Saturday 24 April 2021

Harmony Justice Proportion.

I should like to think

On lovely things

On the lovely things

That Justice brings

I should like to ponder

Proportionately yonder

Here and there

At what and where

I should like to one day Harmonize

To speculate to hypothesize

To trip and to cast and to calculate

The everlasting space and weight

And now and again to contemplate

The wondrous peal and

The proper shape 

Of Never.


Friday 23 April 2021

Reddit is a website

 On the internet

The internet is what you go on

On your device

Your device

Was made by a slave

Who may well be dead by now.

You will never know.

On reddit there are ‘subs’. ‘Subs’ are sort of like clubs for enthusiasts of this or that such as, and for example; nonpoetry, or shaved pussy. I must report to you now that, I joined a sub called try on haul on reddit.. This is for people who like to watch attractive young women trying on fashionable garments; consumer items, intended to emphasize and to advertise their sexuality and to incorporate that into a fantasy of sexual availability. These clothes present young women as sexual flesh; dressed, pickled and spiced - for ready delectation, use and consumption as commodity. The garments used in the presentations are disposable and ephemeral. The body, the flesh of the woman - is the living and vital core of the gestalt; whereas the clothes are the ephemera that orbit the nucleus of the essential meaning presented - which is the concentration and focus and application of energetic impulse into imaginative extrapolation and elaboration of the singular unified constellation of activity into the proceeding development of a single notional rubric of the primacy of the flesh as essentially and summarily - the Vagina and the Anus - In that; human flesh is the ideal destination of the totality of existential aspiration and inevitable and Final Object and ultimate meaning of the actual presentations.

Anyway from going on that - I ended up on Pornhub looking at a channel called DestinationKat. There is a girl on there - whom I have watched quite a lot since I found her on reddit. She makes videos of herself trying on various garments - very often underpants. She will put on, remove and then replace, pair after pair of underpants, one after the other, on and on, over and over. Sometimes the activity is framed such that one can see her whole body - and in that make at leisure, an estimation of its proportions, shapes, qualities and desirability, from a distance, as it were. Sometimes, the actions are framed in close up. Each pair of underpants worn, requires that a full exhibition of the effective display of ‘cameltoe’ (visibly clothed Labia Majora) be achieved - and simultaneously of compulsory interest, and very necessary, to the experience as a whole; is the effect of the buttocks so disposed in each particular pair of underpants donned. 'Kat' turns about without fail and presents such, for each garment worn. These underpants are always insufficient to properly cover the buttocks and often, they are merely drawn into a rope or cord of material lodged and situated in the Ass crack itself. This fact of sustained and repeated and repetitive buttock display; serves to present the buttocks as matter for profound contemplation and in that, the discovery is obtained; of facts, fancies, articles, ideas, essence and meaning that a cursory perusal of such, will inevitably exclude by its brevity. One is brought by this into an intimate awareness and sense of revelation and enlightenment into Mystery. Such intimate, repetitive and compulsive urging of one's attention - is a novel and original and a profoundly gratifying and edifying challenge to faculty.

During the various phases of the operations presented one is similarly exposed to the nude Labia Majora of ‘Kat’ and similarly governed into the most exquisite of exaltation and speculation in regard of these Labia. At odd intervals ‘Kat will turn about in the exhibition of her nude buttocks - in that she will gently draw her buttocks apart with her hands - so as to present her Vagina and her Anus for ready perusal. Such actions punctuating the proceedings with a sense of replete and wholesome luxury and a final and tremendous and ultimate meaning. ‘Kat’ appears to have a very finely developed aesthetic enthusiasm - this can readily be known in the fact that she has not had her teeth bleached to a pure and brilliant white: White = Death, petrification, stagnation, stasis, and corruption (the human mouth as doorway to Hell). She has left her teeth as fresh and uninsulted; that is to say that they are very slightly yellow and obviously living, vital, moral and effective. The compelling and nourishing property of her refined aesthetic is a rewarding and heartwarming and a very tremendously physically, spiritually and emotionally beneficial phenomenon.


I like Cheese

I like Cheese 
I have it on a regular basis 
The last Cheese what I had 
It was Goats Cheese 
It come with a side salad 
What I got Purchase wise 
From Marks and Spencer 
On South End Green 
Next to the Royal Free 
When I went in there 
The sentinel on the door 
Gestured to remind me to put on a mask 
I told her that I am exempt 
I mean We all are 
The Royal Free is the first shop 
What I went to last year 
And I saw people keeping away from each other 
I done a Poem about it 
I didn’t know what it was all about 
I had to Google it 
I think that people who participate in Soziale Distanzierung 
They are criminal murderers 
I would kill them all Right now 
If I could 
Every last one of them 
Scum Filth Garbage 
Anyway I have Cheddar sometimes 
I went through a phase 
Of having 2 toasted cheese sandwiches 
Made from sliced white With Eggs and Bacon 
Every morning 
Cheddar 
A few years ago 
Then I had a funny feeling I ought to get a Carbon Monoxide detector 
I have no idea why 
Anyway I got one from Sam In B & S Homecare D.I.Y In Kentish Town 
The best shop in London 
I have had that Cooker for 30 years 
I found it in The Chapel Flat 8 when I moved in 
It was there I fixed it up 
The Grill I mean when I got it 
The grill would not go 
I took the bastard to bits 
I cleaned it up Anyway 
I been living with a Grill It has been Fucking me 
With Carbon Monoxide For 30 years 
The Hobs are alright 
On that gas cooker 
The one at the front On the left 
You have to keep it from being on too hard 
Or it spits out the Death as well 
I don’t have no cheese toasted sandwiches no more 
I have got a packet of Feta In the fridge 
There is something very very funny 
About the Refrigerator 
I got it a few years ago 
After the one that Martha gave me in 1990 
Died 
Before that I never had one 
I used to keep the milk outside 
The kitchen window 
On the ledge 
In the winter 
It was 10 years old 
That fridge 
When Martha give it to me 
She is an Architect 
I think she believes in Al Qaioviddiqui 
I am not sure 
But if she does 
I wish that she was dead as well 
And you too 
I really do 
If you do 
Really 
She lives just around the corner 
I moved in here in 2018 
They put me in here 
Because the Chapel was redeveloped It was crumbling 
The Chapel was built in 1983 From concrete 
I don’t live in The Chapel no more I come here 
This is a house made from bricks 
I bump in to her from time to time 
Jose used to like to go to orgies with his Black Wife 
Jose is not attracted to white women at all 
He is Black only 
Jose is from Espanol 
He is a really kind man 
He said that 
She sucked his cock in an Orgy 
And that it drew a big audience 
Anyway 
The one I have got now 
The refrigerator 
I got it from Argos 
I didn’t have no money for it 
I had to use my credit card 
Anyway 
Not that long ago 
The noise from it began to bother me 
I mean My perception changed 
I understood what that humming is 
I see it now alright 
It is Death 
From being nothing to me 
That noise 
It became Death 
I am cognizant now 
I cannot be in the room with it on no more 
I turn it off when I am in there 
I put it on when I am out of the room 
Such as At work 
Or in bed 
I used to love Parmesan Cheese 
Lashings of it 
On spaghetti 
De Cecco is the best Pasta 
I had the spaghetti 
With sundried tomatoes 
Olive Oil 
And Salami 
The best Parmesan I had 
Was from an Italian Deli In Fitzrovia 
Just up from Seven Dials 
Gouged from the round With a metal spike 
That was in 1992 
Incredible 
The best sundried tomatoes 
What I ever had 
Were the ones from Salvino 
On Brecknock Road 
They were thickly caked in sea salt and very very chewy 
I been through all sorts of phases 
With all sorts of cheese 
As you do From 1990 to 2003 
I was a shelf stacker 
In Sainsburys Camden 2100 - 0700 - 10 hour night shift 
I done weekends 
You got paid more for that 
Anyway 
I always done the Cheese 
Or the Cooked meats 
Sainsburys was where I really learned first hand 
What Evil is 
Up close and personal 
I done it 
That Job 
So that I could paint pictures on my time off 
In the winter I saw no light at all 
During the 13 winters 
Living that way 
Arising at 1600 Retiring at 0800 
Every day 
Due to needing to not disrupt my sleeping patterns 
What come from working at night at the weekend 
So I was fit to paint 
Going for months at a time 
Without seeing the sun 
Is something that you ought to try 
I really mean it 
Working at night 
Is bad for you 
It slowly destroys you 
Because it is not what God intended you to do 
For every year that you live nocturnal 
You will need 6 months to get your strength back 
Your vitality 
It was seven years 
From after I left that job 
Before I felt my feet 
Reconnect to the planet 
That is just the way that it is 
I used to like painting a real lot 
I don’t know why 
When you see Sainsburys on TV 
You don’t see the Rats and the Mice 
The droppings and the filth 
The suffering and the humiliation 
The Death 
Funny that.
The last day that I saw Tony he was very unwell and his GP came to see him. The GP said she wanted to keep him out of hospital if possible and so she was arranging to have him assessed for his now changed care needs. He was going down and out for sure. I mean OK you just defer to these people. She said that last year he had been ‘her’ first case of Covid. I mean last year he was all fucked up, and some District Nurse come over and offered him a once per 10 years Vaccination for Pneumonia. He rolled up his sleeve and then shortly after that he was in hospital for 3 months with his chest. The dude had Sepsis. This was before the Covid Hoax. When he come out of hospital - I was not looking forward to it because I didn’t think that he would last long. They said that while he was there he got Covid and recovered from that as well. I mean they got the Covid Hoax all boosted up while he was in there. They think that we are that stupid. Most of us are. They raped him into the Hoax. Tony didn’t know. When he come out I asked him; ‘’What was you in hospital for Tony.’’ ‘’My leg.’’ He answered. Stupid fucking prick. ‘’Have you heard of Corona Virus Tony?’’ ‘’No.’’ ‘’Have you had Corona Virus Tony?’’ ‘’No.’’ That was funny and refreshing. Good old Tony. Anyway after the GP left - I could see that Tony was too weak to put a cup of tea - to his lips. I sent a report to the office and I said that his evening carer was going to need to call Tony an ambulance if he was still not able to eat or drink unassisted. Later on, at the end of my day, I was passing his gaff on my way home so I called in to see him to check for myself how he was doing. He was on the floor. Face down. It is not that unusual to find these oldies on the floor. The oldies love the floor. They keep going there. Real regular. He was conscious and I don’t remember what we said but I went into the kitchen and I dialled 999. The funny thing was that the operator told me that an ambulance had already been called and that it was already on its way. The odd thing about that was that I had found him alone. I don’t know who had called the ambulance. There was no mistake though. We went through all of his details. They were all there on the system already. I went back to see Tony. He asked me for help. I told him the truth; that I was not allowed to try to move him and that there was nothing I could do to help him. I told him that help was on its way. If he had gone into cardiac arrest - I could have tried CPR on him but on all the documents they give him when he come out of hospital - it had big red capital letters on it ‘’DO NOT RESUSCITATE.’’ Fair enough for an 87 year old smoker with chronic lung disease. I told him last year that if he carried on smoking - that he would die soon. ‘’Why do you keep saying that?’’ Fucking moron. So what I did then was leave. I left him there on the floor. There was nothing for me to do to help him. He had chosen his path to the door. Everything was disposed the way that he had, in his superior technique of Mystery arranged it. I mean I begged him to cover his chest and to stay warm as summer waned and I gave him more than one of my own garments suitable to protect him. I bought him a scarf as well. He never accepted to use any of it. OK Tony. I get it. It's your party and you are crying because you want to. As I was leaving; he addressed me for the final time in his life: ‘’I am dying here.’’ Great job Tony. Welcome to square 1. I had no reply. The next thing I heard was that he had ‘’Had a stroke’’ while in hospital. In other words they gave him the Genocide Jab and he didn’t like it. What can you do? Then I heard that he had been put in a care home and that he had snuffed it a couple of days after he got there. This was all about 8 weeks after I had last seen him. I told him on the last day that I saw him how much he meant to me but he didn’t want to hear it - I mean he knew why I was troubling to say it. Stupid Fucking Bastard.

Monday 20 May 2019

Knowledge is Power. Am I right? I am right. So now you must ask How much power do they want me to have? and What do I think they think I need to know about anything? If you have any sense you will see that the answer is nothing and nothing. That's right you will see that where you are supposed to be is adrift adrift on an infinite ocean of lies rudderless and compassless without possibility of identifying any truth whatsoever and permanently and finally disorientated and lost they want you to be where you are that is to say in a different dimension to the truth with no possibility not even in principle of identifying anything as it really is this is where they have us and this is what everything has been done to achieve culture history academia these are owned and controlled but not by you or me they want us to have nothing and everything is being done to make it so.

Friday 23 April 2010