holes in his mind
and i can literally throw
anything in there
like Joyce threw Finnegans Wake
into his schizophrenic daughter
is that price
we pay to venture into writing
beyond what's offered in
the Bible
i just wonder how can we dare
to want so much
as to not speak
and instead write

the grey and metallic tinge
of Warsaw on a cloudy day
while very sunny in London
and Glasgow...

perhaps if half my brain evaporated
i would write some astounding
poems that
perhaps i could foresee
no better life than that on the page
like right now
because beyond what's available
there is no mojito under a palm tree
on a beach with the woman
i just might love

this life is brutal and how begging
we are to disbelieve that to be true.

When travel
will go nowhere
where people walk apart
for the virulent virus scare-

millions rush for masks
to survive such they must wear
factories run through night and day
no one appears at the Sunday Fair.

'  Is that person affected?'
   the furtive and insidious stare
   ' The restaurant is far from safe
     We wouldn't dine there!'.

'   Don't touch any door-****
    even your newspaper you shouldn't share
    don't press the escalator number-signs
    unless you have a glove--beware, oh, beware!'.

   ' From Wuhan our boss has just returned
     after a business tour---his name is Sir Ross Sinclair
     he has been put under quarantine--from him
     a message we now receive:  Business closure I declare!'

    Business is on a trickle,  soon to collapse any day
    world USD 1000 trillion loss--news in the air!
    the Federal Reserve and IMF are panic-stricken
    ' This is worse than the Great Depression---we swear!'.    

    I'm locked up in my study room
    I don't want to be caught in the middle of nowhere
    I have to write poetry to save me from gloom
    what are you poets doing out there?