. ha ha... one word...
wpajać...
a word that implies
indocrination...
****...
who am i to
govern a labour
of loan words...
pajac: clown...
acute c: short
and sweet,
no need to extend the matter
into a caron of
an "added"
hidden H or Z...
naše kamienice,
waše ulice...
(our tenements,
your streets)
the slogan,
before the jews were
robbed
prior to the
holocaust...
world war II:
apparently,
the only people that
suffered, were, the jews...
let's just roll the time back,
and allow the right sort
of collatarel
to reply,
to revert back...
wait,
wait,
just wait a little...
currently? i wondered...
when poland played austria
was i watching a home game
or an away game?
was it a warsaw crowd,
or a vienna crowd?
sowiecki gałgan
(soviet idiot) -
sorry "lads",
this is were i turn all
deadpool om du...
i lost a limb
and a woman, to either some
arab sheikh, or some
h'american oligarch...
take you pick...
then again:
i was never going to be
made limbo with **** propaganda...
oops or oh?
big ******* difference...
like: oh is more of a surprise
surrounding a mistake...
oops? more intentional...
last time i heard...
it was infantile
of me to read a bit of
sienkiewič...
by the fire & the sword...
like...
i was reading something
akin to a harlequinn
novel and ****...
history,
made into a novel...
next thing i know,
reading the current journalistic
diarrhoea...
listening to the death of the winged
hussars by
krzesimir dębski
i'm pedro retardo the third...
because i have an elephant's
capacity to sort and assort
the faculty of memory...
good for me, great for jazz...
i'm not part of the :western leftist"
amnesia get-together...
i have, a, past,
acquiring the english zunge
doesn't change anything...
if there's anything that it does
change...
i'm hardly going to be part of it...
i'm awake,
it's currently 20 minutes to 3am,
some of the birds associated
with the english summer have
migrated back,
and they're squirting out
mating calls...
i was given one opportunity
to have a freesome,
i declined...
i figured...
3 prostitutes...
5 hours...
**** it...
faking a death of a loved one
on my, then,
student loan bank
account overdraft limit...
eh...
i just started to think
about Broadmoor...
how, i'd figure out being
an artist,
and sit out...
an ontological / zoological
upkeep,
sedated... yet somehow with
enough greens peas to
write something fathomable...
and... it would all end,
in 1930s Disneyland...
where l.s.d. was off-limits,
and you could *******
an ego into the vacous entity
of **** of thought...
by simply watching the *******
cartoons! in black & white!
before ******-doo!
and the marvel universe...
before ******* batman,
and all that:
superhero but not superpowers
schtick! ****!
like i wanna be faking it,
but then matthew mcconaughey
is 5'6" on the oscar altar
of public ****-talking,
and i'm watching him in
all these rom-coms and he's like:
giant me *****!
12" **** to boot!
watch me oil up an alpha seal
before clapping its way into
a harem!
what's the difference
between a ****** and a dwarf?
don't know...
but his middle name is,
and his full looks like:
middgy
'matthew mcconaughey' darf...
i didn't plagiariße...
i just borrowed...
****...
from...
shoe00head
mingling with darth-drool...
and the whole:
now that my dad's dead:
i get to milk the cow
sort of...
"reiterating" the nostalgia.
people wanted funny!
until the jokes had to become
so complex,
as to compete with
20th century fwench absurd
literature...
and something resembling
german philosophy,
of the 20th century...
**** me, strap-on with Locke...
you'll go far...
as far as 2001...
years later?
don't ask me...
i said very little,
and just watched.
LOSER BLOCK...
so i did two things my mother asked
me...
filled out her disability application form...
cysts on her spine,
arthritis,
injections into her spine and wrist,
hi replacement...
no, no chernobyll never happened...
walking with a cane,
aged in her early 50s...
wrote a lovely rubric...
dug a hole,
planted a xeres cherry tree in the garden....
and then... relaxed...
started to spot worthwhile
pedantic observations in a language:
which i "somehow" don't own,
or have claim to (by french psychology
third year student exchange programmes),
since i'm not native...
and drank... oh ****...
drank enough ms amber
to put a ******* rhino to sleep...
and?
listened to some movie
soundtracks, avoided jazz
and punk...
i never allowed myself
to brag about ***,
i had a chance for a *******...
declined...
n'ah...
i had enough brains
to only bellow in a clarity of a transaction...
if i didn't pay for ***,
as a man,
i'd be paying for someone else...
i already know how unprotected ***
looks like...
oddly enough...
my my... aren't the prostitutes
overtly sensitive when it comes
to labouring under a scrutiny of
responsibility?
******* + a ******...
that's why i don't understand the motives
of Jackie the serial Reply Guy
manifesto...
an hour...
that's all it takes...
but being tangled,
faked,
being dragged into nuance...
just schlichtlügen?
you know... i'd rather chew on a *******
bay leaf...
in all honesty...
i like playing responsible,
when i'm expected to play responsible...
i'll pay an extra 10 quid
on the 10 quid entry fee,
and the 110 quid per hour
if i'm going to proove
that h.i.v. is not transmitted
******...
no, not her playing cotton-candy...
me eating the oyster...
that's ******* hilarious...
i had to visit a *******...
to clear my conscience
of, having, once upon a time,
a relationship,
that lasted roughly 6 months...
with a russian, western,
free woman of the world...
i actually had to visit a *******
to clear my conscience...
and then say:
whatever the **** i liked!
amazing...
and then i cut off
any unfathomable desire to persist
my allowance of "using" prostitutes
to clear my conscience...
akin to the last time,
i "blamed" myself for not trimming
my *****...
which i made into an excuse for
her not touching my genitals,
which i later translated as
succumbing to merely kissing her...
with that sort of mouth,
that i kissed...
i probably ****** off a hundred
*****...
and felt: m'eh about it...
but getting those words out of her
mouth,
was, by far, anything that
a faked onomatopoeia of "marriage"
would ever allow...
oh the german are ****** with us...
we still own Marienburg...
last time i heard:
before having a historically minded
memory hole was
deemed "infantile"
by the neu-communists in western
europe...
that, citadel?
it wasn't constructed from red bricks...
ghostly grey / white bricks...
what?
Marienburg...
now... the suspect opinion...
is the expansion of Islam akin
to the black plague...
resembled akin...
for the sole reason that...
us, Polacks,
experienced the same fate of
the "arabs"...
how we entertained the flow
of the crusades?
wow! revelation!
discovering h'america in a can of
sardines!
or Einstien: in an acronym...
akin to mine...
M(atthew) C(onrad)...
eh... like i'd tell you anything more
beyond the first letter of
my surname E(
**** it)
(schlert)
then again...
why do people dox?
99% of such interactions
ever end with said people,
sharing a meal,
or a drink,
or hand-jobs while taking
a shower together...
so...
i'll still leave this canvas
with an unrepentant fetish
for the german language...
english? complete...
now i have to further my interests
into the buffer-zone
of origins.
