Saturday, 2 June 2012

Word chains of english language in whatever idiom [I hate].
Word games like french or russian, or even grammar-empty chinese
      though too fat with congealed aphorism.
All vomitus-inducing after gargled through mouth.
A song of rules: transparent chains - like boring mozart tunes.
A sawing noise.
Memory of modern german boys mindless in
       their ritualized Glaubensbekenntnis (mostly low-ranking SS).
      Or the grammar obsessed outsider
      wielding subjunctive
                     Balmung
                     against self-pitying imperialist.

In meiner Arbeit, different chains
          electron ropes plaited in round labyrinth.
                           At core,
               tight like diamond.
                  > 800 mg/mL
           Unmelting stones of ice


Too many projects hounding brain.
2 poisons:
      liver eater and usurper of white blood.
                 Hiding always
            behind the sweet
                    moving
                         layers of
                     water loving rings.
Unstable.
Unrecognizable.
Feeding the lumpenproletariat of science.
me.

Pensive
Persian
friend in
Cypress
with
deranged
French
millionaire
for wedding
of G.
Both rejected
by cypriot locals:
      turks painted to plagiarize
      minoan pornography

Gallic drunkard spewing
                        endless abuse
                      at boring women:
      'closer to arabs and syrians than to Europe [french].'
 
Rubbishy English on its beaches.
                     refuse of britannia

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