The guy sees her and smiles
he sees the way she smiles
he sees the way she laugh
he sees the way her short hair is done the same way each day
he sees the way she changes
he sees the way she smiles less
he sees the way her laugh is chaning
He sees the way her short hair is done the saw way each day
he sees the  way shes starting to wear sleeves
he sees the way people look at her
he sees the way she crys
he sees the way her smile is gone
he sees the way her laugh is gone
he sees the way the tears roll down her face
he sees the way the scares on her wrist are bleeding
he sees the way less people showed up at her funral
he sees the way he becomes her

i love the fact that many psychological
myths,
of nuance,
  or whatever misnomer you wish
to address the matter with,
are nothing short of the darwinian
circus...
                       i think we should
gravitate and take darwinism,
that this prime toy of the anglophonic
hive away from the children,
they're getting carried away with it,
it's "apparently"
                         being uniservally applied...
                 "but" telepathy does exist,
it's not a myth,
   not when steam-rolling through
hive populations of bees...
                 hive bee populations are
courted by a telepathic hive
mentality...
                   monotheism is derived
from bees,
                     i'll keep spewing
this outlandish statements,
when and where,
           individuals will recede to stop
to matter to craft an alternative
impetus... savvy?
                 to look into the eyes
of a macaqye,
yet borrow much more from
either an ant or a bee...
                **** the outliers,
looking at stars or atoms...
why... file an argument...
to consecrate oneself upon
the altar of monkeys,
but at the same time,
borrowing the ontology of insect?
               what feud,
would become apparent
among the europeans?
          you're trying to tell me,
the template is the monkey,
but when congregating,
we're the more civile chimps...
but more or less rooted
in bee hives?!
          no wonder mainstream
trans politico emerged!
           - you know how hard
it's to trans- hebrew into roman?!
i'm trying:
   chirek i (that dot below
the heh)...
                    vav and the "e": tzere...
i knew a time when chirek
was chirek, now... it's apparently
hiriq...

tzadi (צ‎) gave birth to tzeré (e)
   kaf (כ) gave birth to kametz (a)...
chet (ח) gave birth to chirek (i)
                  and cholem (o)...
   samekh (ס) and
   shin (ש) gave birth to shurek (u)
  
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                   hebrew for christians
my ***...
'ere... ride this donkey...
i can't help, if the hebrews will treat
their vowels, like diacritical
markers imposed upon
                the latin script...
indiscrimnate whether
vowel or consonant...
  
              these israeli ******* keep
chaning the nouns associated
to their letters?
what was that last one?
                
   so no wonder then...
              with the first brothers,
who predate cain and abel...
"notably"...
           א         (aleph)
                         and           ע            (ayin)...
two vowels...
   a-lpha
      o-mega
                o-micron
          e-psilon...
      come around to **** with
the romans without any greeks,
are you?

             see... ******* works once...
twice... we learn ****...
         you want me to revise
the old testament,
i will..
                  aleph and ayin...
status: consonant,
yet... but the groundwork
of greek logic, theta and phi...
FF            AA...
          
           - bull to a china shop:
  hello china shop!
- china shop to a bull:
****, we're packing out bags...
he's snorting cold air before
he's going to charge!

engaging in art is a serious matter...
a matter most grevious
to think that my wife thinks me a poet
above all else
than a philosopher

the counter-productive act of writing
and not BEING
what is being written...

it is coming to the joy of using words
and with words
coming to a glorious afternoon
where the thinking route was taken
and pause:
refrain:
the onslaught of sound in music
to drown out the distant children
and some impossible immobile
sequence of events

like hacking
but the only hacking taking place
is questionable spatial
awareness
the pedestrians' pedestrian
is me right now
i'm not thinking of emotions
just markings
in chess and otherwise

because there are worst things in life
no writing come the early afternoon
with some AMPHETAMINES
of the res cogitans wrestling with the res
extensa
and i kid you not
res extensa has no knowledge of the res
cogitans

coming across a Cartesian schematic
TOY
a TOYWORD
i need to keep this crypto
and i just laughed
and laughed with good reason
to later listen to her
while hierarchies and reality checks
came into place
and this is the High Church speaking
to the Low Church
about Christianity:
we../. mechanics: keep the spires of thje church
within the democratic process
there are angels who
are like navigators
see further instructions from NAvigator Angels
not Gurdian Angels:
you fate is in balance...
let's make Roman Money
should have Christianity arrived outside
of the noble outside the Roman Empire?
Islam should have claimed those lands
before Christianity
but it didn't...
at night my room is scary:
there's a whiff of the French Revolution
the Spanish Inquisition
and the Irish: second hander second come
the helpful, "helpful": moralizer
the automobile is my foot
and grease on / off the peddle

there are avenue to walk back into
the day mantra of dealing with
the res extensa with the res extensa
in the bubble of parasite
of solipsism
after all:
eternal perpetual motion was not bound
to God but for us
to stop the planets
or better orientate ourselves
to the planets thus: by chaning the time
once in a while
as mortals our toy is time
and our obstacle: vehicle is space
we **** around with time
so much so that it has become a telepathic imitation
toy
even words are toys
if guided toward philosophy:
joy...
shouldn't-question-worthiness be introduced
into the Romantic frantic beating of the heart
and there and then the sun descended beneath clouds
and went to sleep
suns sleep during their pride and primodial
and jovial most moments
i have found a Cartesian toy

a philosophy impasse
i found a cartesian thing alongside Socrates' nothing
the thing is a definite article
while nothing is an indefinite article
look at me cutting red tapes
for us navigating angels to come through
there was a death a critical accident
the sky is falling and pigs are flying...
and there's the unification of Germany
on the palm of my hand: a cactus...

my bedroom is horrors known in the cold
and dark
and there's a child
and there's a wife
and here is me on a raft
alone sinking
and floating and flying
and having dreams about exams
about how best to solve by folding
all the boxes
and giving the devil his due:
well... if god envied the spirit
of the mind and of the times
and wanted to trespass with it
in this world:
so Jesus was born
and he came with this Sacred Spirit
but that's not a good thing
he pulverized the Res Extensa world
with the COGITO
without the solipsism of the res cogitans
marker
dictate: passing through a junction:
underpass, bridge of sighs...
there are worst things in life than
finding the SPUTNIK UFO worth an EGO
still thinking about architecture
and the herbimensch...
i wonder about parts of Europe
before the spread of Christianity
and Islam had ample opportunity
to covert Lithuania
and that's me anxious about not buying
today's newspaper
but then i have a Cartesian schematic-toy
and i'm giving myself directions
of intuition
which is born from the collective synchronization
of the senses of the res extensa
the res cogitans has no senses
as it only has the mind
and the mind is a substance
res extensa has inanimate properties
while the res extensa has animate properties
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the grey allure of the walls toned
and light pure see-through
invisible light flour
light
i think by surrogacy you imply
the stress on autonomy
when children are involved
and it's not your own
and you don't own it
and you can't cuddle it
and it doesn't want to be cuddled
it's not touch starved
and you just want to hug her
and tell her:
****... it's not going to get
any easier
but perhaps i can be here
to tell you: if it could get worse
it wouldn't happen
this is God giving at the unbearably bearable reality
if we want to make it into a realism
we become artists and thinkers
and ******* around
giving the great yawn mouth of nothing
her secular divinations of death
and our transparent stance of it...

come 4pm i will be cooking a curry
for solo...
fat chance... i will be pushing my most extremes
i finally folded in the "plot"
in *******
and i started to fear opening my res cogitans
in the res cogitans with the image
of the exploding mind emoji...

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but there's no midnight oil:
perhaps i was paid for my antics in the day
when i grow old
when i grow old
this is not me writing this when i am old
and settled
this is Moses writing
on the job: drunk or what?!
this is Moses the one cardinal rule
you will not know the observable world
you will only see it as observed in pockets
of the world:
yet you will never,
ever... never! never! NEVER! see the observable world!
forget it! man! forget it man!
you will never see the observable world!
you are a res cogitans at most!