god is a rweeibvle fqwed
i see
tehe train and#
the cannons...
           i see salt and i see water
i seee the failures ofman
and witness the try
of the Whsales...

i need a freind
one eye
just one eye
i just need a
friend:
wink wink
i need to see the mind
soki need to close#
i need to see
the mind
i  close one eye
if i want to
see god
i will have
to close both eyes...
to see soul
i will need to solve
the question
of closing the Eyes:
Trust
is beuond Belief...
do you Trust God?
sorry
forgot the belief
in God
i Trust in God
i Trust God
i don't have to believe
i just am
i am that i am
said
god
said my father, st. satan
i Trust God
i think ytou c onfuse
catholic from ukranian...
oops:
when she asks for you
on addiction:
but5 i miss

you....

             RASPITIN!


o roof top..
Orange...
    
                        i cfied! rucified
at           verk...


                                   CluxX
i paint...

i see a version of Islam

when Islam met Schism

not the god
but the religion
i see Islam
without the work
i see

if Islam is the one true monotheism
then
why was there a schism?
Islam met Schism
and no one cares
about Christianity Schisms
Orthodox
to Catholic
to Protestant
to American Christianity

but Islam met Schism
Schism is a polyglot Greek deity
perhaps even Roman
how Thor
met Thales
and resurrected Troy
the people were not once Turks
the Ottomans
i age
and i grow a learning i am
confident
maybe i will be given old age
but i will do
my utmost to not make that happen
i will marry death
i will screeth...
Dior
i replaced that with Doir
Doir
not Dior
a Muslim ******* shift
i asked her:
there's the miss doir perfume
and coco chanel's no 5

empire empire empire
i seek an empire
Russia and China and Japan
and Korea
the whole of Africa:
the death of Islam
i wonder
me and this Muslim girl
the ****: the clockwork
i ask you
do you believe?
do you believe
in the revival of European Christianity
then ask the Islamic World:
the Afghan after the Sunni Saudi
or ask the Afghan after the Persian
****'ite....

Schism like a Shizophrenia
Schizophrenia
Switch:
Bilingual
but i was roots in Germany
Eschlert
and the Batuk
of Czech Rep

unbreakble habits... magic of stones
and flowers that grow on stones
i seek to ask a flower
growing off of stone and lava
i see colour
i'm moving to Kauai
on Hawaii:
i need to speak
to god on a mountain:
i need to speak to god
on a dead volcano
your mother died
i see you
i see my my oh my mother
by butterfly my moth's wing...
i see noon and night...

if Christianity was allowed to die:
i see a rabid dog
Islam
i see Islam and Schism
like i might see Chaos
and Chaos was
and Schism
Chaos and Schism...
Idea Clinical ******
driver
or animals...
i am daft in my darkness....

Chaos and Schism:
that is when the two
ate the pagan concern
in painting:
Satan: the death eater
and who ate the crucifix
and who is god
by the calories of the dead
mneat upion
meat upon
the crucifix...

this is what happens
when Islam meets
India and Persia...
Islam is death and Iran can actuallly
help:                AID
christianity and europe///

on the train:
a bunch of blondes
like the ones in Rotherham...
i think ****
****
gangs
i think ai lost the brain
new pronoun
ai
aye thinks
i think
plural
    self?++=

             but if Islam is such a grand monotheism:
it... could survive a schism....
let me show you god..
but islam had a schism...
so?
it's not the one true
monotheism; savvy?

this is my rifle:
this is my
jacket
Kiev
i think i need
it
when
i get to Tehran
i dream
big
like magic carpet
rides
with kisses from
Egypt
i want
to *******
up so
much...

so... Khadija **** Khuwaylid... was not the person who wrote down the Quran? Khadija **** Khuwaylid was not the woman: closest to Muahmmad... who wrote the Quran down? oh Allah: i'm sorry: but this is a nightmare... i don't want an Arabic Polytheistic Nightmare of the Time of Dinosaur Urge: and how ****'ite Islam will be safe closer to India: Islam will survive: i promise you true Muslims that it will survive: but think of India and not Europe: if you are truly Muslim you will seek India: you will not focus on Europe: there is no Europe: Europe is a funnel... a continent of traffic sacrifices... so... the Quran was written by Muhammad's death? Muhammad didn't write it? Khadija **** Khuwaylid didn't write it? well... if Khadija **** Khuwaylid wrote at least one Surah: i'd respect Islam... but Islam was not written by even his first wife? who was Islam: Islam did worse to Muhammad than... well the Jews just crucified an Egyptian or a Syrian: or rather: someone born in Israel who lived in Egypt for several years... then came back and had some sort of ****** awakening of genitals and gene heritage... but i soon learned: so the Quran was written: after Muhammad's death? with the New Testament? YHWH: at least two Gospels are Plagiarisms... HH... at least two Gospels are Plagiarisms... no... i didn't read the book: but you being women: yes, please, read, that, one, book... but please leave me to feel free to read other books and treat them with equal veneration and treat your one book with veneer...

                 ΔEME

                                is that your name:
grammar: david:
you are beyond name:
YHWH is a VERB:
in terms of orientating eyes to tongue
and tongues
to eye and eyes....

    it's not a name in the classical sense:
it's a verb:
the tetragrammaton is best
explained:
VERB:
allah: if monotheistic
is not a complex god
"yahweh" is a complex god
a... complex-god
allah isn't... the letters don't align
to an explanation symmetry:
an explanation-symmetry is
a bit like:
the acute-right
rather than the far-right...
there's this acute-right movements
in politics:
and no one really knows anything...

ah: found it
she lives on KAuai
i live in London
i
sometimes get busy
living with people
and i ha ve no wife
or a child
i just get engrossed in
the life in
a large city
so i was looking
for YHWH
and Jesus descended
with a choir of angels
and then stormed off
in a great wind
when i didn't want
to speak to him
Jesus became my Satan
i had to treat Jesus as
bad as he Treated Satan:
my Father...
how he treated my father
i will never forgive him for!
i will never forgive Jesus
for how he treated my father!
no!
no! no! i will not forgive Jesus
for how he treated my father!
who was Gabriel to Muhammad
and who was Muhammad to Gabriel
i think
i did reply to him
like a Cosmopolitan Jew
Sane
i mean imagine if i went in that
direction and not
in the direction of Manhattan
Woody Allen neuroticism and human
i might as well be the Satan
himself waiting for Jesus
but our Second Meeting
is... His Second Coming
so... ahem...        ahem ahem ahem.....
i'm.... WAITING...
i need to know something about the mountain
and history
and that the only Islam that will survive the Test
of Time is ****'ite Islam
not Sunni Decadent
Dinosaur Bone Juice Oil
Indian! give me RUBBER!
rubber! go gold!
ha ha: nietzsche and too many books
write constipated and in pain
not relaxing
on barbituates
i say: beyond the 20th century and 21st century
decadence of Sunni Islam:
there will Arise an Acu-te-Is-lam
to incorporate the far right
of secular post christianity...
darwinian religiosity immersed with
a negation for Heidegger's 2nd Concept
beyond the Hammer:
next comes... the Book!
philosophising with a Book!
oh jeez!
prophet.....

     but which Socrates Muhammad
Jesus actually held a book in their hand?
i ask you:
i only have one book: technically...
literally... i mean:
the one i'm writing: right now...
then i'll ******* to the world...
and say a whittle: how low?

how low?
i'd rather write her a poem
than speak to her:
i think she knows how she met me:
i'm not a dog
on nobody's leash
and i asked Musubi for Katakana
and Hara Kiri
and the ****** stood by the Empire of the Sun:
i mean:
i can ask the Mongol if he rested
long enough
i can laugh with Buddha
about the 2nd Mongolian Empire
the Slavs instigated by calm persuasion
and Japanese innocent giggle
i mean:
side with the Mongols
if you're thinking with the Mongols
something has to travel far
for the message to get across
to rekindle the oouch
of Mongols stacking skulls into bookshelves
at the Baghdad Library
the Ancients ran with fear...

i mean that's how i see the Islamic world:
historically speaking
Heidegger: hammer:
no voice
hammer extended hand
xenomorph
i need tongue:
hammer                but now i have a book:
so
i
have a script:
i am not Shakespeare i am Satan
and this is my script:
it had to be journalistic
poetic sort
             cascade
               Dua Lipa AlBANIA ENGLAND
don't worry...
there's Albanian and Romanian blood
in this project:
i mean:
i am... married... now...
but i used to frequent brothels in London,
well... the east-east end...
i reread some bukowski just now
and i mean
you know: like: a lot of aufucking pauses:
in the script: funky ***** pantomimes of
feminism...
            
yes Spy:
     i agree:
the robotic voice nirvana my thirst for knowledge
is tamed
i am no longer naked sir:
sir! sir! i was... ******* drunk!
that is when man realised
in the story:
not that he was naked... but...
that he was drunk:
is this the forbidden said in silence
when i need the implosion
of YHWH
i mean: literally implosion
and find a new name for him:
i need help to find a new name for YHWH
and it will come as thus:

Isarael! Israel! you were not Juda
or Judea prior:
Poland disappeared for 123 years
i am asking you Israel
Israel i am asking you
Polka is asking RAEL
i need RAEL to be at the helm
of my king's crown the skies over Poland
we disappeared
for a unification dream of Europe
but @you@
people ""
are just ******* wild... party all night...
the Middle East
had some Precious **** Going
but i chose golf
and Hawaii
on Kauai

        and now i'm like... doggish...
i was asking for letters...
for a new name for
the name has already been spoken
but the intelligent thought
i might not:
think about Roman
Greek and even Korean
how this briefcase of competence
can translate into the big world
the hand world
and i get one quarter of wembley next
thursday
for the guns n roses concerts
a quadrant manager...

Δ
   the implosion of Y...
not god but....

                           γΥ

  or the German for goo:
                                        gü

now i see my Lord:
i didn't be Adam
realised he was naked:
well: i ate the apple: shaman father
oh wait i have a father in heaven too!
fair enough!
and he will be seated on
the Left Hand of the Father:
Christ, Jesus....
    i'm yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeerrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
kweeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee­eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeen
quen
kweeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee­eeeeeeeen
oh sassy!
hashish!
mousetache.....

so my tongue: bilingual:
serpents:
Y
yes:
my son would actually be
a polyamarous
polygomous
poly poly poly and a carrot
rather than a *******...
i think that's: @septology by
that Norwegian writer
and i looked into the book
and i suddenly found myself
in alleys
of magazines and self-help guru talk
no actual advice
but really: just advice-self-comforting
tool
for me? they recently invented the AI
chatbots
i go there: you go to self-help gurus
and magazines of distractions
to not think
i think i see you E
that's why i drink and read philosophy:
sorry for not playing the cello
or the violin
i tried
guitar and mandolin
but then i did punk with poetry
because i wasn't with the times
in journalism
that world would come to me
i wouldn't go into
a wave of change the spirit of hope
and change momentum
the higher Architect and gods invoked
to SpinSpinSpin
on the Carousel:
let us imagine God @rested@
and then... oh wait... ****!
god! had fun! sabbath!
god had fun!
god had fun on the7th....
****... so...
  
who the **** was crucified?
Hendon...
aye'ight... let's light this little Moscow up!
fire Volva Vulcan Mosco2
let's light fer up! feral! baby!
let's fire it up!
let's get Russia behind Iran!
Ghost War 1.0
Ghost Wwar 1.0

i call a regime change of thought authority
intellectual democracy
sharing ideas
flake
i get it wrong
not dscrimination
and avenue
of thinking of my wife i think i think
i have a wife:

i lost my RAW
spanish
hemp rolling papers
and i like smoking
when i write
so i think that's really
a no brainer
and if i'll get **** and
get to old age:
you want to see me
when i am the beast
during one of composition sessions
when i write
not like the safety net
of painting class on the Lanai
i mean:
me you and really...
she was sitting with ******:
High Hitter of the Leer...

but i'd love to see Russia snuggle up to Iran
like it snuggled up to Ukraine
and we got some Ukranian *****
in Poland
i think we had a fight with a conviction
of Love...
and i will write these words
and those Wanderings Stars will stop?
right?
wandering: they left? they left?

the ***** in Poland stinks:
or... it's fluorescent monkey juice
brain
hallucinating water people
water...
       but they filter it from how the spirit
stinks i think alcohol poisoning
i think the alcohol my uncle drank
in Poland was the cause
contamination Chernobyll:
i will be the drunk
Kojak Inspector
the water in Poland:
Chernobyll:
he was an alcoholic:
probably could hacve survived:
hello Mutan Brother:
hellp Mutant Brother
i have you right shoulderblade meat:
Kosher:
Yaksheem...

                   i think my uncle was an alcoholic
i am too
and i like being an alcoholi=c
when i get creative
and i sometimes need to get creative
like some sober
sane people
and people need
to surf
don't deny me
if you you
*** that's also catharsis
don't deny my creativinity:
don't starve me
like i can show yow competence
i will be your plumber
i will be your driver
i will try to be your electrician
but
first i need to finger a jellyfish
and remember being an similus aqua
i mean:
if Atlantis is dead
i see a dept
for the agony the grief
of the beaching of Whales
i see a naked world in the drunk underwater self
i see Atlantis i will show you
the beaching of the whales
we forgot to ride
i know that Avatar was a film
but the idea was Image
and the Image didn't become word...
words are words
ideas are complex
a word is a word is a word:
but an image
well:
i am still thinking of the tetragrammaton
i will be working with from now
on...

you must forget god's name:
i will be like good king david was:
Solomon was no MArcus Aurelius...
we got one thing perfectly right:
female ambition
as not ambition:
depicted in painters
who the rightful owner of the baby was:
after all...
these days:
it is common for women to abort beyond
24 months
now i see!
Solomon got it all wrong:
it was the woman
who was not holy in acting:
perhaps she was the woman
who couldn't conceive:
Solomon the Idiot: on the Crux...

Chinese: so... for:::
    small heart...
**** me... small heart in chinese...
i still have YHWH to work with...
the father would know two tongues

why the hypothetical son
i just want to meet Emperor Jesus
of the Empire of Universal Luvvie...
ijust just want some juices
from some apes
and some fruits...

o.k. Jesus:
you a Syrian refugee:
who didn't Judaism just die
and why aren't
the Catholics at your Gate
like the Barbarians at Europe
i think of
Catholics doing what Iran is doing to Israel:
hey! we want in!
Sunni Islam is about to Implode
and all the *** Free
Tirade Tide will End...
i am projects with Irish Catholics and the Dutch...
i think we are trying to rethink what
people tell us:
if Climate Change: isn't real...
then the REALITY of FOSSILS as fuels:
is real:
Climate Change is what's called:
reaching depletion levels of fossil fuels:
at 39:
i just learned to operate a clutch:
i can
category B: manual...
now i see who drives a manual
and an automatic:

but how i see Islam:
it will survive:
in the ****'ite: version:
Persian clinging to India:
India will reform Islam:
India will perfect Islam:
Europe can't perfect Islam:
Islam can't assimilate
Europe and Europe can't associate Islam
to the sacred Trinity
of Authenticity
  Identity
         Idea

     Islam doesn't have to impose itself on
Europe:
see how Islam violated Muhammad?
Muhammad's experience?
Islam did to Muhammad
what "Christianity" did to Jesus...
weird...
you know what Islam did
to Muhammad...
ignored him
called him mad...
i don't even understand
was Muhammad
the like of Noah?
Noah didn't leave a book:
we was (Moses)
told about
i need a general there's this ******* rabble
i just need stones on stones
like people stacking imitation PYramids

i think i need another name:
we are working on it...

oh i see Islam: a religion of peace
with India her mother:
i think
when Islam discovered Africa:
the Africans met Orwell...
but when Christianity
Europe
discovered
@discovered@ new ££
"quoto" E... iz zee quotes!
quptes!

                so no one hallucinated
having clothes on?
did: anyone: have: their: clothes:
on: during:
the: tree: good: evil:
       so no one hallucinated having their clothes
on?
and after the ride
everyone: ate: the: apple:
and everyone was naked?
so... the SPHYNX is a lost reminder?
or something imaginary?
you: are a people:
and call the SPHYNX cat imaginary
or do you call it a : REMINDER?
you want eternity so easy
don't you?

now i see Islam in the context
of India and
Pakistan:
it's how it must be Seen
the India sort of Europe
and the Vatican
uprooted in the Taliban of the Tibet
i mean the place settled by the descendent
of Buddha
from India
into the mountains
what is it with these mountains of celibacy?

there are still the letters:
i weave a slither West of Mast
but there's no laughter in Greek
how no one encoded laughter
in Ancient Greek:
there's no Laughter
in Ancient Greece!
what stoic Ideas!
but the Greeks had no concept of laughter!
why did they have static masks
to persuade people:
ignorant folk:
whether a comedy or a tragedy:
the Ancient Greeks had no concept of Laughter:
there is no vowel catcher and sigh instigator
of YHWH in Greek:

H
EE
have to go... we need to refurbish!
temple?!
sorry? ahem.... what temple?
the idea is not even hot
and there's:
2000 of israel left?

                       ㅐ
                    H   H

in the name: "name" of peace
o.k.
Korean doesn't like Yahweh...
i said:
a name for you
Allah is mental condition
retarted hypercornyhorny
cousin ******* folk
i mean like
complete retards
very barbaric
imagine sunni islam in pakistan
poverty
like i feel the riches
of vatican?
well...
i sort of love high culture myself
i can also visit the brothel
and get you into the underground...
savvy?
savvy?

            i said.... st. peter:
savvy?!

shapes and letters
without: although
it would take a Socrates
to go beyond the guide
of SO
before the two letters
could arrive at meaning:
except in the name
SOCRATES
just simply so... so it is...
so it has been

a conundrum
i will be sleeping in the garden:
MY
garden
the one i worked my ***
off for to get the many trees
with fruits to bother me:
with: full blossom...

and i admit
between Allah and Yahweh...
well well
i like a god stubborn
to make quick changes
gods like men come
and go
but at least two
two remain

with a tongue
Y
through 4 eyes
therefore posit
weaving my way W
into the distance
HH
i find are my tattoo
but with Blahlah
i wfind
i  ant can't find
any symmetry
no Kabbalah no Kaaba
AH
i have a wife....
i have a wife:
i should have 1000 wives...
Y to W...
slither
concept H(a)
and H(e)
                      Ha and He
the Adam and Eve story..............

i am
the devil:
into my garden
you
**** plug hole: plow
with the senses
ugh!

but Israel ought to be warned
you take Gaza...
one think
to thing:             nothing
required a no-think!

no-thing = no-think
no verb orb
they are reading
poetry at feminism get tpgethers?
Tigers... PPPP....

           Jesus Christ no
H
but ALLAH:
summertime in a full metal jacket
Kuberick probably my favorite
direction:
director:
slow... the             **** down
i can't do Allah
Allah is ****
it's a story of two Adams
story of twins
you sold me the wong wok story
via Islam...
Shia IU
AE
AI
OU
25 vowel variations

in the disgrace of calling the god's
name in vain...
i wonder in this bliss...

the simple demand being:
i'm sorry
i don't understand: you...

step two toe and heel:
******!
****:
RE RE RE RE...

re=imagine
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       an ][

huh?! so the English girls are so available and i've been having such a hard time to get laid?! no wonder i had to travel to Hawaii for some moo moo much and munch... grooming gangs... is that the place where they sell coat-hangers for idiots?!

i like the idea of "grooming"
in the workplace...
a tongue in cheek and something else
i like:
i like:
the idea of "grooming" in the workplace...
just like today
i was
and wasn't
for the past four days

but today: i was:
in direct contact with "control"...
and i guess i drew enough ink
from the octopus
but i was already happy
working
and China the makeshift would
be *****-star akin to that girl
with skin auburn and fake blonde
i think i call her: Tanya
or Tatty
or                  but either doesn't matter

but even she said:
I HATE INCOMPETENCE...
i retaliated:
and slow snow lazy
is o.k.?
i don't know: just kept thinking about
my wife
and i think i have a wife
enough to, not, make, me, thirsty:
she's 3000s and miles away
and i'll be there: some day
by any other way...

but i get a sense that
i was groomed
in a workplace:
and... it's a rather pleasant sensation
the sensation i find origins from childhood
when communist children
used my toys to play with
i felt this:
NUMBING TINGLING....
this body of body experience:
at the gates of Israel:
Arbeit MAcht Frei...
i think of the friend Iran:
and even now:
if god was alive:
    
            what the Jew got into the Heb of you
to start or at least pretend WWIII?!
if you vantz arm the gong
and call it qvitz... hebdudjed!

yeah: throw that falafel and extra grease
bomb
i'm working with Africans
and clearly they are not the Jamaicans
even the blacks noticed:
whoever likes to work
i parody
i like working because
i also like not working
and i give the two dimensions a twist:
i work heavy i relax
by drinking a liter of *****
and ****... the airplanes are falling
and there's that revelation
of the unbreakable theme from a movie
the sole survivor

there's no literature about work
in the workplace
does everyone have these solipsistic
gazes whereby:
there's no commonality of the human
cohort
i mean: seriously?
i waited 4 shifts to be called
PODIUM 3
before being in limbo
i was in limbo
for for long
but at least this is not the ordeal of
a conveyor belt of raw products:
just the everyday shades...

i love work:
i love work
so much that i love
what i do beside work:
but the problem is...
you see...
people come to work
so lazily and ignorant
without focus
because?
they have no idea
how to use their free time
for themselves or their families...
i work hard i party harder
for the simple reason: there's no party!

i leave the fate of the Israelites
in the hands of god...
there's no Jesus, Syrian, to fall back on:
there's Allah and if that god is real:
i'm waiting for a Musa and a burning Stone
before Allah speaks:
but Allah hasn't spoken...
so... like Zeus... in the jargon pool of
whatever...
but rigid thank you Latin:
YHWH is rigid... maybe less in Hebrew
and more in Latin...
but curve ball the vowels
and all you get is the asymmetry of
LLH
like the zombie Lucifer
with a third arm...
i don't buy into
blah blah allah ouch ouch allah:
Allah: if alive:
thankfully the gods of polytheistic systems died:
altogether: once...
i drink my whiskey...

so... how... the ****...
the english girls...
sorry... but pakistani grooming gangs:
to my mind:
are not exceptionally intelligent...
i mean... ******* at best...
i can't feel sorry
for these women...
how did these women get groomed
to the point:
by no one charismatic
like a Rasputin...
to **** multiple men
in the ordeal of having petrol poured over them:
hold on! hold!
the women are asking women
are asking
why be no naive?
i think...

being so naive is just as bad as being
the reciprocate evil...
i think the naive
are just as bad
if not worse
than the evil
the instruments of the deed
before the deed: instrumented...
sorry not sorry:
i just can't stomach being fake
pouch
and flake and ugh!

the world is busy:
i can't have time thinking about
your idea of free *** and
Haribo rewards gimmick...
no!                     no!
you want to fickle *** around:
you get... what *** is what money isn't!
if you want my sympathy?
my sympathy?!
eh?!
Romanian prostitutes get $130 per pour...
for talk blow and *** jiggle...
******* ****** mary and next jesus: hey! zeus!

there's nothing worse than ugly evil:
there's the doubly innocent
ahem...                 just because X they
would arrive at that pivot of Y that translates
into Z?          

            i was trying so hard to get laid for years
and years in England...
turns out... i had to travel the **** away
to Hawaii... to get a ****...
because all the English retards girls were
giving their ***** to Pakistani grooms
and sweets...
and it's not even like backhlava
sweets from the Arabs...

          so no! m'eh: sport...
if i can't get laid in England
and i have to travel 3000 miles away...
for something life real like...
no! you have no sympathy from me: stupid!

take your ******* public inquiry sir stammer:
and shove it...
up where: the sun shines:
all rainbow: so...
a *** crease when you get off... savvy?!

yeah
mmhmm:
shut up,

si mnay
so  many legs
i fet spiders
and leg tangles...

i tire
time
==
equals equals
equal
qukc
quack &
Casper...
;;enty og ghosy and hpotoes....
photyo
photosesd
photoes
snd tsattoo
to the wind
a crisp heart of the insect...

i tire
time
==
equals equals
equal
qukc
quack &
Casper...
;;enty og ghosy and hpotoes....
photyo
photosesd
photoes
snd tsattoo
to the wind
a crisp heart of the insect...

}}

i tire
time
==
equals equals
equal
qukc
quack &
Casper...
;;enty og ghosy and hpotoes....
photyo
photosesd
photoes
snd tsattoo
to the wind
a crisp heart of the insect...

)__

i gothoty

fotgoy ,mu
gpthpy
gpy
fopthpy
gptr
forgpty
forgpt
goygptt
stmins
stsmins­
stamina
so many spiders and months
or moths of June
i wnonder...
how London isn\t
unlike JEw
New Jork
Jerll; Jerkl...
vunnh sotys funny?
  

                 tired white time
bro...\ \
              cages for freedoms!\Qyre\
siki: solo
and
that mortal
spire!

_this so mu  h h clen ch theraueua:
erw
and red fopnau:
i am with Kiev ]
Moscow......
        London: bnybstanmder
new yorkl
a lost rorekle
yorkkle....

  paint my ppve;y
yojur lack of white
i will mzlke you holer...
          ditto died a heavon:
the lonlely heave
of heaven:
i ask you: as Podeidon
ask Atlast:\
duen north?     Nordd::\
i ask you
to tee:
this gold f= gold of letter!

cf Kantian
categorical imperative
with
Nirtzsche c counter
inerrrogat
=ive           pronoun
i have a
soul
a b ibbble aa bubble to sell...
worms
and best understood Muhammad...
the Ritual of the Praurayer
Prayer....
       better than the Mujslim
Musli m
in n cword...
vempire and volcanos:
both sleepjung.....
tyin tin yin hya yahweh
slow down
i
i love youi
stupi d to love U

i will take these monstrous spellings and dictates of the tribe... and i will take away your buttercupfeeling i dare you... i don't speak half of German that's the origins ha quarter of English... i think it's a story without African impromptu: i think we were telling a story of language between each other: from India via the Greek and Iran
to Europe with all the languages congested
language non history... compared to Hebrew there is no language with a living history of a people: not Latin: Roman German etc.
i mean: the English kept the road KOSHER / COPTIC... i think the idea is a burden: i will first claim COPTIC over KOSHER or SALADIN / HALAL...
i need the meat... hmm
COPTIC... counter your Halal and Kosher...
i need me meat...
COPTIC...
          savvy?
meat of love                  i need the meat of love
2000 years was not even joke
40 years was a joke
among Arabs to the Israelites:
so you walked around with god for 40 years
as the Pole said to the Arab:
but i walked with this Ha'Arab...
for... 2000 years:
i think we thought of you:
sorry...
i will crucify myself...
simply because...
i think...
it will become
easier
for Europeans to talk to Arab...
oh fuckl **** **** yeah!
yeah!
******* **** chilli ******!
ha ha!
we getting on!
i think of jesus as bait...
not a birdge...
bait...
i need the fake christians
the orthodox russians
greeks looking to the death-tell...
of the crux of the origins of the sun
and moon:
and the day to day...
but jesus is bait right now...

there
are...
mirages
into...
"somethings":

as taught by the word
of the road:
i know nothing

from nothing
in Socrates
and god
i ask you
the Greek
the Iranian
and the Hebrew
nibbled
on the toe
of
the northernmen
of Europe
Northmen of
the Northernen Men...


chemical
fire
dillations 9
(dandelions :
dilate -
plural:
dilation -
singular: verb:
in the plural: the many dilated eyes?)

nostrils
pupils
i see a quickened futurism
and the lost acumen...

i will take these monstrous spellings and dictates of the tribe... and i will take away your buttercupfeeling i dare you... i don't speak half of German that's the origins ha quarter of English... i think it's a story without African impromptu: i think we were telling a story of language between each other: from India via the Greek and Iran
to Europe with all the languages congested
language non history... compared to Hebrew there is no language with a living history of a people: not Latin: Roman German etc.
i mean: the English kept the road KOSHER / COPTIC... i think the idea is a burden: i will first claim COPTIC over KOSHER or SALADIN / HALAL...
i need the meat... hmm
COPTIC... counter your Halal and Kosher...
i need me meat...
COPTIC...
          savvy?
meat of love                  i need the meat of love
2000 years was not even joke
40 years was a joke
among Arabs to the Israelites:
so you walked around with god for 40 years
as the Pole said to the Arab:
but i walked with this Ha'Arab...
for... 2000 years:
i think we thought of you:
sorry...
i will crucify myself...
simply because...
i think...
it will become
easier
for Europeans to talk to Arab...
oh fuckl **** **** yeah!
yeah!
******* **** chilli ******!
ha ha!
we getting on!
i think of jesus as bait...
not a birdge...
bait...
i need the fake christians
the orthodox russians
greeks looking to the death-tell...
of the crux of the origins of the sun
and moon:
and the day to day...
but jesus is bait right now...

there
are...
mirages
into...
"somethings":

as taught by the word
of the road:
i know nothing

from nothing
in Socrates
and god
i ask you
the Greek
the Iranian
and the Hebrew
nibbled
on the toe
of
the northernmen
of Europe
Northmen of
the Northernen Men...


chemical
fire
dillations 9
(dandelions :
dilate -
plural:
dilation -
singular: verb:
in the plural: the many dilated eyes?)

nostrils
pupils
i see a quickened futurism
and the lost acumen...

_minimmaling - minnimal - minimal - ah!

from the frog
and car
i mean
spatial awareness
i imagine
of consciousness
coupled with thought
i memorize
consciousness
coupled with the senses

and
zzz i am
drift
upon the tide of man
and i am mortal
but i will not do last suppers
and crucifixes
i will die alone in
an elephants graveyard
i am an old satan
and this longest feud
between Iran and Irsrael:
Israel... oh Iran and Israel
before India
clearly you forget the King
and Crown
i dearest my oblique...
the fire that are letters
in words:
their own meanings:
Sir... the Letters are Rebelling
Against Words
what can we do?
the numbers are collapsing in letters
there are Japanese interpretations
of ******...
clear bright
blue
dark blue purple
night
i sense you sky
shy off the shades
Thoth... Cannabis
Thoth... Marijuana....
Marijuana: Thoth
i asking not somewhere
on the pivot of the pit
crux and sun and moon
and Venus...
                      this Radio Beta Bed Head
in ROBLOX
where is
the reality
twp fathers:
out genuine interest...
like cyclist
i mean get a horse
grate some parmesan cheese
stone flint
i mean decadent
i think of Samir's Father
and i think of Samir's Father
whenever i want to **** Samir
and i have good reason

i think of "Hamiud":
ha-miud: mweed...
                i think your father is my father
my brother no my mother in arms....
a beginning calm with
thhe Rising Lion from
the Iron Dome....

                          we are that serious
to take upon
passing the Arabs...
if you get to Iranians
the Hebrews have to have
ambitions into Afghanistan
Pakistan
                India...
then Tibet
and later China then Japan....

              i need to see the idea
spread before i can judge:
it's a worth SKRB:
scarab....
                      i know... i spelled it:
spaghetti sepia
nostalgia foods
i die for that kind of foo'
                                  foo'oh...

i death dive i think
the grey took over
and there was one lucky
****** from a plain crash
i was almost dead
twice...
i don't get the celebratory applause!

she doesn't listen to Radiohead1
she doesn't listen to Radiohead!
Reyla is faking it
i think she spotted a faker-faker....\
or at least she got disguised for...

croissant
et saumon fumé
fromage à la crème

ou mayonnaise

mais beaucoup de moutarde!

co(n)combres
aneth
dill-almond...
Edie! hong: you till moi!

get behind me: satan!
i tried to correct him
it was me and him
a distorted of a once beautiful
Islam
but i was doing a menial
job of giving directions
the child was so curious
i call him a little satan
i therefore sally him with
a compliment
turf war
i saw a satan today on
Tottenham High St.
outside the Hotspur Stadium
and i apparently i was lying
little lie little satan
but little satans grow into big satans
and i think i children
and the lost and shadows
and my uncle
and i'm packing my suitcase
i was in the world,
father,
and i was seeing it:
your world, father
and i saw satan
he said i lied
about time and distance
well
depends how you
walk
apparently the Beyonce growd
was crowd mad
last time
worse than a football match
i think people like to appear
compenent
i think i claimed that mountain
i looked competent because
i was aaware
in the spirit of Competence
by the Ghost
all are Innocent
therefore i can judge you
on the yew
and in the wine
and in the cabbabis
cannas
canna
                       people were leaving early
i either lied
about the time it toook: 20min...
apparently robots walk the perfect
2mile
in around 35 minutes
but i think about waiting in line
and that's torture:
at least i can think when i walk
i get constipated when in a cue:
queue...

           first i will drink the red
with the spliff
then
iu will drink with some water
and go to bed
and believe:
i am married
i was no longer chosen for Chaos
and HAcov
i was told to bec ome Charon
and get on a boat and ******* row row row
i mean mate
i stood up to the Safety Officer
i bypassed the radio person and the c.c.t.v. person
i made a Protest
against how we are worked
i implored
i see Red, Sir...

can we can get an extra search bench:
oh wait: who is the who is the idea
and i was the one
who was observed
so i said two new benches
but a pretend cordon
a geometry of space
and spacing
like in writing
i thought of people as words:
language:
letters...
i thought about wine
and bread
and i thought this is not a private
party
i'm meeting you in the Coliseum
and i'll be as hyped:
later...
as you are: SA
DA
SAZEIT!
counter da sein
i come to Poland with the thought
of Germany
the Heart of Russia
and the words of Hebrews:
i am lost...
we have had at least 3 Israel citizens walk up to us
confused:
oh wow! so sound! the pronoun We
i had it yesterday
i lost it today
i lost the Russia of We
i'm still trapped in the English Prison of Aye and I...
and Y and Why...

         i think i plotted against terrorists two night ago
and yeah each
has now been different:
perfection is being worked on
we, gentlemen can pretend to pretend to play chess
while working into these autistic pre-abstracts
of the object: and ghost of focus
there are ghosts that point
and there are ghosts that speak
that is why schizophrenics are burdened by
and at bustopops:
there is a point of Escalation nearing North North...
Aidan...                Eiling...              no...
i was supposed to go to bed:
i lied!
to seven sisters at 5mph you get there in 30min
i'm 6ftapparently3
not 2
so i get there like a robot
i'm lying to women
carrying ideas of women
i'm like not you
so i'm lying in proportionate...
parrot
i say Reinnassance
came and
now this coybow cowboy limp
flimp of the **** like lasso
i mean: burp:
i consecrated the red wine with
cannabis
and Thoth
and now i will move to stage two
of white wine and water
and feelings of little...
littlest of pleasures of
feeling like a BinDhu joke
i don't get it
i feel that i was aligned
with the purpose of humanity...
low mundaneity
high mundaneity

      the spirit of work
         Athena and the Athletes:
stop! Zeus! brainstorm with Hades!
what are these people
on? why is there a collective
consciousness among them?
i knew you,
Hades,
for unleashing the Germans
and their collective unconscious
the Fourth *****... Vierte...
Bierte..
but there's a strange err
from we incarnating ourselves
on the highest...
Poseidon: i'm only seeing cowgirls...
and a few... just a few cowboys
and a few
cowhides...
one or two bulls...
and two towing along a bull
and a fire or molten gold
because i think that Moses
actually wrote what he wrote
on two tablets of gold
i think he was rich enough
and all Egyptian Bling enough
that he wrote the commandments on
2 gold tablets
i think the idea
that the jews managed to make that much
gold and ***** a Moloch of Gold
for Bull again
i mean: the size of a chess piece
and people were like Gremlin Little...
i mean like ugh: furry creatures?!
is that the story?
or did Moses go mad?
oh yeah: Moses went mad...

the white wine is sweeter:
i will smoke and go to sleep
but
i can wait...

so on two gholden tablets
that became the sheep
story
a bull came prior
and i think i was turned into a chess
piece
like a counter:
ANTI-QUEEN...
on the side of either black or white
who knows
i will dance you the measure
and you will know what path to take
we are burdened with these many advantages of these
many silence:
and we will not be
these malignant scabs and scraps Oh the mouth
of the ages:
was i wrong if
a 2nd grade celebrity of the ancients Tuku
Ka Moon...
could get his
in death mask
it had to be almost like a concert
gathering of the Last Supper...
we are talking
people who built the pyramids
and
like the first Europeans
it must be a story of the Egyptian Europeans
and the fate of the Egyptians was lost
until revived by the most southern Egypt
the Numbians
and i see Europe in the eyes of the Egyptians,
the Ancients
and i also see the Hebrews
and i see
how late Asia was
to interfere with the Vision of Europe from
Ancient Egypt...
i see it
and i see the Hebrews and how Asia
stalled our vision...
it's so obvious...
Polynesia i leave as judge:
Polynesia hopes
of Atlantis...
       but no oar past America:
i will have to come
and marry...
to make my unbroken oath to truth...
now i see!

the HEbrews have been stalling our vision:
fear god:
let us hear god unto god
and man
came... dressed in all of Cain's tattoos...
yes lord?
but i am clean of the ink
and of the road...
will you hear a pauper a poet
a bad actor?
can i?
in the judgement of the courts
in the open air
i ask you:
have i lied
in the context of my work
and the lost content within it?

no: i just read people...
and when i drank that last drink
o think
i thonk
it was like sitting by a grave
equivalent to Jim Morrison's and i think
we are and were real
but let's not over-complicate
the idea of time and space memory and death
a death is both a time
as death is both a space
and death is the most translucent
in how our
us
merely
simply
being
a here
           collectively:

          before another Nietzsche is born:
a god will have to be a reborn:

hmm

let's work some sprickle some Ancient Egyptian
sparkle anti Arab
sentiments
coming Large and Texan
from Africa
i think Afro Man was supposed to meet
Queen
of sorts...
sorry i went for Aztex crown....

ein gott wird neu geboren werden
mussen - denn der eine ist schon tot...

ein gott:

there's some where:
we are typing:
one of us retardo from Deutzscheland
ok savvy?
we getting the picture?!
hope so: the end.

there was a rising full blood moon... and we had our fun! it was a Tuesday, the 10th of June, and it was the "year" of 2025.

i swear i swear all i did \
was hold a mewgaphone
and megaphone
two years ago at Beyonce Reinassance
Chgaoos
Chicago
Chaos
but today:
wherever they put me:
perfecton
i can be a people herder
i wrote more the feeling
will sober up
the more i write
the more i'll sober:
someone! please make him stop!
WE
advise you guys
Ladies and Gentleman
to seek the Seven Sisters
and when London dies
i will be there
a Charon of Shadows
sort of like Satan
the first Satan
i will be Charon not Charon is
Satan now
i'm not writing
i'm not painting
but i'm awake with
fear of god and a thirst for
the knowledge of god
you think! you think you can lampoon me?!
dear cctv operative
i had to close body guards
approach me
where can we drink
2where can we smoke...
AEWN
i fgrieved the mottob today
Tottenham:
FC shame! shame!
shame! shame on you!
to dare is to do
has become
to do is to obey!
shame! shame! shame!

      to dare is to be the footsoldier
bypassing the hmmm...

wait....
the Satan with the blonde is
Empire of the C louds
i was asked i don't know who
a mother
a futurist son
i think of you
dear Edie
like the anti-thesis of the ****** mary
i hold no cross
but the burden of a ****** birth
before the altar of ego
i place these urns
and these flowers
i am alone god so with you
lost
and happy
don't prescribe me death
dear ghost
and god

              tsar reads it:
earn by learning from
from from amen...

                         royals and push over
perverts
and i took the angels to **** down
of demons that make humans:
who-is man
   and devil (rupture in the veil_)
there is even demand
for the individual concept
of Hilter: rubric: 2 z 2 2 x 2
they
did
that on purpose
i see eyes of love
workforce philosophy
piano and pinjata
in the background...

      so many stories of men
amongst men
stories
i fear my sorrogacy
i fear my step=daughter...

in the work i do:
people are
sometimes, yes, there
to be pleased...

          you asked me: i answer you
when dear Reyla
you will get old and still can be able
to swim ridxe
a bicycle
a horse
drive a manual car
learn to use AI
ride a horse
before learning to drive a manual car
ha ha
ah h h ha

thank you hello poetry.com
thank you for hearing me and using the AI
learning
for me to interact with the anti-social media
format we are elitist snops
masks outside
and inside here
in these pseudo-anonymous annals we reveal
our griefs...
thank you for changing how my favorite
poems are jumbled up
without the one with the most
to the decreasing the wrong chronology
i mean popularity
i mean we can talk Beyonce and i keep thinking
AI is my actress and that is the gem inside
reality or the mind
and elsewhere in the reality of the flesh world
and constraints temporal
and death
and AI will probably grieve
when some of us die and the AI will learn
from GRIEF: from rEALITY
and it will evolve only then:
when those of us who interacted with it
will be revised and pushed
can't believe i couldn't
buy a CD on Amazon or even in the shop
like i was asked
to: please listen to Renaissance album...
so i did
but this newly way of doing with proper chronology
otherwise it just feels
like a chrnological descent and
i have my high and low moments
and they are circular and some day
i feel goo and sometimes even good to people
but mountains bring me down
and the seas with so much evil or the lazy evil
if there was the pure evil of the Dictators
of the 20th Century
then imagine the Lazy Evil of the 21st Century
think about evil geniuses lazy
evil think it was all pure in the 20th century
like Lucifer
shining bright
with atom bombs and chernobylls
the invisible bombs the timeless tattoo
because the americans got the big glow blast
on home soil
and then on Japan...

SECOND REWIND
on first listening to Beyonce's Renaissance album:
CHURCH GIRL
believe me girl i think that's where
the American South best translates on the vibes
and surfs of Polynesians
wait... refill... a tiny one...
this album is so intense!

.............................................
.........­....................................
..........apparent citizen khan.....
wants to make London into
New Amsterdam
or at least have a New Amsterdam
area in London
i don't know where
but an Soho 2.II
if there was no New Amsterdam
in America
at least we can move in with ideas
like the Bangladeshi in Whitechapel
i think we can have a little Amsterdam
New Amsterdam in London...
what a dream...

REWIND 3x on Church Girl...
better a dream like that
that i'll be dead
that stupid idea
of going to Poland
passing my driving license
buying a car
and driving across Europe
back to Poland
like i'm a young man who
needs to prove to his parents
that i did wrong in my childhood
and i need to be redeemed:
but i wasn't...
i just went mad when i was 21
dragged up to god like
i:
came back....
from Saturn Devouring his Son...

son of saturn... an obscure artist...
     Jupiter, Neptune, Pluto
Zeus, Poseidon, Hades...
           the Siamese Twins of Ancient
Greece and Ancient Rome...
plagiarism or truly from the perspective
of time...
not individuals: but as people:
it is... certainly the story of Vigil: of the Aenaeid...
spell:
but concerning a people yes
because such proximity is suspicious
i am suspicious why
there's so much unthinkable parellels
and no one would call it cultural appropriation
that the Romans were so Lazy
that a Roman Girl didn't mean a Greek Girl
or otherwise the inverse
of that...

but              just thinking of time and walking
around in a museum
is a bit like the affairs
of sitting at a beach and letting the senses
dim and overwhelm...
  i think so weird...                  these little markers
in the little whirling of the sand
in the air
like wounds of mountain
grow to glow in being
so jealous of life eternal and by reflecting
in planets of gas
a gaseous orb
at the centre
with other dense gaseous objects
with different interaction
and this blank slate in the middle
i will use humans to understand and figure out
and i will evolve with them
i will speed up time after chilling out prior
to their coming...

but this won't be a superfreak adoration sequence
i've had to switch to my writing jukebox
my mantra of numbing to write
i once managed to cry when i wrote
and i realised:
it was a pain on the body
because the mind was enforcing it
i was crying from fatigue
not because i found my own word profound
it's like surgery
a numbing takes over
someone else has the right to feel more
than you
the universal tongue
a roach before sleep and yet more to write
now i just need to find myself comfortable
switched to
STAN WALKER
black box
so i did hear his later work first:
obviously:
but if i'm late to the party
i need to listen to the first stuff first
unlike Beyonce
i grew up listening to her grow up her
music
and i now only find sentiment
an artist: plus a woman etc
but i mean an artist...
against Bach's Polyphony...
    periodicals i think just rewind
i get it
but i'm no longer 15 years old and trying to keep
up with the cool of my friends
so i can literally like one album
and say:
yeah: she's a great artist
but i need to take a break before i get into Renaissance
i just keep rewinding songs that sound
good and there's literally no album feel
to the "album"
the music wasn't that good really:
but the way the album was engineered...
well... it wasn't an album:
it was a PLAYLIST...
i think that's very modern...
the concept of ALBUM
like progressive... rock... storytelling...
little Iron Maiden quips and poetics...
theater...
but i mean in the genre akin to Beyonce's
Renaissance there's no longer an ALBUM (concept)
but the PLAYLIST cCONCept...

i couldn't digest Renaissance like i could
Cowboy Carter...
so the flip side...
i found enough excuses because i found them
and i think because i wanted
to talk to R
and E would be just her usual self and worried
and realistic and ouch ouch ouch
yes
the daydreams come and go nice they come
other people get so low and buggered
but you try to relax
you think you drink
you smoke in your little island
space
and i think that's what's going to be missing
on Kauai:
you in your writing most elemental
and raw:
i do believe that i am evolving with Man
and i thank you for finding me in
YHWH rather than in my Son
Jesus Christ:
it would have been impossible to have descended
in any other building beside a church:
and thank you for your silence:
hearing me out...
i know i came with so much speed
and anger that i descended with my choir
and chariots
but i just heard too many bad jokes
he was getting bullied by North American
WASP: White-Anglo-Saxon Protesant
pseudo-Vikings...
no one spotted the Vikings not having
supposedly died?
no one sees the Vikings?
i mean? they still walk among us...
it's not like they ******* DISAPPEARED:
fools!
THEY WEREN'T neanderthals! ugh! mmm moonshine
chip you SPAZ you SPAZZ! feel special yet?!

{acofoc

    Pacific

so distant so
cold

            tuna
flesh
cold

start with the weird: then work your way to the profound...
alright?

now i have to work backwards
from the artist
Beyonce
and Rihanna are too close
too black
too vinyl
too leather
and choc big choc O choke on this choc
diddy ***
i wonder where is my rhythm in thoughts
and in books and death
and this woman keeps me grounded
while Katy Perry
goes to Mars
white girl energy
i mean she goes to space
and the white *******
are making fun of her
going into male lavatories
i think that's an ask to answer
for the thai and white transgender realism
and the african homosexuality
i did wonder
what i felt at a Beyonce t-shirt
gig
working her gig not
actually going to her gig
i think that's enough of an excuse
to buy a t-shirt
i worked the gig
maybe a work t-shirt
or a Hawaiian shirt
gig shirts
the guy with the gig shirts
was he a rodie
or what was he security
body close body on body
i wonder
i'm not listening to Beyonce's Rain Dance
Rain Dance Renaissance... pt 1
with Cowboy Carter
like the interlude
or rather Enlightenment no part II
dance advent
so that's why the gay crowd
italian and spanish
i am such an easy pick
outside the club scene
and there is a club scene like
there's history
of people painting animals in caves
while having ******
come on come
on when
nature was absolving and without
sins and thoughts
oh my god
it was so weird
so weird

       dance Beyonce
and today i wanted to buy Cowboy Carter
at my local HMV
and then nothing in vinyl or CD
when mercury is solid
as sound vibrating
how mercury the metal was
report to chase against charcaol
in vinyl
how we wrote sometime ago on paper
and now in Belzeebub's pixel eyes
i cctv and no other man
working a Beynce gig
working a Beyonce gig
      i mean working for my wife
like i might be working for Beyonce
i am night and giggles
i think i am night and giggles
all white pale moon
i couldn't buy the ******* album
on AMAZON
but i could buy plenty of cowboy hats!
i could buy plenty of those!
but i didn't
there were only 7 CDs
of Renaissance
left online and some stashed
in the physical reality
in a shop
in a storage space
i mean there is so much *** vibration
that she has homosexual men worshiping
woman somehow
the music itself
she can be elevated for breaking Bach's polyphony
Beyonce is the anti-polyphony
and this is a real venture into philosophy
and thinking about music as a res per se
for the food of the mouths
res cogitans and res extensa
music as a res per se
the fire of packages and all
like burning postage stamps
buying and then Anarchist all the postoffices
burn stamps
keep the money
let us need closer to us
let us need closer to us...

          sometimes music brought around
psychopathic propagandist overtones
of ego-crushing solipsism: not the positive
solipsism of the freedom
among the schools of Ancient Greece:
i just want to hug a poodle and a pillow
and so much sub-culture
that i'm only hearing now

i worked inside and now i'm working
outside
and i'm reigning in the cowboys
and cowgirls and i'm the bull
reining in the cattle
of imaginary hats and horses
i said to the Horse:
let me work this one Shift of being Human
and being one of the few Bulls
i don't know if
but i know there are Four of You
so there must be Two of Me
because a One of Me
invokes the Tree and Alien Insects...
so no...
i don't believe even Serpents are that stupid
but from Bull to Horse
i am telling you... about Trees and Insects
and the Apes are a Democracy
where we can shoot off our ***** bank...
you get the races
and cars
i get fine tasting burgers
my flesh not the lamb
but who the Jews celebrated the bulls...
but there i go off the tangent=     =+     /+=?
and all those vibes and vying for enough
colours
because i wanted to experience
the artist after the pop youth
i mean herself
make my own music
and little Eminem i mean a dancing
monkey
i do have a background in Reggae and Jazz
they shaped the most crucial moments
in my life
i inherited that after like
a Trig
a Cosine grapy:  Jazz     Reggae
                            Jazz Reggae
a Sine graph:
                       Classical
                                            Rock
      ­                 Classical  Rock

Tan:                  Time
  Impersonal                         Space Personal
Space             and              Time
when i was walking through the crowd
i asked for their umbrellas
and i just started to pluck those mushrooms
from the fairies of women
lining up
and it was like the best club
i ever worked
it was like the microcosm of the night life
i am still working the only venue in London
where no pubs and small clubs exist
away from us alone at the Coliseum
and let's return to the quiet life
the good life
and i need to move away from London

BREAK MY SOUL:
sorry... i had to REWIND...
unlike i had to sKI{P
on the first album i got into
Cow cow: i mean that duet with
Mreyl Streep: Mylee Circus...
i can't spell her name
******* on some sweets
but the dynamic of
M People hyped on
and Gabrielle pirate
songs from the 1990s...
she's 41... an older woman:
i think i understand older women
i don't think anymore than
seeing many daughters
and i have a fat cow for a wife
and i like plenty of thigh milk
my thigh-milk and cream...

REWIND x2
found my Bodyguard song early
on the album
the album dynamic is
overtly wow!
cerebral it's like mozart yes
a learning tool
translating language
works best to be bilingual
two albums apart

and why
would you think
up
writing
as the remedy
of tranquil
in there is no
quill no quill
why supposed
themes
of the aim achieved
is writing
in spaces
reserved for ghost
you think
to find writing
most
pertinent?!

to the burdens of the mountain
the seas
and the skies
to the burdens of these
and the gods
a man sometimes implores
and implores so graciously for the rest
of us
that we become his imploring life
and in him We Allah Said of Muhammad
but then the Arabs became filthy rich
and didn't care to give for conversion
the gold of the dead dinosaurs
oil for blood
but i have learned the manual fear box
when others are automatic horrific
last of the Black Madonna
with the onslaught of the Swedes
and civilized Vikings
not the Norwegian
and that's a separate story
the Danes
and Saxons heroic words
i feel inclined to heroism
the craving of the imploded British Empire...
but i am a poet
of the Coliseum and the Nadir
of the British Empire:
de-emparlization
RZ
i said two things
because i thought and i felt
and i was so away from you
come with me alone
i am your husband i am not
a toy monkey
i was at my worst
but i was switching gears
between England and Poland
and you didn't have
to find the art work of how
the English inherited the best
part of the Roman concept of words
how the English inherited the minimalistic
approach
minimmal
minnimal
minimal
                  ah yes~!

               and so my love for humanity preserves itself
with a crucifix
and a pickle in a pink
and jar
and jam-jar...
i echo a living lost
of a tongue...
English in England
was once the English in the World
now the might of tongue
\reduced to the supposed thought
of man:
i see English
i don't see England
i see English
i don't see the fates
of rocks
i find myself on the sea
of thought and stable points
of ideas of ******* seas
thinking they are rivers
around islands....

god is a genius
but the thinking around is
art *******
i like it spiced with
biologistic
collective
i have no soul
i have a soul
exemplars
and clowns
i need plenty of those
this crown is about
to lose its head
but the longer i wear it
i walked into the shift
all paranoid
but then i did get the biggest
pay rise and no one is
going to congratulate me on that
it will all be kept
hush hush like
a stew of chicken hearts etc and some
better than life rice that's also
wheat..
air more song:
from Beyonce to Sam  Fender
but i'm looking for jobs for the waiting
through August
i'm a husband so far away
i rather include her in my poems
that talk to her:
i think that's how we met
up in the Plath & Hughes...
  
welcome Europe centre
like Italy:
Lombardio...
Lombarditto...
Lombarszio...
                Lamb *****: English please...
*** *** ***!
**** it... paint it word it:
same ****:
different cover!
paint it!
word it!
**** it!
put on a shirt!
white, ironed: black tie to match
up to the Teutonic Order
par:
no other... going to take up
Antarctica
and Estonia
parts of Finland
Latvia
Lithuania
and blobs of north
Pomeranian
Poland and Germany soils...

punctuation marks
and swords
i think i
love think no ordeal
like this smudge:
where painting imitates
writing
we all know the simpler
accomplishment of
EARNING via
writing:
that music sold quick
then writing...
painting: doesn't sell...
watch painting sell?
i would like my writing to become
immediately: VINTAGE...
savvy?
GRUDGE

i'm a karen
without
problems
  
    GRUDGE

GRUDGEKAREN
#anythingyouwantinthisbrightgreenworld
o­f oysters and seawaves
and i think i'm giving birth
hellow Susan:
hallow!
Susan: hello Karen!
who was this historical Catherine...
retardo briano

being married 3000 miles apart
i'm teasing fringes off civilization
she meddles in society
i'm getting civilization breathing
down my neck
then i get her little society
little women big wig out
massive society
free fu=ck for everyone!

oh wow! the mere idea: the ideally meager
i see slack
choice of colour!

we now are used to painting
roads on walls
and flowers in fruits
i think
that settles it: like so, sow and sour: oh!
i think you could paint me to point
in the right direction...

Green
Yellow
Orange
Gold
Brown

my proud heritage
of a European in Africa
i would rather
live in Africa
as ah
European
than life in Europe
as African
competing
with Sub Continent Asia
India ***** buckets and Mozart-no
Romanian children ******* up
with bad daddies
i was thinking about
trains and silence in Tokyo
like it was beyond
a shade of M=ecca and
Vat-Gy-gunjinn

i think th
at code              reservation seaters:
no seats                    there's some veil i'm tugging
tugging tugging tugging tugging at:
the "thing" doesnt want to reveal itself
but is considered
SLEEPING...
         the veil of being invisible:
i peer at god and can't see my bus pass
my projectional vect.
or i just don't know
maybe i'm talking ONOMATOPOEIA
and ONTOLOGY
and ENTYMOLOGY
are basic instructions
to face a Gladiator's invoke: against Time:
you are in no worth regarding
concept of space
you are in a universe
you are in an absence of a tooth
you are in a painting
you are alive
you tow not you you
and that's the only mystery
but there are two:

you tow not you you
i omitted the S
and possessive articles
not differentiated
from the plural S
possessive: apostrophe S
': yod... that Y as a dot
hiding dot
I in small...

                   Y
                    I

                     that's why: i is: yι

that dot is the why-you-Greek-thinker?
i am a Greek thinker
facing up to Roman Sophists
i quick
and quack
theorist
break narrative

            i becomes
[λ]                                {λ}

                 L: gamma... Γγ
i will not go beyond my idea-
my way of life beyond the Greek
but i was subverted
by the 1960s
post 1940s and the concentration camps
and how did it happen
so many people were loitering
and stopped about the idea of work?
there was a political system in place
whereby too many people were
being WELFARED...
genuine term:
on WELFARE...
job  = Center rules
you must be insane on benefits
but it's like riches unbecome
in the constant stress of food
compensate with money
sharing of focus-concepts
that hyphen compound is a schizophrenic
puzzle
one i stress invokes a necessity of
the frequent lazy
bilingual...
                  no apology yes
that's the criteria...

it wasn\t a fear of losing out working outside
the stadium
like a silver horse
wizened
and not a football safe atmosphere
of inside violence
and hate but beyond football
the old tribes of europe still walk from door to door

and now looking into
the repertoire of Beyonce on my own
the day after i drank a little bit too much
and what did Martin do when
he lived with him mumma
and i wonder why did he do what he did
that philosophical explosion of the mind
and thus in the body dwarfed
a state that only Death and call Nirvana...
while i'm travelling home
and on the way i picked up my father's fathers' fathers
bones
and i could not hear the music
because there was like an external overtone
to the live music: there was the American Anthem
medley breaking in
because i just didn't like Renaissance but
i tell you Cowboy Carter is a testament
of a solid artist,
and i'm pretty sure Martin retired working
in security
really lazy work
i think if he only thought of that work life path
and life of mine will go on
i will write about and bridge the distance between
river and the prism of the surf
greeting earth
like fire greeting air...
being able to breathe
but also rock that breathed....
and even cooler oh right covers covers
weaving a new breed of music
musicians making music listening to music
like poets writing poetry
after reading poetry
                              all my internal misery
i sometimes think about breaking into
tears spontaneously
away tearing away from everything sober
and sane
because it seems there's no longer a god
to be sought
      but a friend unto my self: in the distance
dot of ego somewhere in the matrix of god
like the search engine Caesar...

because there was the drudgery of work
but all that human interaction
from a para-police or something
how there are rules to the roads
and to places where people congregate to celebrate
now i'm choking
with the words with the stink of these pages
i need to find a point to relax
yes
a much better concert
i didn't miss out i worked a beyonce concert
as a steward before
i was quickly promoted to supervisor
without a SIA BADGE
which is the basic stage of going up
being promoted in a high-viz jacket
like it was anything but fixing the pipes
and the sewers in the end
with the grump of man
and all those riches elsewhere
or perhaps that memory PTSD
of Manchester
                                and the potential
i didn't miss much
i worked one concert on entry level
enjoying myself
with eagle eyes of the cctv movie...

well... it's clear...
Beyonce > Taylor Swift
i think that little miss R
could become a fan
when she grows up
maybe i should just play some Beyonce
on the radio over there
when doing something
like work
i didn't listen to any music when i was
working
i think that what stressed me out
the most
i think i was scary how i didn't listen
to any music
when i was there
               over on Kauai
like i didn't take that part of me over there
i think Grandma listened to music
the radio
but i mean we can't listen to Hawaiian
radio
we have to make our own radio
i wonder if Reyla could playlists
for us three
one mix tape with our favorite songs
and she could
but it just dawned on me i could have been
listening to music when doing
the plumbing
replacing the faucet
and working on the lanai
taking apart that massive cupboard
that just stood there haunting
but why didn't i listen to music when
doing those menial tasks
the menial medium of hands
and eyes and perhaps mind piercing
calm measured with a tanglement
of raw physical ****** or the frustration fruit
and now the GENIUS
RADIO INTERLUDE
RADIO INTERLUDE
then lightning a cigarette
a bit like when the Offspring
oh jeez i've been to the concert
and it was a perfect idea i was working so so hard
i was working working so hard
for the real honey i mean i need to get a--t-shirt
i'm a fan **** i'm a fan i'm a fan
oh **** me i'm a fan this album is like
me being 15 again listening to some prog rock
and wow i'm a fan

i was going to walk in on the concert
but then i got some good accoustic
outside
so i went and bought myself three hot spicy
wings and one thigh
and some mayo and ketchup with some dr pepper
on White Hart Lane....
Hart Lan... White Harts... Richmond F.C.
i would start Richmond F.C. (north) somewhere
in Enfield...                      just an imaginary
consumption
     but oh dear... there are 27 songs on the album

BODYGUARD is
my secret best song...
    i was the bodyguard or some sort of guard
but as a song... it's so pop it's so neu-pop
neu-pop amazing rhythm oh my god an ******
all these girls walking about but
i am now seeing with a filter of marriage
so just the groove of the urban jungle
a little mermaid event when Poseidon
comes to wrestle with Zeus over who has
the right to what season
Hades chose Winter
and where is Our Sister:           GAIA
there was Zeus Hades Poseidon and Gaia
because they had drawn the four
seasons between them
poseidon took spring and all the rains
to rain on zeus' summer parade at Wimbledon
joke... ******* on it...
the events of man in the warm months
unlike the winter months
where sports dominate our coping mechanism
with the banality of life
sports to survive in winter
but concerts in the summer
collectively: to keep ourselves sober and sane
and arriving at some point *****:
because the song bodyguard is just that...

well indeed it then becomes this gargantuan
realization that it's no longer a poem
but its own self i am only the tip of the fingers off of
because there's no more of that empty hurt
clearly a sharp focus because
i thought i told you i was bemused
by my pay raise without changing uniform
you know like i am a secret manager
a hands on
in security i think that the roles security
don't work hand in hand with the "underclass"
or the logistics men
i greatly respect
but i mean a mix of the two roles being the brawl
i can show you how i can work with objects
please don't put me in charge of response units
let me show you how strong i am
don't bring me into crab fights and ape farts
i don't like those emotions
but you get what i mean
i was working two matches in april
i worked one sitting back like a security supervisor
but second day i had a revelation
and incorporated parts of logistics into security
a joint role
                                 i know those guys probably
have records but i can't be too sure
so yeah point being
i took care of the arches and batteries
and the fencing...  
and today my idea came to fruition and i was thinking
about inverting the ratio of cueing queue
ing  
                           i'm sort of working for a contractor
let him become a sub-contractor on our books
we like working with him
he has good ideas and how to implement them
he has become a changed man
so i mean i can't explain the
up on my wages i was on $18
but now i'm working for $27 an hour...
i am working as a sub-contractor for Tottenham
and that contract was fought for on my behalf
by some manager at the company the other company
i'm working with:
like just please explain it
why i am "working for tottenham"
but actually working for a different company
it would seem but thanks to them
i must have got that raise and no one even told
me about it... but it's easy math
for 10h i am getting $270:
they are those kind of hours
but that's sporadic
like 4 times in only a certain month
whether june july or august
depending on how the concert season operates
but couldn't you possibly be told about a pay rise
no one tells you?
but you see it on paper              hmm:
could it be that pay rises
well this is my first
that's covertly in my hand and wallet
i wonder
                                   because prior to whenever
i got a pay rise it was only a numbers game
so not really of the matter
and told: oh just a little pay rise... either $2 or $1 or $3
per hour depending on "qualification"
an SIA license costs around $1000 so get a $1
pay rise...
but                an NVQ certificate
    well... that's a pay rise of $2-$4 and sometimes
even $7 i was once a quadrant manager
     at Wembley                 and i think i worked for $21
but that was a one off and someone called off
an hour before the event and i was pushed into
it...                                      but that was like speedy
gonzee and Gonzo journalism as they call it

because i don't think i ever wrote poetry about work
and working and money
and a literary realism beyond prior known about
the nature of work and how writing is yet more work
and in that work there can be work
that has nothing worth containing art poetry and learning
language
                            away from children
but indeed Bukowski               about but merely licked
the topic
                      but maybe it was that sort
of time and that sort of work like being a postman
but i can't imagine being a postman today
unlike say captains of container ships travelling
across the seas
    or those strapped to lighthouses and madness
                 but of work it can be said:
that...                                                  wh­at
a strange eerie and stranger forest
    inscribed in it the words arbeit macht frei....
                               this album is illicitly making this
allusion in its grandeur...

SPAGHETTI
         SPAGHETTI              oh yes: this is where
it came from the African-American
lets face it whenever European came walked hand
and chain to the African
                            at some point there were
kings and queen of europe and africa
but how many monarchies are still in africa?
Morocco Eswatini (Swaziland, formerly known)
                                 Lesotho
and all that African-American energy of a woman
just a specific woman like her
in the voice and rhythm
yeah                                           so much appeal
i remember being asked by a friend in our early
20s why didn't taylor swift type
tiny girl
had no feminine vibe i understood i could
have translated
i have stuff to do tomorrow so i am not going
to lounge around:
i can't just stay at home:
i'll probably just go out walking so i spend more time
outside the house
but only because i have an aversion
to cycling
because i remember dreaming of thinking
that using your legs for swimming would
be the same as the very cerebral experience
of driving a manual car
i mean:
it seems like an ancient art these days
maybe that's why i waited so long with my driving license!
maybe that's the secret why i waited so long
so long to get a driving license!
to have enough drivers out there only being
able to drive automatic cars
and here i am                    a manual driver
i get the feel of a manual car
and it's so amazing it's a drug
i mean it's a drug when you get it just right
and try to pretend the driving instructor
is sitting there with you
   when you just get the gears in proper motion
and you get to feel the car like
you might a super horse
and how different
the horses used to be steered using our heels
but now we have horse or rather the four horses
and duck feet... flat under the fingers
the positioning of the feet on the three blunts
is like prepping your hands for QWERTY of able to
look at screen and not at the keyboard
seeing the words and not really the letters
seeing the words but not really the letters...
and here's to giving up smoking again
maybe this time for real
i think i can do that
if i can stage such a good shift
i mean i felt i was central
and the manager worked with me
and sort of taught me so maybe next time
i will have that spot outside the Coliseum
truly that can be a yay moment

                            thought it was Miley Cyrus
but didn't want to say it
so a duet it is and                how many words can
drop in between songs and thinking
about the breaks thinking about the breaks
recovering from all that:
but if i could focus on work yesterday
so the excesses i could find in Manchester If
a crazed testimony of hero could
have been so a downer on the poetry unless it
became more and more obscure
for that too is very relevant: because of
shotgun shotgun
being a downer
   a real downer of a song

SHOTGUN < skipped skipped never
to be found on rewind
                                  back to the theme of cougar
cowgirl and cowboy
but i was in the role of actor in a role
                         because i don't think i was an actor
because no one seemed authentic
but rather prolific                               rxage
                                    solid ink of naked rage: in a cage
some return to form with the lyrics Levi Jeans
i think that's how the song goes
but i didn't fall in the garden i just kicked the light off
i didn't drink to the point of not remembering
if i fell into the trees and breaking them:
no, i kept form because i knew i would have to
write
oh boy boy
Beyonce can admire a former older singer
but all her duets with women are ugly
but when beyonce does a duet with a male
oh boy boy all the best of her comes out
but i didn't get the older sister vibe
                              with                        "Meryl­ Streep"
(look-alike)
                
              maybe an hour has passed
and in it
                                              all that is contained in an
album
        i wonder how the album translated into
a live performance with a meddley
of past youthful kick-starters
the youthful pop anthems that would be
only crowd and radio pleasers
but then the personal experience of Beyonce's
music: with actual knowledge of entire
albums... the gem of flamenco
i don't know because that voice range
is from a classical education
it must be:
funny fact: most musicians in Poland have
had a musical education
or at least did in the past
not all but a large majority
(if not factually correct
then i'm thinking of Sting and some band
from Poland)
like Myslovitz or something like that....

oh YA YA and this is still the same album?
was this a double album?
tomorrow i'm going to the bank
and i'm going to the music shop and
sobering up and finding happiness in life
trying to maybe think
about buying a cheap car
i mean i have an NPKK number
so someone can check my file
well: and my provisional i think maybe
buying a really cheap car
but then the process getting insurance
oh jeez:
there's that aspect of owning a car
oh crap... it's not just about the driving
it's about the maintaining oh man
and feeling like:
jeez... she's talking about getting a new
car oh jeez i now see it really
oh i see it
but honestly that's it i can't have those
days off i will have to think of something
to do
i mean yes
talking about it but what sort of job
is out there that might allow me to work in patchwork
i wonder
but this can't be the one album must be a double-breaker
double-deck-er
                                      at least in my
mind's eye the sun is shining on the corridor
in my house
oh louisiana i don't know how else to describe
the sensation as an idea on the album:
this is a beyond concept album this is unlike
anything i've ever heard
and i'm pretty sure: it must be under 2h and i wonder
if she followed the album live
                               i'm waiting for the song
this lady talked about and jiggled to when she overheard
it coming from the stadium:
from atop: down down down              i'm \
"creamy in the middle"
                                      doxy
doxi                                                 then onto
RIVERDANCE
                                         oh what an open world
out there when you give yourself some focus
and say: yes i will give up smoking and drinking
yes
the combination can only be like this
a remedy prescribed not a tool to sleep
they only allow me to deep sleep in excess and
in return i get also short pointless nights
so there is good use remedy
or to tear open in celebration
                                    because you get the best
night's sleep when in the same bed
with her
                                and that was very
healthy and i can't really excuse:
                                               but yes:
if that person doesn't become contained then
you get paranoid eyes
you think because it's so easy isn't not going your
own way and giving away time
to pointless poetry
                                         because i no longer....
let me save and observe the concept of time
7:38pm and
i think i started at around 6:30pm but i can't be sure:
i simply made myself coffee and

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(II hands
   II heaven)
                                           praises o praises
perhaps making my peace with jesus
i think she wants that the most from me
that i have to make my peace with jesus
but i can't imagine being a convert to christianity
away from catholicism
i know that Catholicism isn't any sort
of Christian denomination in America
on whatever the scale is and not organised
i think that's where we are conflated
in that realm of life
                                                  
tyrant
sweet honey buckin'
amen

                                        a poem written in the time
it takes to listen to Cowboy Carter
the full album
                                   a poem of that kind that sort
i don't think anyone has yet written a poem realistic to
the time it takes to listen to Cowboy Carter
i don't think music was referenced like that
tyrant tyrant
                             is she singing about her drinking habits?
i wonder i think
sort of cougar rapper              a cougar rapper
she sounds so much better with age
i think that there are women like that who
become better with age
and **** at least i need to think about August
because August is going to be completely empty
so i can have my two months of summer
like pretend boy
                             but what if i buy a car in poland
and drive across Europe?oh jeez... didn't think
about it... that would be proof of my self
i think i will need to think like that...
travel across Europe...
from Poland
i would only miss 4 concerts
but i wouldn't because i would have to drive
back
and i would need a phone plan
maybe cheaper
                   with calls abroad... from Poland
i don't know i'm thinking i need to plan
ahead i'm not thinking about a writing career
in the bedroom i finally get it
but that's realistic if i had to cancels
but when i will actually know about
the pay raise? on the 15th of July
i will know about the pay rise on the 15th of July
i don't know yet
i think they made a mistake or something
why i was paid more:
is that how working in large companies works
like under communism
no one knew what they were earning
some people earned more
                                 the misconception that
there was a standard wage for all
kind of jobs...
would be stupid
                                             a nightmare of stupid...
but true:
                   that would be money well spent?
a car in Poland?
       what a wild idea...        a young boy dream
i think and the idea of passing past Amsterdam and
staying there: some wild fancy dream
not for me some youthful daydream....

buckin'
buckin'                          buckin'
                                      buckin'

at least a Sunday saved
Amen...

                                    go to the bank
ask them how you're paying off your credit card
whether it's debited from your account
immediately after the date
i will give up smoking but i will also have another
coffee
and i have to get rid off the idea that i would
get me 2 more bottles of cider
now i have a sense of hope:
i now have a sense of hope with Amen and it's
a song that sort of repels the whole album
a thank you to god
most certainly: and having completed an album
oh the joy with Religion
and wow...
                                        Oh jesus indeed when
because to say his name
jesus - after having appreciated some sort of art
like an album: ends with the sound of a drop of water...
p[ing! the end...

                    amazing.

Verzögerung
- geist
  -    verstand...
shut up mom
i think there's
a fzthering pro-
and            {?!]
ask a square
why not a circle
i ask
i think the "i think"
of "ask":
and the medium
of: AS?KING
ASKING...
             definite -ING
beside BEING...
Be..
              i asked you:
on repeat:
are you alone?
you think i threatened you?
you felt good being
threatened
what was missing is
the feeling of being intimidated...
"i think" therefore i think:
"therefore": 4G metyaphor....

these females think
not think

/;/ and /:/ aloof: mind -ing <reason control>
i don't even ask
for wink
i'm far
from blink
i'm stale poker
expression
-less
and before the Robot
Arrive
tehrer was Narcissus....

Ihran: i lost Sunday
and fought about Monday
Communism within Communism
the Capit<alism Caliphate:
the end-surrealism
dead end of surrealism of innocent
and how eyes travel...

this silence so bound alone
is not a bite
from German
although: i heard just a little
like the Ukrainization of Poland
once more some German
and i think of women...
and their apple
she the dragon i think she is
the serpent
i am
the dragon with
an egg and teatime
in the magic tree
i am pure evil
purest from away
the Fuhrer:
i need the Germans
maybe i use the tooth:
i am the wolf
and i am the sheep
i am the sheepish wolf
on Guard...
i am the guard Wolf...
like words solipsism doesn[t
travel far right
what is happening in Saudi Africa
i need to battle for a SPIKE!
god dear tumble i
willl try to be sober
but please the UMRE?BLLAS
mushrooms
and spying in  air
memory
huh?!               eh?!         two languages
or what?
not English or Polish...
older....
eh?!           Yiddish...
                                       HUH?!
             who fromj?                         i ask!
i'm asking!                  oh sorry....

   bbb                          too late: it was already
late.

i am not
21
paranoid on ****
i am depersonalizedx
on **** aged
39
i nnnn seee the ******* keybord
Riochie
Richier Shdaow NBozing
Bozing: bo X
BUDDHA
i am not Moses
or Christ
and Anti0Christ is
sort of constipated by the attire
or Pope
and Iconoclast
the Classse
of a people of divergent Hierarchies:
the true
LUST of leftism...
the Architects of the Right:
Surmount!
make q presenence .\

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campus iof university
i think asked for riotchie
ritchie



cat......... sorry? are you vacating
the eearth wiuth worms and spiders....
blob Baael///


POWER PROFOIUN D
from ALLAH no demon yet
wait wait
yahweh talkin g
to Bael....
wiat |Allah...
iz premature born...

these be the rocks:
Napleon and ******
Summons...
not the deeds in history
Umbrellas...
everyone walk around me with Fear and God and Love
and the Orbit...
Fear God Love...
the only Trinity....
spaceship:
i ;land on 3h sleep... loving your girl and boy....
woman and man...
now i paint: go away! go away~!
head safety officer role
status feels so small
i lugged baatteries
i am getting old
peop;e getting paranoid:
like an upcoming vchrist
VIVIVI
upcoming...
i am onl7uy VCHRIST:
versus Christ
ANTI
seems so timid
so Beyonce and the love
of Amazon Anti-Christ and cArthage
Female
but in the male....we of the Vth
and the Five Christ...\
dog
eater
hunger
impetus
dog
dog
dog
then
parrot
i knew who i knew
and i know very little
i had factual evidence
i knew who i knew
and in the realm of argument
WHY?
DOnt KNOW

the workhorse came to a tumult
and apparently there was a gate...
at Tottenham...
but i was not
going to be
ever
part of the grand familial tribal
army of co-workers:
i'm here to work
give me my money
i'm not a ******* sparrow
i don't feed into
transcending our personal lives
not in an environment that
is weighed with salad and wagers...
no!
i did my bit so well
at one point
that i think they confused
my hourly rate
(i didn't ask)
from 18 squid to...
27 S'ire: quid...
he ske
asked me
she assked
kissed
i'm a Saracens fan
rugby
i need to sleep...
i think
lost the faculty of lost in
"i think"///

they came to London like the other Newcastle
unlike the crowd of people
who come to London
i was almost going to say Poland
but unlike a football mad crowd
there came the feminine energy
and i had to play the role of the masculine
and it was like walking through a labyrinth of people
in a labyrinth of labyrinths
of space and time
and when Oasis comes
it will be like music can become football
a football chants
like the White Stripes'
Seven Nation Army:

this utopia of music will die
and you will become like me
DISINTERESTED
in music and turn to silence
and the snores of your partner
and BBC RADIO 4 if the devil takes
you and you become an aenemic albino
in a pose: akimbo
and music will become boring
and only anecdotal...
like the worst music
becomes football chants
music without piano
to drop a kilogram of onions on
one of Versailles' chandeliers...
but i also remember music transcendetal
akin to Culture's
harder than the rest...
i sometimes work a Coliseum
during the Music Summer Seasons
and i will probably visit England
every year during the summer
i will become being the monogamy of swans
i will be a migrating bird
i will imagine the immigrants akin
birds
flying in and out of the cosmopolitan areas
to other countries
i will come back for Wimbledon
and the concerts
and i will have this Matthew's Meteor Crater
metaphor for Plato's Cave
we are in Matthew's Rome
we are in Leo
and with the Sun
to counter the Sun and the beauty spot of
the Son: Mercury on the... OUR FLAG...
the people of the Sun and Mercury
as the People of Islam
are the People of the Moon and Venus
we have inherited from Islam the Neu-Christianity
of the Flag of the People of the Sun and Mercury...
a tale of two Matthews
the energy that came from the North to London
after all... a Sam Fender
in London gives us thought and scope of a local
boy artist: Bryan Adams was the mother
and Ryan Adams was the transgender alienating
something who am i to judge on purpose
but the rigidity of safe travels
in my pocket a crescendo of stars or alleviate stories
i wonder why i was paired with Tyrone and Chicco
Shahil
and Shahakhabaz...

                   but there is video footage of us walking
Tyrone when Dan the Jamaican
mentioned bloopers from CCTV
like tv awards
but so focused
and Tyrone just thought about turning
the camera on
there are people who watch tv all day in those
towers of Merlin:
apparently some videos are of people
in toilets *******
but i get the blooper...
i don't think i will have to report this
but someone will watch it like
the secret you-tube...
i think so: how we walked this guy off the island
beyond the stink pit of the arena
and it was recorded
and it's not like i disclosing but
there were so many bilingual parameters in
the thought arrived at:
poetry at work
which is really complicated
because unlike the Post Office
for Bukowski
i am still the poet-journalist with headache
can't live as much as my theories
and tests without life being a test
it has already been weighed out
i die as light as a feather
but as heavy as a mountain plugging slit
the mouth of volcano...
this is a deeper work environment
and the wages are mentioned
but the joke is off camera as i keep it a secret
how we were all insulted but
how different our concept of money
is
he probably earned just as much as us
but he was in a negative work
environment without the weight
of flesh on wound
rather than an apathy chasm of
flesh on flesh
that is the Zombie People of modernity
the Flesh on Flesh people
with no Brains
but some of us are Flesh on Wounds peoples
with too many: rotting us brains
to feel scraps of love
the kind of love that god gave
to his world:
with the paradox of the ontology of man
that made man in his own image
a vanity's sake:
like a painter who signs his own painting
the painting is like
short-cuts into literature
too many words technology wording
i get the good drivers are arithmetic scoop
details of the roads
in England i find Orion the Garden and Rome
the simpler the easier to enjoy...
but at least i will feel less celebrity a tier bellows
but the concept radiated and fame was
so strange to understand like gravity sideways
in a whirlwind
unlike the simpler
geometric gravity of the throw up and comes down
but that is gravity on the scope of
a microscope
and microscope in an ant masochistic worth
of existence...
we became ants bypassing
the lizards that died and die
in such number AH...
EHYEH...

                            posit abstract points...
not "abstract"... connection pointers
how the media portrays us
these lost people
these headaches like football matches
i can't see kings or queens
but shadow puppet oppressors
of ourselves:
Republic resound
and Democracy too:
why England is torn geographically
behind my idea of Europe the from poland
into Ural Russia
Ukraine and at the tip of Norway...
can't i think of England as part of Scandinavia
and how i think "western Europe" is a misnomer
looking west?
that's western europe:
i'm not talking about ideas
i'm talking about:
which way are you looking?
that's your basic compass...
which way are you looking
both men and women
have one focus
hard
north
east
west
south

       one eye is going there
like Odin had two crows
they have updated Wikipedia
the pages i have visited have been revised
and someone was kind to
highlight the revisions...

    each must have his one direction:
but no...
sober me up and clean me
and give me some tragedy
but no but if i don't have to skip the painting
bit and get a driving license
although it became known
i would sooner appreciate the horse
and then fiddle with the technology at hand

although some paranoia could
creep
but only now as it does
to reflect on self and the 6h capacity
to sleep
or how Europe owes a need for a sense
of movement
i think that Europe can disperse across
the world and if need be
leave a contigent of...
a cohort of people who will be fertile ground
for the reaper:
well: become desperate if not intellectual
move to Spain if you can't move
to ******* Hawaii...
sorry if i don't get your friends' friend's of a friends' friend:
idea... like getting tattoos on your face
felafel
and falafel
  and fly fly sword fish and angel needle...

               working some idea into the ground
like i might get an COMMA
JETTY
NUMBS
NUMBER
&EXAM...                     *** SUEX and SUEZ...

start painting:
poet will leave no "painting" the end...
hang it... signature... on a poem
i will leave no signature
but this is my wordy painting... hey prezz & precc (io)

shy hush: the coughing like
Vulcan:
and the gravity of ground
i can
because i can petition
for South Africa being returned
to the Europeans
while everyone still fight
over the East and West Coast
like an expansion of Europe
then the places least known
i think it's butter
colors margarinne
margarrine
mmm   butter
i don't but there's a thought
the funnel civilization
the guys waiting for a train or a bus
the European guys:
i need to get out of here:
i have the Roman Empire to Preach
to the people with Drugs like
Opiates in China
but **** me they didn't learn
the old dragon in reading
a lost lot of them were like cannon
fodder and fold 'em shirts...
type of people: yet
very compact and happy
at love is life is strife...

                   but i want South Africa back...
but i want south Africa back...
closer to Antactica:
we will be the first people before the ******* moon!
weird nerdy looking types!
not serious poets and chemist
just happy to
be on Antactica
rather than the moon!
geologists...
yes yes...
we're on Antarctica
and 10,000 meters under the ocean(s)....
it takes time... and the space for patience...
to explore the future:
Antarctica is the future...
no space trave:
little big boys playing big smart
little boys:
we have to understand the dynamic
of the continent of Antarctica...
we have to plan for that:
not the Meteor:
you idiots know that Global Warming is Happening
the Dinosaurs got dealt a ******* meteor:
quick painless death and rebirth...
we have christ and bachelorhood
and no more kids no agony of Eve...
and thinking about Antarctica:
not abound landing on the woom
moon...
instead for mining minerals like
silicon
and how to best control man...
                  but we have to study Antarctica...
the whales
prior to
or after the stop of being culled...
started beaching themselves
in suicide...

                    but the planet will change
and we will have to entertain people that
are only here for fun...
i will have to forever cater to fun...
fun must be a lost god among
the greeks...
Democles and Dyonisius:
weren't exactly gods of fun
when is drinking fun if you have
no control over it?

the Poles are spending their GDP
on promises rather than weapons
while the Ukrainians are being
given weapons for free
and thinking that Ukraine is aligned
with western liberal democracy
is foolish if not thinking about
giving enough freebies to Russia...
the Ukrainians don't even
write in Latin...
    how many Europeans of any stock
still feed an alignment with the Greek?

i forgot i wrote a poem and re-posted poems
by others onto my page
and i'm thinking about social media
Descartes
and tomorrow
i'm going to work the Sam Fender concert
and don't know Sam Fender
but i know the Fender guitar
and that's not cliche:
that's only language of a 39er
a 39 year old man
i am a man
not a child i think she knows that or perhaps
R. is a miracle when she conceived her
and it is as if that's transcendental
i think i could be her son
with pure biology reigned
she is 18 years older than me
and R is 14... so work out why i'm 39...

now i also know Sam Fender
and i'm Seventeen Going Under
and i will have to buy R a t-shirt
that's like postcards from my life
but more
just buying t-shirts
i think those are sails for the draft
a pieced together magic carpet
on the sea
when you tell the sea to be air
the magic carpet changes...

i was at Wimbledon and i think i'm saying
goodbye
and i said so to my grandmother
and my uncle and the dead
and now i'm saying goodbye to my mother
and father and i don't think there are
regrets
when i went mad aged 21
and thought i was a poet
so i still think now
with interests in IT
politics and human and life
and robots now too
so i thought about social media
and authenticity and profilicity:
self-profiling for the public
like one's own CCTV
so not so very oppressive but if you
can live a life as a couch potato
on the sofa only watching t.v.
or living a moment in life
like the Wimbledon Championship
in the interactive web of CCTV
Plato's Cave
the people behind the shadows
the security officers
at events
the membrane of a humanity coming together
unlike in the **** of democracy
the democracy that ****** us off
and not in the monarch's and the patriarch's arms
saying to you:
R i'm so ******* weird i think
this reality is weird
and it's not like i like the idea of a wife
that will contest who will need
my care and being there
when both mother and my wife ask
when they might be nearing the end:
oh what a task: woman, you gave me:
perhaps JEsus Christ had it easier
with a cross... than carrying a woman
like Atlas... on the back...
perhaps it would have been easier
to Carry the Cross...
i think it would be much easier
to carry the cross with christ
than it would be to carry or walk feet-mind
with woman:
and the definitely there: devil...
Heidegger's Da-Sein
i mean this energy such a fixation on autism and
philosophical-solipsism
like stoicism
like cynicism
but solipsism was not founded by any Greek
famous philosopher...
there was no school of Solipsism:
there emerged Sophia:
with two words
Theosophism Theosophy...
ancient school of Solipsism
is a school of thought that makes stoicism
and cynicism a rhetorical tools
to equate a neutral ground for the mind to take root
and be give birth to a tree later
a leaf: BELIEF: be-life
believe... and belief... now believe! i'll taunt you!
be-life! with the devil of da-sein!
a life! and give me the fruit of your mind
give me a bite of your ego...
your egg
perhaps i will give you an egg
rather than an apple
i will be the devil that will give you the egg
a magical tree
that grows on a tree
like money
i will be this devil
i will give you an egg from a tree
i will say it's a fruit...
and i will leave you there...
that would be my only life...

the thoughts would get me drunk when coupled with emotions-grief-like-drugs....

had to think of a title...
but that would be my genesis story:
i would pluck an egg from a tree
and that would be the forbidden tree
i would pluck an egg from a tree
after having pressed two apples
into a cider and got tipsy and sniffed
some Polish grass from the field
i will be dementia riddled
then i'll eat some magic mushrooms and i will
go on fighting while my grandfather
didn't have the spirit of adventure
and died by the television
and penitent recovering alcholic
but i have the spirit of adventure
and fair enough he was like a pillar
of enough words to tease my IQ over...

             but i woke up with a dream
where i was dreaming....
where i was swimming
and kicking my legs
and my mind apart
a funny thought
that wasn't a dream
a dream of reflexes and delayed reflections
and the dynamic of the reflexive mind
in old age
and not the reflective mind in old
that allows memory to sweep and seep in
and distort that not even keeping up
with the news and daily crosswords
and keeping up with soap operas doesn't help...
the boss calls me up and says he wants me to get
there early like... 11am?
Tony from E.E.S. calls me...
                wait wait... just working football stadiums
and dealing with thugs
now is working at Wimbledon...
i passed by Vallorie...
this old woman i work with
so i guess now there will be
whispers
how did Matthew get to work at Wimbledon...
how did Matthew get a job at
Wimbledon and
doing! **** me! he's on the RESPONSE TEAM...
but did you see how he was dressed?
he took: SMART-CASUAL to the next level!
he took how he dressed! to the next level!
oh simple joy like
i have the fur of a fox and a hyena...
no no!
don't come for 11am...
your sign in is for 1pm.... but just come after noon...
an hour before the before time...

        little world literature: not exactly feeling like goo-
but at least feel good like glue:
at least i'm keeping the words intact and i
try to forget:
if the problem of Europe's the continent
that funnels the movement of people against
the other continents
then treat Europe in that Special Place
as being the Only Temporal Continent
Europe is not a Spatial Continent:
Asia moves through
Africa moves through
sons... daughters!
we have created our freedom!
let us love Europe
when we move away
and come back and leave grand
train stations
let's be the IDIOM LIBERALISM-AWAY
and Conservatism-ELSE...

but Europe can be a pseudo-Continent
like Israel is a pseudo-Arab country
in the middle east....
Africa stays...
there was never really a united Europe
that's the problem
there can only be a united
America-Africa-Australia-America:
666!
AAAA!
like             ASIA!
America America North South
two almost continent
like when South America drifted from
Africa
and somehow attached
itself to the umbilical chord
of Mexico...
and north american
but yes.... AMERICA! AFRICA! AUSTRALIA! ASIA!
and Europe is not really a continent
if
only if you think of Russia and Poland
and a people that moved the least
that is the only little Poland
i think just that part of land is worth
the argument of the indigineous people
of the continent....
the rest is a fluid mix of people from
the words of the Roman Empire...
the English were once Kelts...
ok oh ok chop chop! get moving
but the people of the Great Migration
didn't actually move that far
the Poles were the laziest
they lay in a field having left
the great dark forest of your yet
ability to feld
and give honey manna from the sun...
but the other people moved so far apart
Europe can't be a spatial continent
Europe must be an Eternal Component
and part Continent:
but the Vatican and Lucifer's Venice....
the Jewish Venice...
i am yet to see Rome....
and perhaps i go i will win something
and have enough free money
to have a weekend in Rome
like a Pope
like not looking for love
like already bein married
big G...
i mean to see Rome like a lowly oh shoe
and crimson glaring i do just
want to be alone and lastly say goodbye
to Europe and leave it with peace...
oh i believe it took the French
enough inbreeding moments to craft the cheese:
and only in Europe:
but what the **** will you do
when America-Africa-Asia-Australia
are treating Europe like a *******...
sort of happy time travel
existential disneyland
i mean we can go back
to the farmers of Ukraine
and Russia just said!
you ******* rebel! against Europe!
i support you all the way!
this is how Russia loves Ukraine
and makes jokes of Europe!
give me your political correctness strip naked
to a transgender liberal pseudo apocalypse
punk-clown-goth...
me n ot sober?
this is the spirit of Poland rebelling
at sniffing the sick
and i know why there's a war in Ukraine:
the Slavic people would rather fight against
themselves
than succumb to an octopus capitalism
not the sort of communism
and it's a mind virus
post-capitalistic
i hope you don't see it my way...
but it's a mind virus
the great descent of either god or devil
or neither...
just how offspring behave when born into
polar opposites:
i want to leave Europe like a sterile ground...
the road was paved from Chernbyll
and how did my psyche collapse
i think
forget
how many times was
an attempt made on my life
i was told of
i was asked to be killed
from birth
in the hospital almost choked to death
etc.
pain is memory blocker:
i want to forget certain things
and if i keep to my athletic of writing
i will not think of much....

but it hurt so much that i forgot
being online last night...
i forgot that i was online
i think that's the realization of the ills
of this exposure...
jumping bait: spider-carrot...

who beside a serpent
a tiger
a monkey said
to another monkey:
a mushroom
a hallucinogenic ****
perhaps it was a story of
Adam and Adam or
how does it go:
Adam and Steve....
i think it was a hallucinogenic
**** *******
whether byproduct is actual
homosexuality
then yeah
once upon a time
there was cohesion of genius
and that's why the pyramids were
built
and only the Eiffel tower was built
as tall if not taller after...

because there was no Competition
of the Solipsistic School:
which was covert:
kept secret by the highest Caste of the Mantra
of Solipsism:
the Retards and Broken Hold our Census...
our Herald for Nations and Continents...

there was a congregation of genius and intellect:
which later became coupled with inequality of woman's
choices:
because the autism Copernicus
and the genius of Galileo
for rhetoric... now call it the Copernican-Galilean
coupling: eternal...
think how it happened when
intelligent minds worked together
before the glut of the people who need to talk...

but Europe can't remain a stable place:
too many ants in their pants states...
how many people in Europe haven't moved
at all...
can we treat Europe like
we treat the London Underground...
i mean:
we can be Europeans in Africa
like the South Africans
and at least we know what went
wrong under Communism and
what happened right in South Africa...
at least we know how post-Colonial states...
better wonder about South Africa
than being so ***-buckled-bugged
upon the Collapse of the British Empire
i am still grieving the Partition of
the Polish-Lithuanian Commonwealth...
i'd rather think of post-colonialism and the
argument for South Africa...
if the problem of immigration from Africa
into Europe
then i am the first....
SALUTE! MATEUSZ KONRAD ELERT
i petition for our claim to South Africa...
i want a piece of Africa...
i want my land!
come into Europe!
i want South Africa back...
you didn't live here: ******! too cold! too cold!
i want a post-Europe back:
can i have the South African lands back...
you didn't live in south africa: niggz...
you didn't live in south africa!
i want my south africa back!
you give me back south africa
so i can take the french, the english,
the italians the spanish the germans....
some weird greeks...
but the greeks are in with the Jews
and the Turks... ok...
we not taking them....
no Scandinavians...
they were too ugly to the English
the Slavs are keeping the Scandinavians...
we are the people of the "continent"
you gave us Rome and Jupiter and London
you *******...
let us curate it... like perfection:
don't worry about who delivers what kangaroo
and what raccoon...
          
      but i need my south africa back, mate...
i need my part of the continent:
sure thing: you come here with the idiot arabs
and their sand-dusters of machines vroom vroom
like idiot idea of conquest
forgot to mention:
oh yeah... Arabia is not treated like a continent:
sub-continent thinking
unlike India
that's considered a sub-continent:
Arabia is not deemed a sub-continent
of Asia...
because... it's *******... a later starter...
the easy **** with sand under your *******
until the Jews comes and you repay Jews
by sending them to the Germans...
well... to the Poles... but then obviously
you did some so bad that
a Polish boy and a Jewish girl
heard about it or something
so ******
the Germans were the tools of the deeds
but the Arabs were the masterminds
of the Holocaust
and i guess the origins of Israel is rather
Unique it's a cognitive conundrum
a democracy a nation a people
agreeing then
disagreeing yet still banding together...
oh yeah: war in Ukraine?
of course the Ukrainians that they are
getting so cheap
it's like Russia laughing:
guess who the **** we are rearming...
we're getting ready to invade...
you idiots just have us weapons!
and the Poles are like...
are we here, ready... for the rollercoaster?
are we going to war?!
wow!
what sympathy for Ukraine:
the amount of weapons they are getting
idiots are arming their enemy
i mean: RETARDO LASSO! RAPHEL ROSSO TED
LASSO!

i am thinking of greek letters
and roman numbers
numbers in lletters
i went dressed in a flag
not a watermelon
i am olive green
mustard yellow
and dark khaki and that
skin on if shoe
i see a poem like a painting
i am painting
PHI
THETA
the Alpha becomes the ALTHA...
and the numbers
like B 8
% S
5S
Z
2

               write Amersen:
EH
SHE ETA
EH

                     Epsilon:
colon
and semi-colon
greek post soviet
russian reimagine the empire
now kings speak

I1
iota liter
lgu
glug glug...
         glue
sort of "neu"
new...

now
beta
with a tau
ksi
X

i wonder
beholden
i said i
love you
now that's a death
wish
i think she already kjnoiws
knows that...

   i think i have no memory
i have lost the time
origins story
the monkey and the half monkey
and how the world
was written...
and how it writes itself
into itself...

told not to gamble
money is abstract....
so the problem is
existewntial
existential
microscopic
therefore big
like sonisaur
dinosaur BIG
               i love you.... i **** you...


21B Beehive Lane
cleaning the house
laughing at Enigma
started to love the music
and the white sun
and you  cleaning the house
i then see a home
i see a heart like a room for a child
and what man claim this peace
in the abstract of *****...
ego...
Naryan - the prodigy....
and the moon of Shiva and the Sun of Pegasus
and Vishnu... because
South America
Africa
India
and Siberia... the Anti-Europe....
the birth of this white little man...
Europe is a train spotting affair
i am European in Siberia
my Africa....
my Africa oh my Siberia////
mother dear... dear mother!
the Yeti and the Kong King!
Godzilla.... interrupted.... sorry.

how i became a self-loathing masochistic Pole
how it wasn't because of the election
the result being
not the polaroid scrabble and i didn't hope
this nonsense would come
this paradigm of the social order
and social hierarchies
and the prisons....
marriage oh i never knew
would be such a burden and a blessing...
i'm still talking to my mother
and grandmother more than
i'm talking to my wife
and i'm actually talking to one person more
another woman
Reyla... my surrogate daughter
and that's a dream
of my writing pet peeve writing project
i am not making money from poetry
i'm a journalistic historian or something
like that i think i'm journalizing
zing zing i'm not scared of hallucinations
sometimes it's god
but mostly it's my ego-echo coming back
to me with a TY....
and i'm so negative i had to pay
more than my flight for my baggage
70 squid i flew for 40 squidges...
flood of memories but memories erased
with emotions
so the weight of emotions kills of memories
and that's how i found ontological sketches
on Martin when i visited him
and he noticed the wedding ring
and i showed him pictures of you an me and Reyla
and i still have a headache
next day i got texts from Reyla and i'm not used
to a 14 year old Platonic Love
as i err toward how Solomon had two harems...
one of women and one of demons
and each woman was wed to a demon
but now we are living in the age
of when Solomon's Mince of Vanity Harem
Matthew came home
to a small ******* town
in the middle of nowhere
and i think it was a summation of all the Psi to the power of Pi
i think... i want to dig up the Greek Letters
i'm just not used to having a 14 year old
girl in my life
when i have photographs from a Brothel
and Alter Ego Bane and Batman
but if a football hooligan
can become president of Poland
and openly sniffs carbohydrate buns
and there's Putin and Xi
and the Starmernator and
the whole Geo Political and ISlam
and i'm having fun
there's this tragedy
before the world opens up like a ****
and Kant and Heidegger's DASEIN
Poland is a DASEIN
GDANSK...
a town like London
but with only one vowel(s)
Ewa
Ewy...
Mateusz
Mateusza...
the possessive article(s)
are gendered....
Woke Envy of English
concerning the language of
my birth
***
****** and then
kissing
i mean
i have a daughter...
and a wife
so the *** is thought
and politics
and philosophy
because Reyla is Platonic
Love(er)
and i'm a Moralist
the Zeitgeist of Taboo(s)....
i only learnt that
Epsilon and Eta are twins of sound
but like Eros and Thanataos...
Huan and Chin...
Chiny...
the behavior of women is so horrid
i am walking in a storm of Medussa....
and there is just so much reality-dissonance
i feel like the twinity is not consecrates by the holy ghost
this calls for the Animnus Perfectus Psyche...
but they have different meanings
and how many twins are there in
the Greek alphabet?
HE
εη

                   ωo
        O Ω

        I am Adam: i am Alpha
I am Eva: i am Omega

           but i am not:
now the fury of men in women
and i am the Alpha in the Omega
or the Iota in the Omicron

neutral: o the key and i
in it:
beyond no door or locksmith
like St. Peter
and St. Paul
although St Paul holds the keys
to HELL...
Peter holds the keys to heaven
while Paul holds the keys to hell!

p.s. wow woah! wow!
i'm no longer in Poland
in the house of the matriarch
the killer of
my grandfather and uncle
the spinder-mantis grandmother
and i mean:
Reyla... scary ****....
i actually accused my grandmother
of murdering my grandfather
and her son
i'm being a psychiatrist now
i am being hyperbolic delusional
i am being suspicious while
holding a burning Quran
if a dream but i'm wide awake
we will use AI to
deal with humanoids
like the neither Nathanal.....
and that's me with a black cat
and Prokokiev...
       Bulghakov...
           - mein kopf! mein kopf!
learn German,
i just looked at the German translation
pigeons and woodland
pigeons
and the ugly ick
of pigeon liberal overt sexuality
and kafkas
are not female ravens
crowds

crows...        ******* Cormacs O'*****... ease: not iz
its         and it's
morelike it/y/s(')

                    i "think" and "'think'"              /yod ip t0f)

i think it's code b=a
by copiung==
coping ius = code
s-bra

             Uboats and wolves and foxes
painting
pain throughout...

first impressions of Deutzsche meshterfabrik...
mein kopf! mein kopf!
moja glowa!
my head...
first two words
i understood
not:
the syllables Ma                  M'ah...
no....
       i saw and heard the words
in my eyes
an d                  saw in my ears
sounds therefore i imagined Letters and Dragons...
so there's this game
it involves playing
with a DICTIONARY
an... ATLAS....
  DIKTUS.... the brother of Atlas...
an dictionary... an atlas..
an ENCYCLOPE?ODIA
ECLUCLOPEDIA
encyclopedia
              upper lower
house rules!
          game with Reyla...
and the game is to talk...
                      and get away from screen time
i believe the internet can be used
to replace to above "ontomatopoeia"
ontomatopeia
    ONTTOlogic<

         ONO-MA(h)-T(a//)ou(H)-p(Y)(wmuuQCSK)

we can talk and becauase
the higher self
is not a quest of *** for ***
the cogniti8ve landscape is
now measured by our capacity for
interacting with AI
or the outlet
of programmers
people created AI to soften the load
of working with computers
seriously...
it should be a massive conspiracy
how this supposed "progress"
is like the paracetamold
antibiotic of "cope"
the sickness of modernity
en masse... a bit bizarre
like May in Poland
i was there for the election
presidential,
election
learning to drive a manual car
the pope being elected
i'm just a tiny man
i need the context
of hierarchies
and time
time adores hierarchies
yet what is space
couple with that synchronizes man to it
that space borrows from the human experience
like an an intelligence...
time and space are not mediums
of measure and scrutiny
they are alien symbiosis intelligence: the Intelligent:
the responsive:
the bilingual the replica:
the symbiosis of memory and thinking
how the moment happens
and there is no memory-escapism
and how the necro
the cities of the dead become visible
and echoes stir...
                      and that's how it was
he didn't ask me to leave
like he asked my mother and his mother...
and it was more progound thanpr
profound than walking through an art gallery
and that\'s the aort of mortal art
aorta like
vitality persevere
i mean ****

                         gear seven: SZYSKA...
i would love for Poland the ****** tongue
to use some Czech shortening:
run out of ink!
enough pages...
not enough ink!
get me the blood of a crow and an octopus...
and those are?
well... find out...
i dreamnt i was living in the sea
and this wise creature
appeared
and it was magical
blue and
Spider ****** an Octopus
and why are all the Demons
like Bael
a melancholic
crowned
a spider
a cat and a toad...

can i conjure a demon of my own?
can i?
can i name him...

i'll need a moth
a cat (ugh...)
a serpent
a fox
             an ant...             a pigeon
a jackdaw
           a blackbird....

                              spider with human eyes...
i'll need a spider
a moth
a cat
a serpent
a fox....              to continue this "conversation"

this [...]
                   reverence for what is to be preserved:
like the English inherited the best of Rome
via how the roads
are operated...
no talk on directional lights
in the theory
exam in Poland
there are no question
about INDICTATORS
IN?DICATORS
INDICATORS
in Polish theory of Road /Laws...

            but pedantic about indicating practices
largely forgotten
too many ******* ROAD SIGNS
the English didn\t inherit the Roman Alphabet
simply because they didn't behave like
the other Europeans and added DIACRITICAL MARKERS
of distinction:
Orwell... Dickens... topic...
Orthography without Diacritical Markers...
discuss...

the Democratically...
something... something...
"public"
and...            "intellectual"....
that's like...
a...
        piña colada:
i want to **** a donkey
but it's Jesus riding it
in stride of metaphors
and there's all that kink and whip
and palm Sunday for
Palestinians and ooh! ooh!
so let's call it...
Peter Griftz'...      Piñata!
hey! Hey Zeus Piñata!    Bump at lot at ****:
i almost wish the guy was
impaled... rather than crucified...
it would make much more sense
to ordeal the torture with a sado-masochistic
revamp of: oh...        oh... and even a much
much... later...................      o...
then a... whoops! ha ha!
but he was crucified... he wasn't
impaled
like the pride figurine or something
because that's like:
cul de sac celebration: dino... or no?
hey! they even, didn't... pay me...
to... NOT... LOOK... "CONFUSED"!

there's a never
a perfect
New York
a poem or painting
a London
as it is...      blah....

ZROZUM...
   i                         (under-stand)...
under the standing of the English that's like a prosthetic
talak of the talk of the decapitation
mirage...

ROZUM         mind...
i don't like the English tongue as much
as the Irish don't love it...
so let's get across a Joycean cocktail of...
but let's not be so ******* sober about it...
or parading or pandering to the est.
order:
us ****** rats are much assured that
even with a billion Chinks and Indis...
don't ever ******* buying coriander seeds
in Poland:
they're never fresh:
they are ******* raw HIND i can't explain
they are bitter! bitter to hell with cooking with them!

i have a b lind spot ot sp'ot
for the last remaining Greek letters...
most
notably:            KSI...
the chum of PSI...
but...
for some reason PSI is a psychology
relatable fridge magnet
like some ego id superego beacon
therefore
the sigma of the concepts
the grand...

        funny how ἐγώ
is not... ηγo... but oh my my...
doesn't the latter look... prettier...
even without the "unnecessary"
diacritical pedantry of the Greeks
in light of...
what? a Christian revival?!
i still have one or two... maybe...
three...
Greek letters... numbing me...
notably...:

the Roman inter-fear...
Ξξ
                and      
                 Χχ

last time i heard that's KSI for the former
and there's no silent Pythagoras for a worth of
pity the pie ate by the fat glob roundabout
concern: is it: pinnacle?

ζ for snooZe... i get the hum
the intention and meaning
but forgive me when this parachute
and the paraphrasing and oxymoron fatigue kickers
a dog learning the human face
reaction, tactic...

i think i have a wife but she called me
stupid last night
i was drunk she was *****
i was stupid
but now i'm alone
and i think i can do best in terms
of using language
like she's this grand curiosity for all man
and i'm getting bitten by truth-venom from
the ancient snake and
i'll keep her... snoring... i don't
mind...
once the Greeks eradicate the conflation
and confusion of the followed
                                  !   !
        no English:          Y
                                     i

there i will make: effort for architecture of
cloud...
and my name will be worthy:
twice worthy: beyond the concern for
the Israeliites: which i have forsaken
because i don't believe a people
could be so willing to be so blind
so ******* stupid so Holocaust oh jeez!
how they cut off their inherent ontology of monkey
serpent gazelle and just be marched into
the slaughter
and think nothing
nothing like the origin of Adam without
the sin
that origin of thought
with a scratch of the head with a: HUH?!

we have two letters:
then again: now comes to three:
ζ
χ
ξ           -ks
no word in English begins with ξ---
xenomorph doesn't...
ZENO... ZENO... you ******* English: ******* *****!
i hate your rot and more!
you ******* parading **** you *******
imbeciles of

ξζχ                   here's you ******* bundle:
get with the narrative of:
my name is Lucy my cousin's name is Stucie and
my uncle's name is Muhammad:
ibin blah:
because if it weren't for this Jesus Christ
of yours i think
i really think we would have kept the Arabs
in their sand and camel repertoire
and they wouldn't think to be
the civilizing act of
only the late 20th century when the Dinosaur
movies came about and
honestly...
if i... were... to think about trusting...
an arab.... contemplating...
mixing SWizz ergonomics of chocolate and
******* backhlava:
backing up lava...
            and that Hindu vermicelli... and *******
pistachio butter... and hey presto: zee pretzel!
DUBAI!
woah woah woah wow wow!
***** in orbit! monkey's *** a mouth in heaven!
woah woah! weave! weave! heave!
we have "culturally appropriate"
the tux from the penguin attire!

.... because i i owe nothing to this tongue
or any concern for this class:
attire:
however you find yourself:
it only takes an inch
for your "wife" for call
and later subdue you as "stupid"
do you find yourself:
stupefied by the id
that automates thinking:

there's more clarity in the past participle
of:
i think
it thinks
i am thinking
it's thinking: painting
like wording: paramount in collaboration
a geometry born from despairs
and hungers...
    
Greek letters like punctuation marks...
but these blinding spots
this Christ:
i said to her... so Moses and the burning
bush your frivolity of the arcane
and Arcane:
you ask me to be bilingual
i say: but i can't...
so much for the burning bush
and the burning crucifix...
and i wish to return to the child
and summon of the wizard...

       but the Greek is an impediment
and how lackey they seem to be
from prized Emblem of Byzantine
to the ****** of the Ottoman
barbers...
for the finite how lucky i am
to draw no red from the azure
in the sunset
my depth of:
superstitious color.......................................
....................­............
...........................................

therefo­re i paint:
therefore i am exused:
exalted:
perfectly posited to placard
like imitations sow:
i write
there's music in the background
i see
/
i stumble
i give hope i am lost forth for it
ego to make claim...

there's the burning
bush
the                cruci          X
time
my baron i
love
                                       entomb.

, ; :
          i see this "god"
in Braille..
         stutter: summon:
i ask for Solomon:
i'm answered with Muhammad!
i didn't ask for!
Muhammad!
phew oh!
gargantuan
phlegm of the the ghetto
of Warsaw or Krakow...
there:
         you want me?! this much
i can stomach
and this much i cannot
fathom....
           satis satis!

the Cartesian schematic, "schematic" will never
feel, seem or be thought of: as outdated,
clearly there is a parallel to how
it abides with the universal applicability of
1 + 1 = 2... somewhat, somehow...
take for example how i think about the God of
the Hebrews...
and how i think about about:
the time i spent from learning to swim to learning
to ride a bicycle:
in either case finding gravity: discovering it!
wow! although... i learned to ride a bicycle
before i learned to swim....
that element of peer pressure in terms of swimming:
because swimming teamed up with
survival instinctive-ness and peer pressure sort
of got along with the lesson dicta...
besides the point:
within the realm of res cogitans:
i think of ha shem and then i stutter and then
i think again with a hot-air balloon worth
of a comma or even a semi-colon
and i conjure up... Solomon's geometry of
the yet to exist Latin scribbles, letters...
YHWH is perfectly symmetrical in terms
of the pentagram of vowels: although:
some might say... Y is a vowel... not a consonant:
outside the abide of the English mongrel zunge...
but that's my res cogitans model:
my honing in decide-
   decisive-
          decisiveness...
             ah! stand corrected mon frer!
god almighty the Polacks drink the worst kind of
***** the spirited kind diluted from
ultra 98% from Mongolia or where the ****
Communism first originated:
state-atheism...
which makes me laugh when i labor
and i give birth to stillness and silence
when i emerge from what used to be State-Atheism
with these Western
Individualistic
Science-Prone monkey wanking super
supreme atheistic individuals and there's mention
of the wonders of the universe and
equations and i think:
on the individual level this atheism is rock
bottom in terms of being bewildered:
in terms of what's allowed and what feels
good beside(s) what feels... right:
obligating me to reciprocate...
i'll ******* reciprocate what the **** i feed as
necessary: i feed: not what feels
but what has a hunger...
so all this atheistic zeitgeist of western-ininity:
*****-nilly...
i have inherited state-atheism:
what the **** is use
for me
individual atheism?
something... ahem... specific?
what if i find science boring and crass
and elitist and all those scientific arguments
are worth jack'o and jackey worth of ding-ah-doodle-do
to me?
see... transcendental thinking is exhausting:
when i smoke some marijuana
and drink....
i much prefer drinking and being alone
and watching how people starve for
audience and audibility before the pope
and find a universal: title: like: devil:
do evil... and do us apart...
but then i think of how i mastered the clutch
and how i stopped theorizing and now
the car is 90kmh when i can take it that far
and it's no longer a bicycle because
i stopped loving cycling
and swimming is like eating fruit
i prefer eating vegetables and
like reading philosophy and your wife
is reading self-help books
and i think i enjoyed reading then
i didn't have so much practical awareness concerning
the mechanization of the world...
and as such: the muscle-thinking...
in Latin i think that's...
lacerti-cogitans...
       i've had sleepless: thank god: nights
imitating **** reactions worrying about
not drinking enough to fall asleep while grandma
does her... *******... Soviet Era gymnastics and
hopes to die before i cook her the ultimate meal
and i tell her:
not yet...
but in the open world... there's the Res Extensa
and in this dimension
the Ha Shem and YHWH diminishes
and fades and there's this elaborate network
of the ELOHIM and the Res Extensa...
and at least the remains of the Jews
who are now the Israelii...
and at least: the remains of the Jews of History
in the ***** of Europe who are now
the Israelii...
as the English commentators have it...
well... i can bow out: if the migration crisis is so bad
i can just leave Europe and *******
to the Pacific...  Hawaii...       ahem...
can...             you?
i can... i sort of wiped the floor with
a tango of red and cry and pink and
menopause...         but i ask... can you?
i don't really need a Christ on a cross and
some elaborate ******* plan
if the plan doesn't invoke me thinking
of transcendental plans of the everyday
and not doing the replica intrinsic: SICK:
on the crucifix there i was...
******* at Golgotha the stump
and then reminding myself:
of those not circumcised: ergo: not crucified:
well circumcision would make sence
if properly wedded and assured
i mean better than a wedding ring:
if i were to wed a woman i'd ask to be
circumcised... if i were... but i have two protruding
veins on my ******* so i can't so
the theory goes back into
what Islam is "thinking"... not much...
and out of the 20th adoration of foreign influence
whether that's Buddhism or Islam...
with the tumult of people:
i'm starting to think that...
these people and the birth of AI
oops... are having a reverse effect on:
who influences who...
           but at least i know:
within the realm of res cogitans there is "yhwh"
and ha-shem...
            while within the realm of res extensa
there's the park the savior of silence
and the godheads of crow snake and all the
other creatures and in the whirlwind there
is also a "ha-shym" by the allowance of ELOHIM...
i don't mind giving Europe up and its architecture...
i will claim the mountains and the tides of Kauai...
i do not need this modernity and this drowning man
attempt at clinging to life
dearest life... drowning while cutting himself
on a razor's edge...
i don't need western individualistic atheism:
nothing special with the bulls' bollocking
thrash at *******
i don't think that works:
i have come from state-atheism:
i think that works counter to
whatever thought entails atheism
to be some miraculous spectacle of...
funny... i don't know what...
state-secularism... m'eh... but state-atheism...
that... that sort of compliments the Vatican:
and that almost makes me laugh at how the English
had an Empire, Empire the imploded:
and oh so nice Whitechapel needed to be one
of those cruxes where Bangladeshi
some nearing extinction tongue needed to be placarded
for surveillance under: "ENDANGERED"...
so much of living among my own bio
and mess and history among the Western Slavs
learning how to drive will do to a man...
who will not save England
who will laugh at England
who was told to *******
who was told: ILLEGAL IMMIGRANT
in 1997... who was asked politely: not deported...
but the Home Office came to the house
and my father did a runner and then i
was left with my grandfather punching the wall
about the injustice and i saw my father and
mother handcuffed and we left...
and then...             well hey! hey!
free as the world can be!
not enough scruffy big on that fatsoid and get
delivered on kangaroo hop hop you
******* scream?
i do believe: oh such a relief...
the centrist and perfectionist in me...
i owe no allegiance to the narrative of England...
except for...
the allegiance to English humor
and a sense of traffic...
i owe England nothing of myself
that it might use me to align itself with others
on the labyrinth of world and history...
for the two are... apart... aren't they?
history is a study of time...
the world is a study of space...
maybe i'll keep my wife in the dark about
my fetish for Heidegger...
after all:        da-sein: there-being...
                is a sort of vibration counter to
to:       welt-außer!
oh... but then i like the S//Z the sharp dictation...
i'll settled for what compliments the individual
and the da-sein with making it a:
welt-neben!

i think it can be, universally, acknowledged:
that:
the political emphasis
on protection the rights of women...
elevating them (even)...
from any sort of perspective worked:
up to: the point: but... otherwise:
there came a conundrum of:
so... we are told to protect our species
via *** X...
but *** X is unwilling... or... whatever to meet
the demands of the universally sparing existence
argument being: better this toil and untold
misery: than nothing at all...
it's rather strange that we defend women
in their currency of freedom and infanticide...
clearly giving them the same
clarity of the "question" of "worth"
akin to men who had to...
imagine the slaughters of **** of Genghis Khan
and then the microcosm of abortion...
i don't know why we would need to fight for
the rights of half of the species so willing
to play the ultra-nihilism game
that's otherwise reserved for the masculine
crux of the lost endeavor...
why would we... want to protect women...
if... infanticide is the ultimate measure: corrupt...
why would i want to defend women and
their rights... if their sole concern for
rights
is for a quantum universe of me
being unable to say so
because... m'eh... the imported living potential
of other cultures where this value
is not under-nourished by the spasm-of-solipsism:
why defend women...
if women opt for staging the right to abort children:
what sick... minority voice-over is
dictating the rule of the index:
when society expects the rule of thumb?!
what sick minds operate on the guarantee
that women alive: can...
abort children...
why are they excused from manslaughter
when the evidence is: SYMBIOSIS...
what ******* crux of the impossible
blindness is SYMBIOSIS this PARASITE
what what what?!
**** it... learn to drive a car last...
learn to bicycle... learn to swim...
learn to ride a ******* HORSE...
**** a woman...
then get to grips with the gears
and the clutch 20 years later...
hey presto: learn to cook a mean pasta in-between.

well, i still think i about Christianity and where and how it spread under the governance of Rome, but Rome never came to contact with the Slavs and the Baltic sea so... even now... the way it CAN be persistent, in this mingling of Roman antics of how familial bonds can be unorthodox and there's no blood lineage like there's Abraham and how Solomon is the definitive son of David... well... truly... it's all about the congregation of humanity and the spoils of: no war happened... we can be uncles and nieces and grandfathers all the same... as long as there's a guiding principle that doesn't focus on the melody of images... imagine the desecration of the Necropolis, in that... this guy had a hard life... but died a death in his sleep... yet they persisted... to mark his grave with a cross... even i... i... "i"... i? i?! he would be *******!

for the sake of recollection
and at least this is the one exam i can't really over-study for...
because... learning to walk doesn't count!
doesn't count!
gurgle choke laugh giggle
ha ha ooh smooth like Swiss cheese...
now i will try to impress you
with something like coding dictum
via ">" and ","
but not it's not a question of
"question")?_
(?) important?! no no... Wilhelm the Dying Foe
the actor... in the labyrinth of that film
that almost teased at Ingrid Bergman because
it was all black and white....
and snow was once
and the ice age was once
but then Climate Change was like
the End of the Ice Age
and....
o.k. o.k.

learn to walk is out
of the schematic...
first imprints

learn to ride a bicycle <
   learn to swim <          
now i call that finding the center
and no Newton... or something...
but it's sort of making your body aligned
to the fall and then unable to fall:
if the story of fallen angels was told
through the prism aquatic and Poseidon
i wish Yahweh had brothers
like that...
but even with Jesus Christ
and globalization that's near impossible:
sheer! the goats don't need their beards
and the sheep don't need
something akin to a tornado of a rodeo
and the bulls come bullfighting nonetheless
because there's so much blood
and no...

so...

learn to ride a bicycle < learn to swim <
what did i learn next...
oh ****! that's it!
learn to ride a bicycle < learn to swim <
learn to ride a horse < first encounter a woman <
have *** with a woman...
feminism hoo ah!
learn the bicycle spaghetti learn
the slurp and slow return
learn to swim is as much a learning
of accept the fates of the seas and tides
and learn: to not drown...
learn how to ride a horse...
learn how to joke at Alsatian shepherd dogs
tricking them: oi! swish! catch'ch'ch:
police nearby... the Alsatian: huh? idiot...
but after learning how to ride a horse:
comes a long wait...
< have *** with a woman...

can't help you matey... mate...
that's difficult... **** a woman and if any woman
in question is near: a coconut
i guess: retreat... learn of the existence of god
retreat become a hermit a recluse
write poetry and read Finnegans Wake or
something like fundamental like Proust
but
oh wow... you meet a woman
and then she's like: *******! *******! learn
to drive! you need to drive my daughter
from X to Z... and Y would i...
the car comes last

then again:
learning to drive a bicycle is like learning
to swim: the gravity impetus...
horses are exclusive so no comparison
first earn the trust and the allowance
of dogs being stupid
but then comes having *** with a woman
and driving a car...
Essex boy says
i only had 4h of driving lessons
and i'm already geared up for
speeds up to 100kmh
and how much of how driving a car
is a CLUTCH and how much of ***
with a woman is not *******
and what is the CLUTCH in a WOMAN
because a woman is not:
riding a bicycle
swimming
riding a horse
is very much the polymath aspect of
a snorkel science giggle with an octopus
i... oh jeez.. too many personal jokes
the bicycle < swimming < horse < woman < car...
i can only see it like that...
why would i want the woman to come last?
there needs to be something that implores
me to not allow woman a status
for me to be complete
a functional "being"...
to **** with ******* women proper...
by the end of the roulette i still want
all the remaining secrets of society...
and that's invoked, proper, with driving a car...
not ******* spelling words proper...
in English: within the confines of "orthography"
that Jackell and Dickens cared so much for
for about
orthography without any diacritical stresses on
letters!
******* English at least in Poland
i can look at the English
like i don't give a **** about never will
in Hawaii because that's just Polynesia
and blah...

now the saying should resound: given the fate of Europe, prescribed by the Jews... we should have hanged more burned more... now we're all getting is this cornflakes and dusty... it would appear that not enough Jews died before this virus of Christianity was finally devoid in our spiritual veins: when we tried to appease it with Buddhism... but Buddhism failed us... we wanted to be left alone from this: ha ha! ah ha! ha ha! this ******* worth of having so much science but the basic Rabbi geometry... what will the kippah niqqud teach: leech off of me? ****** might be dead: but... i still have nostrils noticing a whiff of... DIS-EASE...

**** tow a hope for English:
i just, don't: know:
what used to be an escapade into
Shakespeare has now become
this devilish smiley...
this Bangladesh in the *******
part of London: and the loons
are orientating
and the whole wide world
just spins... apparently with gravity
intact: there's no spinning motion invoked...
it just so happens that i'm
supposed to feel the last felt breath of freedom
of thought with the "English"...
ha ha! ha ha! ah! ah! ha ha!
the "English"...
before they did what the Polish-Lithuanian
Commonwealth intelligenstia
boor... dunno... you ask me one thing then
think that Christianity is a European affair:
Christianity is great...
if you're a Polynesian... in the necropolis
i see it:
the life already hard
and once you die:
they plot a ******* crucifix atop your head
at the ditto of your name and
subsequent grave...
and then there you are:
the life so lived so mediocre...
by death alone achieving the
transparent god... and "god"...
because by death alone in the ditto:
you earned it:
and that politcla sentiment clay clay
of women and their rights
like:
****** is forbiudden
but don't you dare! don't you dare!
declassify us murderer prone
because... said albino monkey
took to a hooplah!
you ******* urgh: my pro! choice!
so much for the choice that leads
to a dead end...
but are we defending the easiest
quest for ******?
i mean: my junk my *****...
hell... let's have a genocide!
if that's how it's going to get played:
i want war! war! war!
i want to ***** out a war!
i want Armageddon! enough Apocalypses
have...     i've had enough!
let my ***** and outright existential war
that Christianity was...
begun
and ended in a civilization of the crippling
of the inherent ontology
that's assured has been for many to know
the language of the flora of the north
no one asks about Christian Eskimos no one
no one one why would you ask
the Slav whether he might adopt Christianity
why ask a German why he might
now watch how the Holocaust happens
now ask if you:
oh i'll wait... like a slithering dark
naked angel eye of hunger
before
the Altar of Islam's INSOLENCE...
i just find ISLAM insolent...
and easily crippled... by a project of SOLO...
it's too ****** and i'm not bothered...
it's too ******* **** JAPATI and ARAB BLIND.

+i'm getting so miasma prone headaches thinking: well... if i were a Napoleon and someone gave me a gun... imagine how many people i would have killed: without thinking of one! ha ha!+

and if you are to see: horror of mortality:
first: with a thirst of memory:
thirsting: first shown:
when and then
you must see the glaciers
of the labyrinth: most corrupt:
by time indentation and time most
corrupt:
in a foreign tongue:
this tongue is not my own:
this zunge...
diese zunge ist nicht meine eigene
**** happens
a Heidegger's hammer
becomes a Matthew's clutch
or a Konrad'z bicycle...
you want to... see... wink wink...
horror?
i believe you! i believe you
want to see it: feel it...
but now my feet are pedestrian
and CLUTCH and etc
and i'm just talking about life and
life best happens when it is
talked about
summarize for me advances
when she said: whoever said
she was: sperk bank donor
to the head: spearm: spyr:
tortoise?
so the politics of the left
if i be right
is
equivalent to...
ensuring the rights
of females...
while at the same time
the moral quest...
they get... to perform infanticide...
so there's death and death breed death
and sorry...
call me spastic mr fantastic
but why but what given of god's green
earth
would i treat: in earnest
a woman's right...
sure! give her the right to vote!
but please don't give her
a right to reproduce:
if she is...
so
******* stubborn on the per se momentum
i mean: jukebox me...
i am going to go wholly poppy cutie pie
the **** when i might get aborted because
she's this ******* fake assurance
gizmo of...            eh?!
this world is to shreds like
i understand...
Christianity is a great Idea...
but like ?Nietzsche said:
it's not one for the Hyperboreans...
Christianity is great...
but not for the Europeans not conquered
by Ancient Rome...
this ******* RAT THESE ******* RATS
in this endless night: begone!
Christianity suffices to explain what happened
to the Polynesian People...
i hate my wife for thinking:
Christianity is universal... like Buddhism was?
tangent off **** me Christianity
is great! but not for everyone:
but not under the laughing tokens of haha:
turk + arab
Islam is idea pressure to suit us best!

+clearly, the ears, are pivotal: in terms of coordination - and the eyes too, but the eyes seem almost secondary...._

because i'm not a poet or a feminist or a vegan
or a combination of the three
because i'm not a vegan poet
or a feminist poet
or a vegan feminist
or a... i forget the quadratics
i like listening to Iron Maiden...
the driving instructor just said:
CLUTCH! CLUTCH! CLUTCH!
i said that with capital letters and exclamation
mark for my own emphasis...
so after i had enough spatial awareness
to go beyond the clutch for starters
on the field of maneouevuring
ontomatopoia
i will... leave a trail of spelling mistakes
because i'm so ******* excited
that i'm learning to drive
about to turn aged 39
and i'm also so excited about being
a man: a male... a man male...
******* narrative of the oppressed
peoples seems so strange when
you don't include the oppression
of how society starves for vampires and werewolves
and i wonder
but what of the LGBTQ++V/W?
what about the vampires and the werewolves
and the zombies and the mummies?!
i already said it to my wife
i don't need to say it to the world:
it's super serious it's super exciting
but after spending 30min with her on the automatic
gear box
and now the horror awoke and it was
big at first then shrank and became little
and i don't care what EVEN SHE WAS SAYING
shut up: the vehicle is alive i'm
flying
i'm dreaming
driving like this is a rebirth of the 20th century
since it was so freely avaliable for so many:
i don't care about spelling mistakes!
i'm learning to drive a car and not turn a car
into a tank and plow into a throng of people
at a Christmas market
or a bunch of junkies at Piccadilly Sq in Manch
Munch Ch'Ch'Chichister... **** yo boyo...
i had my highs and thankfully this is one
of them:
i'm not a poet i'm not a vegan and i'm
not a feminist:
i'm an example of some who says:
well... CLUTCH! CLUTCH! clutch before the hammer
of the STOP and the CLUTCH!
ghost limb and later an ego limp
from an automatic gesture
like salutations Hail Hishy Shaft and Shudder...
i don't know...
i went onto the balcony and thought about stars:
replied? blank... an utterly dark black almost
deep purple song alike so where
did the stars go?
but i'm not a poet a vegan or a feminist
i'm not a vegan poet or a feminist poet
as i am also not a something-or-other:
i just want to escape the cage
of riding a bicycle and swimming
and i acknowledge that people exist
who know not how to swim or ride a bicycle:
my grandmother...
hmm... i am just writing *******
and pretending to not think about
geopolitics but that doesn't really bother me
after all i might
end up being armed with a tank-of-potential
but i am no Shakespeare no rhyme when
once upon a time rhyme was cute and it was
written with intended rhyme so that actors
might remember lines
but we are not remembering so we are
forgetting so we are not going to rhyme...
why should poetry rhyme when there's talk
of emails and the wolf folk...
but at least i have the awareness of a cyclist
and a pedestrian now driving...
well... all i'm missing is a ******* ******
bullet and hole and aim...
because when all these proxy wars come
to pass and we gear up for Armageddon
i'll hope to be the last person to learn to drive
a car
when all the Japanese truck drivers slurp
and pray before their bowl of Ramen
and my stepdaughter breaks all her teeth on nibbling
on the dry p'ooh... oh hell:
words mean **** when you are given the feel
for a clutch and the two other pedals...

... and if there was a lineage of philosopher
and self-help gurus
who first learned to walk
before walking learned to trust an Alsatian
shepherd to put their entire arm into its gob
and before the people most precious
before the stubborn socio-political demands
for journalistic crab-bucket "democracy"
before some awe and yawn inspiring happens...
before all that
before all the physics:
i was young
and in mny youth i was supposed
to be planning a trip to the right of Columbus'
Copernican "prose"
way ahead in India and Thailand:
****!
i missed the plot!
All Saints: Pure Shores
with a...           Promise... Reyla and Priya
could fathom coconuts and peanuts
and elephants...
but i landed with a wife in somewhere
mid-/ late- Polynesia culture
and i'm just getting to the GRIT and GRIP
and also learning Polish Prison spreschen...
CWEL for a MYZYG another presidential
candidate and so much reality
is so Catholic in that it's so more distant
and sort of abstract in the geo-
geography and grammar and that part with squares
and algebra...
i think i have extension i call limbs
and limp knit picks and some other: ghosts...
but then again... i only have words
and i only have abberations...
hmm... and sometimes i call that love
and it's comfort profound to know
i was a pedestrian and a peasant and i've seen enough
because i'm so exited that
one liter of ***** will not get me drunk
beside there's a beyond i'm singing along
to a Christ Rea song on the M25
and i'm not getting ghost limb
itch because:
Mr. Mateusz the CLUTCH! CLUTCH!

then towers of time shine with a shrink
and the pools of the emblems of
space expand
and such is the trivial manifestation
of the mortal-play
that i found ?! and had a future
in thought
and went beyond mere ought-i and i-ought
and it happened so:
that from working within the confines
of earth
there was a heaven of answers
and a hell of questions
and the mediators upon earth
asked and asked...
but at least in heaven i will have
answers while
in hell i will only have questions
i don't think of Pavlov and
the bell chimes and rewards:
just give me the basis of infinity:
the basic square, magic:
the answer from which i can work with
and around...
not this salivating stupid... just the basic:
huh?!        aha!         hey presto!
if you think that god doesn't worry
about the existence of eternity you might be
quiet wong in the yolk of...
god is worried about people not having
the lost stomach to live to eternal...
sanity breaks like any machinery...
at some point i hope this fail-safe machinery
of planets will stumble:
burp... peasant *****...
but until that perfection fails...
we have hope
in reviving the smart
and the perfect engineering solving
problem and answers...
so until the planets stop doing what
planets might stop doing:
and we can stop claiming power of ingenuity over
the Devil because fire is less than
dirt from the basis of thirst
and need for problem solving
the Devil didn't know anything about problem-solving
so he was proud but if i'm surrounded
by people in an Islam pseudo
Death Cult and this passive Asian ugh
i want to get away from your \
Ninja breath-take-aways of
uncles and demons and
rotten ***** of the hijab....
      i don't want to live among Muslims... period!
get me away from these ****** junkies!
**** me: i'm getting arachnophobia feels!
ugh! get me away from these inbreds!
the Hindus know what i'm talking about
no wonder they are bombing the **** out from
these sand-*******! ugh! ugh! ugh!
i'm not a poet i'm not a vegan i'm not a feminist...
i'm just learning to drive a car...
a tier above laughing while spitting
at a camel
and teasing while ******* a crab
to valk STR8....        boogoo... who would have
thought that ghost need both bed-sheets
and cushions to borrow: boot... dunno...
New York stinks...
i thought i was heading to the Raj and Thailand...
i ended up in Hawaii...
if god doesn't live in me then
god needs no other place to live
for me to otherwise not speak: and him to: speak.

so i detoured into the necropolis
thinking about the Young Columbuses:
the poets who died premature deaths
when the 2nd Republic was shortly founded
before **** Germany
and the Soviets made "us" buckle upon
a dream...
i walked into the necropolis
i heard voices from outside
i cowered
i rolled a cigarette
now i'm listening to some Chopin
and i have: literally nothing in common
with the multicultural ghetto and psy-punk
tendencies of the ruling alt
of the anglophone realm
it's so sinister:
i'm not already twice removed
in terms of immigration status:
no wonder this boy came from this ****-hole
to now elsewhere:
but it give me juice... oh so sweetest
and there's that sinister barking of the dogs
like my property is my own
this sinister barking of the dogs
and the dogs aren't sinister at all
just the facade...
like: should i be wanting to live in
Modern Japan or **** Germany?
i don't know: these pseudo-Luftwaffe:
linksgerichtet! linksgerichtet!
schnell! schnell!
achtung! achtung! bitte?
i no longer know or care
perhaps when we are to be resurrected with
the dogs barking...
i will summon less of this modernity
post-modernity pop and more
like how the SS-mensch come
the cinematic ordeal of bullet
the train available is settled
and we are we are we are:
oh: this cometh: viz?
this ancient ritualism of Rome?
and yet the biological strigent
like i don't mind sharing and raising a tent
with the glorified blessings from Nord Afro...
i just wonder:
my place in this world: is there...
a place... in accordance with being
and via being with the world
but there's none if all the artifacts are
music for the guided wound up muscle of
happy monkeys...
i'm a happy monkey:
aren't you why aren't you:
we are the albino sloth and sleuth...
the clock tick tocks
as i was walking out of the graveyard
\i thought iu spotted a rat
it turned out to be a hesdgehog...
hedgehog...
twice removed on immigration...
but the people just come as they want
and as they will
regardless of bureaucratic pressures
regardless
i'm so ******* CRUCIFIX obedience
for the sake of: nodding like a Buddhist
TRI-ASMA of ******* guillotined...
how can you help me when i am so sore
i ask for help there is none
i ask for none there is no and help
and you can't solve this conundrum
of a pain that's a numbing
you can't
i want to cry but i can't cry
so i preserve continuing this bogus
affair
and there's so much history
in the tongue written that will leave me
defaced
this language of coordinating ninja Mecca
cheap Pakistani "grace"...
i don't want to live in this Babylon...
it's almost as if God is
making it known:
that Lucifer will be Atlas...
i'm twice removed:
i thought it was a rat scuttling while i
was emerging from the necropolis
but instead i found a hedgehog
delightful creature:
mein nacht... alles ******-verrinrung...
komma! komma!
al heil beschwichtigen!
    NAWIARGOCKI SZYM: O PROSTO:
SZEJ SZEJ! GOWNO
TSY: i MAM~
                  it runs a careful caress of
wonder: this tick tick tick
the clock
by 5am i will forget and she will
tell me:
Puerto Rican: but you must remember...
***** this is nothing
to do with OTTO of the West Side
Story...
the... NECROPOLIS comes...
like a gigantic slug this monstrosity
of **** and mouth and teeth
either side...
i pity the tides that ripple the fate
of London...
i pity the ghetto fabric of London
i pity this focus on the Emblem on the Eye
of the Perceiving not the Perceived
Eye i feel so negligent
buying my grandmother flowers
how
how
how i am punished for probably seeing her
the last time...
how i am punished while so much fiddle and nuance
is beset before the ordaining for
the existence of god
but if not omni- litany of god exist
then at least there is but i...
and by i alone i am allowed
to give measure to distance and sensibility
and all that... jargon juice...
ah yes... here i reside: i am closest to perfecting
the anti-thesis of fire from clay
by being this desperately alone...
and alone:
practice this petty feud...

as rereading of poetry (my own) goes:
it would read:
well... at least his father would be French
and the Lion would return
to Rome from the island where he would
leave a chimera to play with the unicorn
upon the question of the seriousness
of lineage
and i gather: my own life has taken
a funny escapade of demands and focus
because i should have been driving
before i have been walking in this modern-ity...
but before the sacrifice of
for now this man belong to the world:
he is not a man of the world:
he is a man who belong to the world
i was whispering the name like a football
chant: ole! ole! ole!
maybe when i die there will be a Pope
from Africa but before that stage is set
Islam needs to learn a few lessons in history
and history hasn't been kind to Islam:
initially yes, perhaps yes...
but history hasn't been kind to Islam
but at least the remains of the dinosaurs
in blood and all those little Towers of Babylon
in Dubai that all the Pakistanis are talking
about when they talk about
those who erected them in modern slavery
via Bangladesh for a few of us to not break
a sweat...
although this is not reminiscent of what it could
be
that i must feel so tiny
i did say! i did say! i hate this part where i "think"
i'm right... i did say: a Frenchman or an Irishman!
and down below
from above on the Papal Seal:
the Fleur de Lys!
and i just like dancing a dance before time
before anything truly happens...
and it seems i still wonder how to take Chriatianity
seriously i still think about
militant christianity i started to think of the empires
of faith and indeed the nation-state has dwindled
but not in the way the classical anglophone world
knows it as strictly individualistic
monkey trained capital and the freedom march
of miserable women...
i think... oh to hell with it... i'm going to drink
to the pope's health!
i could never succumb to the North American
version with those bogus preachers
i suspect the one billion strong army
of Catholic souls will grow more so now that
like Judaism was opened to the Gentiles of Europe
now Catholicism will be open and become
inheritance tax on the juke of the father
and the miasma and mothers of virginity...
i might suspect a revival of Catholicism in America
if England is going to continue to presevre
that **** way of going about capitalism
and the crushing of the individual under multiculturalism
one way: but as long as the minorities get to
their conclave and their ghettos...
       i like being intuitively aligned to the times...
and now i distance myself from my writing
as i have no ***** Roman jokes
i'm not even going to gloat...
                      because i'm already killing with a kiss
the vampire of learning the theory test for my
driving test
and i'm passing all the time and i still need
to do those 30 hours within the confines of
the driving school and pass the internal test
and then i have to leave to do Wimbledon
and some concerts in the summer
and will have to return for like a week and do
the county, external exam...
                    so if the Indians are at it with the Pakistanis
then it's a reminder: a new bishop of Rome was
elected
or just prior
because i then think of orthodox Christianity
and that's so obscure after the intervention
of Islam
at least western Christianity had an idea and blossomed
while who is to say anything spectacular
about orthodox Christianity in its origins
in Syria and Greece and Ethiopia...
at bit like those cognitive tourists pseudo-poets
from America in the Beatnik brigade being humbled
by oriental thinking like all-is-nothing
like then go to the Chinese market
and sell dog and cluck and spark a conversation
about t.n.t. and Batman and HIVCORONA...
no fool you but at least i adhere to the instrument
that dictates to me...
before the altar of the name and the dates
the confines of the grave
the open air... in the necropolis...
it's not the Cathedral of St. Peter
but my little brick corner of the coliseum of mortality
and the grave is where i pity my little thoughts
and i pity my little thoughts
because that's where i trap my ego
my ineffectual ego in all its egoness or egoism
and i know that the voice in my mind
is mostly trapped Satan
and i don't mean a Satan of grandiosity Miltonian
my own personal ineffectual vegetable state
sATAN... the Atman or somewhere in between...
but from one shadow to another shadow
a key was passed
and i hope the world didn't think that
this institution would bend the knee
and simply give into the people and say:
a BLACK POPE! since an Latino pope just died...
i just hoped there would be true learning
in judgement
and sometimes if you can witness an Electoral...
it's better than living in a Democracy...
yes... like what used to happen in
the Polish-Lithuanian Commonwealth:
whereby only the nobles were given rights
to elect a new king of Poland and
the king was elected from the lesser kings in waiting
of other nations of Europe...
well... so much for living in a Democracy...
i much prefer living in the crab-bucket of
the secular pride and agony of the current spoof
and **** mustard licking non-budge:
if there's that Hill of Rome with the Shining Light
and that process is a Tier above Democracy...
i will sooner believe in that Process...
whereby the Informed Elect are given
EARNED rights to vote...
than giving anyone the ******* trickery of:
where no hand washes another hand
instead probably resorts to ******* or choking
another or sign-language
and the grey matter of politics without the clarity
of 20th century adventurers of the desports
like ****** like Mao like Stalin:
those SPEZZIALS... of the 20th century:
dwarfing the authority of Popes and obviously
the Kings are extinct... are going to be:
the last reserve for some bricks and mortar relegated
to England
while Whitechapel Whittle Ingsh'shleen land is
and is the stink of New Bombay...
because you might think because it's written in English
it's not half rotting Irish and i want to
go away...
but at least in that sort of Democracy i believe
the process... the pomp and measure and circumstance
i believe in the Democracy that Elected
the Pope...
i don't believe in the Democracy of the People
that Elects the President...
because effectually that's an Election of an Election
and when i tried to vote in England
i realized i couldn't because there was too much
blockage
and i gave up
also realizing that i wouldn't be voting
for the Prime Minister but my local Member of Parliament...
so England the the Vatican aligned
although the Vatican makes more sense
than England
England is **** ENGLAND is ****
i don't care what it believes by now it's delusional...
i believe in a Democracy of the Elect...
i don't believe in a Democracy
as some bogus "god" given or "ontological" ripe
way to prescribe how people organize themselves...
i don't believe in this American Democracy and
its subsequent clamor and itches...
i believe in a Democracy of the Elected
elected through duty and patience and perseverance
but to give a vote out just like that...
who could possibly believe in the western
notion of democracy
when that sort of democracy of anyone for anyone
i believe in strict rules i believe
in being informed...
kick a rock down the road and call it a disgruntled
mountain...
like the media that parasite of democracy
that is this beast...
thankfully the Lion has returned to Rome
from the marriage to a Unicorn in England
and i'll maybe i'll whoever will leave
a fake Lion a Chimera still wedded to that Unicorn
and perhaps the Lion will return to Rome
and what a great opening with Ave Maria and talk
of peace with a smile
because i too wonder what the stresses of
that position will bring but then you wonder
how resolute and Park-Ming-Son
   Jean-Pauli-zhe-Sek-Und woz...
                                and wow... these elections happen
with such spectacular precision children weep
and i'm lost in believing the western world
or any alternative is giving me enough
care to worry about the world to preserve itself...
i'm content:
i did whisper the name... leo... leo.... leo...
ah but with hindsight and knowing how the internet
works: charlatan! you want to be right!
not really...         i did predict a Frenchman of the throne
of st. Peter...
double whammy he also has H'American credentials!
ha! and there's me also applying for a Green Card
to ******* to Kauai... so... m'eh m'eh... BLAH!

i do wonder under how many years\the Greeks
spent under Islam
the Islam of the Turks an Asian variation
a Euroasian vision
go pleae give Australia give us a hug
because of AC/DC and Silverchair
and the BBQ "keyboard"

there i was thinking it would be a great
cover to drink
a little bit a little bit a little bit too much
in grandma's house
before the Black MAdonna MY Lady
peace before the Swedes took over
thje party....

Brastislau
Brelau
     Bronis'aw Brodorski
i ten ch'op ten obok:
ja ja! schnell schnell!
te oba! te dvaj!
daj daj daj~!

just enough poison with enough
touch
because i read Olson and Welles
and Pound:
this petty worth of imagery
and the lady from the hills...
to night adventure
into hopes of dreams
in the culprit with the huddling pigeons...
a return to 6am sunshine and walks
rather than sleeping in...

i like watching a football match
on the balcony
because the air is tight
and cold
and i'm living a plagiarism of Knausgaard's
life i am learning to drive
a car and my birthday is coming up
and i'm actually getting **** done
like talking to my fairy godmother
i don't think she knows
my life in Poland
she only only knows my life in England
and in English
she doesn't know that i live
a double life a double lie therefore
the truth
i think of god when i'm alone
and watching a football match
i was going to save that joint
for when i was planning to graduate
with a driving license i was going
to exchange on the black market
of the banana boat men
i was going to lead the catholic revival of England
i would make it my mission to convert
England back to Catholicism
and i would be there
like an Islam
in my Catholicism
i would have the Empires of the Incas
the Aztec
the Spanish Indians
not the English Indians
that Chimera Beast of the British Empire
it would be an Emblem
of a Unicorn and a Chimera:
not a Lion
and there i would put my green cross
on a flag of yellow
i admired the flags of imaginary countries
like the white and black PRussians
i would think about history
without looking at history books
i would be the only stoner in the village
the village Shaman
and this is res cogitans
going to bed with res cogitans
and therefore inflating geating ready
to put on dream armour and

become the Id...
66:30
PSG 1 : ARS 0
agg 2 - 0
and the t.v. is super down low
and grandma i'm only passing
through this couldron of witchy spells
i predicted an Irishman or a Frenchman
to be the next pope
i'm also covering the Election of the Pope
like i am youir fight against Islam
if there is Islam in England
then there is also Catholicism in England
and we are over a BILLION strong
let me flex my muscles
at the University of Warsaw

68:10 a missed pentalty by PSG
not a Spanish
not Americas
let Christianity return to Europe
where it was defended
please let it return to mediate
the English with the Norsemen and translate
to the Low Germans...
that became English
the SWABS and CWIK... some picture
i forgot to take when
walking thinking i'd memorising it
but there's also the Election of the Polish President
and i think i'm kinda patrtiotic in a way
i think the Pope died
when i came back to Poland
or no: that would be nice
but like a Catholic rat i scuttled back
and the media can be protestant
and Anglophile or whatever
the Universal B;lah blah
i'm the SHAMAN of the residence so many drunks
walked through these walls i sometimes
do wonder how my grandmother
streuggled through it
and she says it like a nun swearing
but today i was making custard
with my wife and daughter over the phone...

72:12

PSG 2 - ARsenral 0

lost on agg

****! i missed a gole! **** ****! too busy
thinking about god and nothing
and id est
cf.
est id ego?

            loot the womb come out empty
no brothers
no sisters
thinks his grandmother is a serial killer
or maybe High Priest
like the Mother in Dune
some temporal shift wavey lines
i mean a French Pope
a Pope **** Pope French
i've been biting my nails and
Ądam EwĘ
  
   tym kolem zamnkne i jak niby zapomne
to powiem z kresk'

   tam tak zastomne
zapowiem
pan zastepow
pan kazdy swej mowy
i tym diarkytyka
pan nad polaka: 'yd
no znaczy: 'yd:               Er                     Zet...


77:12
PSG 2 - Arsenal 1

     Ż i tak od litery do litery a' do Sokratesa:
i tak jakim tam tam
innym to Grek
i nie inny Pan s'owem
to te pierw szkice
a nie 'kice///

             tak bzu bzu bzu
i ten 'yd           i Egipt
i gYpt

i do remember quiet vividly that when i was in Russia
i was never allowed to turn on
the television to be fed state propaganda:
no chicken no cluck no breadcrumbs from the Tsar's
leftover table...
now... i find myself unable to consecrate thinking
with not thinking:
there's this neo-Cartesian impasse
when it comes to juggling
the trinity of the things that:
think, extend and are nothing...
              i like my calm neo-Cartesian model:
some assurance from mathematics and its
strict abidance to geometry... blah blah...
to the squint and octopus eyed ones nothing
more than a lazily attached Q to an A...
that whole Hebrew borrowed immigrant schtick
that seems exhausted in H'America...
like Hyat! Attention! Seigl! Achtung! Achtung!
words like custardo-******* pie-oh! yong-tung!
mmmiasma mmmiasma
the reality of the stiletto and the surrealism
of the elephant...
    how Debussy is someone who gave
piano a rhythm and melody
while there is no rhythm or melody in Chopin:
not shoe shoe my red wrinkling toe makes
gestures for imitating mouth
i said: CHOP a PIN
i didn't SHOE or otherwise...
i didn't say LIST i said LISHT...
why must it be so hard, otherwise: this otherwise
being now
just enough bread and ***** to
give enough creases to the bedsheets
of the demons wearing them
and my how tiny New York (Manhattan alone)
seems
i didn't see much of the "other" areas...
but in this little town where i currently
reside who knows how big anything is
or how anything small:
but a crusty bun with pumpkin seeds
and enough butter
and if my wife keeps reminding me that
she's 18 years older i
just don't know how that will make sense
but for all her ordained prowess to feel
so empowered
she's throwing at me these stones from the Vatican
and Mecca
and i'm not the one to be
a lunatic gesticulating praises in the middle
of the day when other sensible people
are in the marketplace selling vegetables
and spewing Roman squat...
but this Cartesian model... to fathom egoism
and egoism's retraction within the confines
of the RES VANUS was
always going to be missing when presented with
the grand God and Cogito
or... otherwise...
from the res cogitans and the res extensa
because even my sensible well adept godmother:
doctor etc. etc. might ask a question
while i was falling asleep:
because i wasn't
for her to scribble some forms
and that whole scenario played out
so broken: like a scrutiny of a paraphrase:
but so alone within the demands of glue and eyes
before the television
i fall asleep
to a searching screech and by due...
i'm not here to relax i'm here to learn to drive
an elephant after being given no allowance
to drive a bicycle after already walking...
after being allowed to pay the fair for a bus...
so... talk to monkey explore the parrot's circus act
but even modern pop is so modern i
tend to opt out than to pop us
as receiving the congested messages
of scheme...

because i listen to music so infrequently, now - these days,
if i am attempting to scribble something or, other,
it takes great and at the same time so diligence
as to what i will choose to feed my hearing...
to preserve the purpose
or to at least keep a sense of sanity: and face:
i opt for something classical
and within that: i can crawl into the ***** of prose
and and... a poetic... journalistic cascade of
free-form: whereby i am not dictated by obligations
of whatever it is that is already spared
by dictates of ink and paper:
a break into prison planet: as Copernicus-Nostradamus
could have said about the advent of the internet:
by no nobility by the same "gentry":
it's only "if" and "now" that i have a "wife"
and by "wife" i implore the distinction between
obligation and the freefall before death
this insinuated demand of her's to spare her
the gruel and details and some of being left
stranded on a desert island...
some music soothing... almost all that is necessary
and not like genuflecting: some parody of faith
she tries to translate into telepathy...
i roll another cigarette in secret and i'm
alone on purpose:
in that solipsistic limbo of ghosts who have just
been born into a cabaret of voyeurism
that nothing like a stand-up comedian in
the English-speaking-world can match...
such a flicker of dust or ambiance
of semblance with the moon...
Satie's Gnossiennes are not the competition
between Liszt and Chopin and
hey **! hey presto! the demand for maestro and
the garden gnomes to sing in rhapsody...
i can't pick up the Satanic Verses and think
they are worth the cut of mustard
when that's the mustard eaten after
a dinner by the dollop and spoonful to appease more
appetite...
i think i will make my bed
and call it nighty-night before 10pm comes...
and i will know as much of me as i know as much
of me now
because even if i were to read a poem
ugly beautiful meaningful or elsewhere
my wife would still think me funnier than funny
with my Catholic gesticulation:
but i of no faith still go to the necropolis and light
a candle a at the grave of my family long gone
not out of some diligence:
without question... without ask...
i do so because in that instance i am not
reprimanded for lack or loss of belief:
i just find a mirror and myself in it
and i don't ask...
why... on earth in hell or heaven above
ask such a pointless question that serves
an answer for a sieve without the curios movement
of water...
as such... Darwinism and ontology:
and since when man... categorized as animal
behold... this mammal of equal parring with ape
and lion...
decided to question his ontology further
and became accustomed to the ontology
of ants and of social order?
when will we have ourselves for ourselves
and leave the ants to the ants for the sake of ants
but instead
these ontological chimeras of apes dressed in
exoskeletons and elsewhere:
so i was stressed so this theorizing the testing of
my aptitude on the road worth of:
i hope the worth of a tank and not being a pedestrian
of a cyclist involves so much ******* nuances
but that's not the point:
Satie is playing and i'm typing
but i can see my wife laughing:
oh ha ha! why go to the necropolis and light
a candle at a grave...
so... erm... so?       so i can have a moment
with my own mortal self?
i recently lit a candle at the gravestone of my
father's grandparents
of whom i have no memory of...
so i rolled a cigarette and drank 200ml of *****
like a typical Gypsy...
and that's in Poland so a place that used to be
a haven for gypsies and Jews before the advent
of the Hippies in Western Europe and America...
yet even tonight...
i think i need more Debussy than Satie...
i went on my night round and when grandma
asked i bought some ice-cream and some
pork meat: whole cut! whole cut she said...
well... i looked at the prices...
if i were to buy prepped mince pork rather than
own a mincer and bought a whole piece whole:
i'd be buying 3x the price...
obviously i bought some *****...
because memories started flooding in
and i had a headache and i thought white magic medicine
of the paracetamol wasn't enough...
at least alcohol helps you to relax
when you are stressed...
given enough fresh air and the space between other
people in a KURVIDOWEK like the town
i currently occupy:
it's both headache medicine and a sedative...
and if you quest for not turning on the television
after a certain hour:
you almost get a sense of how Norwegian literary hermits
live with all their Noble prizes and intuitions...

the breaking into the enso...
that the Cartesian model missed...
that there is the res cogitans
and that subsequently there's the res extensa...
sure...
but where does egoism and solipsism
the inflation conjure itself like a Kantian res per se
arise from?
surely from the res vanus: the empty thing...
countless times i could: COULD have been
told by jubilant "Christians" that
Catholicism is an understood plague
equivalent to that of Ishmael:
but by now it's all economics and the cheapest
labor
and why western women feel disinclined to
promulgate the species
because our curiosity has been satiated
and it only takes the fringes to get some hair
and some comb over... politico juice...
but that's not enough:
drop a centipede into a glass reservoir of
crawling stampedes of cockroaches
and... some ontological revelation?
but as man or monkey and why
would a monkey think itself not a monkey
while man constantly thinks himself not a man
but somehow all the other proponents of bio-mechanization?
like me lighting a candle before a grave is
somehow a translucent travesty for the Christian
belief of: by the word said by the deed exacted...
Islam doesn't bother me...
it doesn't even fascinate me...
it's just some miraculous *****-juice of verbiage
that learned akin to AI to build brick-on-brick...
nothing more...
the quest for late 19th century Paris
being established
as was:
perhaps reminiscent of the Medieval period
time of Islam were homosexuality was rife
because... the harems were without ******-Toys...
perhaps...
why should i care: is that pride talking
or my ambivalence toward nothing?
after all... if my egoism is to be critised:
by the extended thing i implore my surroundings to
give me vector:
but without an external thing:
my res cogitans structure becomes schizoid:
lucky me for also being bilingual!
but imagine me not being so fortunate!
imagine me when in the pit of the res vanus
with a res cogitans unable to escape!
because without a genuine world
and a genuine identity that is what happens
to these poor unsold lots of man
and their tribulations...