the current, cultural export of these people (the h'americans) tells you a lot, they're not not the sort of people to have landed on the moon: more like the sort of people who landed on their own asses... self-claustrophobic and subsequently self-orientated, the world closures of capitalism: self-employed... whence people shunned bogus entrepreneurship for a calm collective borrowed from experiences in pedagogy: schools... the current people off the "current" people that landed on moon? they're not the same people... 50 years is not exactly a breaking point... uber (the app) was alive and well in St. Petersburg.. you'd urban hitch-hike... stick your thumb out... a stranger would pick you up... western lands? highly agreeable socities are also highly conscientious societies... but they're also low on trust... a monetary anti-monetary foundation... trust is neither an agreeable nor a conscientious aggregate... the plunge... you either trust a stranger: or you don't... these: the current h'americans: are not the sort of people equate to: having made a landmark for a "collective" humanity of landing on the moon... nope... if they were the people who affirmed such a feat... they'd be rolemodels... they're not! these people didn't land on the moon and starved the brothers Grimm... even if they did? a fluke... like i said: if they did? i'd be a tourist on the moon... evidently they didn't land on the moon with a fucking smartphone in the palm of their hands... such a super-computer that was measured by cubic metres to allot... self-absrobed anorexic barbies in hansel und gretel gingerbread grand "not so really great" gatsby lodges... i caste my doubts... whether or not it happened is... no one doubted Gagarin... beside the point... now i would be deluded... if i said such things, having stood on the moon... i still see no reason to celebrate... the sort of people who would have ventured for a footprint and a lodged flag on the surface on the moon, would not be the sort of people we are to inquire about... i guess the fiction exhuasted itself... played cheat-mode against the Soviets... and yet... how peacefully did the Soviet Union disintegrate... no combatitive Kazakhs... Uzbekhs... etc., it fell apart like a: yawn... imagine if the states were to disintegrate... partisan unions akin to the confederate allign would sprout! these people didn't land on the moon, not in their current state... landing on the moon is one thing, resorting to claim an economic boost via reality t.v. smut? that's quiet another!

i'm sorry, where are we "at" again?
i've been experiencing a lullaby effect
for some time...
100 years on the revival is not enough...
to claim: "independence" -
russian gas, saudi dajjal ibn-saud oil:
muhammad did warn the saudis...
he would come from the east...
of course he wasn't talking about
genghis khan... where is
Riyadh? east of both Mecca and Medina...
guess what? camel jockeys in Yemen...
seems the Arabs hate... fellow Arabs...
as a German might hate an Anglo-ßaß!
detour:
in my hyperinflated cloud of "ego":
i hear voices crying...
the cartesian res extensa is the closest
analogy of defining schizoid symptoms...
if... you still gravitate toward the crux
of "identifying" as a res: cogitans...
minor sidenote in psychiatry...
never mind...
i'm sure San Francissco will solve
the matter with a filtering of the brood
via shit and urine stains...
but i do have my own history...
eh... sorry... no crusader chanting...
i wish, i doubly wish...
i'm like a anti-fibre piece of toast:
"they" did launch the crusades against
the muslims, "they" did launch
the northern crusades against
the Lithuanians...
buffer zone? Poland... ugh...
music wise... no, not many crusader
anthems...
maybe the map of the spread of the bubonic plague
resembles the recorded islamic terrorist attacks...
Poland, or the region i'm from...
was... "immune"... a few rabbis huddled
together in the centre of Cracow:
their mumbo-jumbo paid off...
i love the crusader anthems though...
da pacem domine...
islam and the bubonic plague...
share the same geographical curiosities...
Poland... immune...
rat or mehdi... m'eh...

Krzesimir Dębski - husaria ginie
(the winged hussars die)
few lines that read...
concerning Copernicus -
in the west? alias: Galileo...
motto? he stopped the sun and moved the earth...
the west and it's fucking Columbus hardon
plagiarism: all-encompassing
bullshit manaeouvering: not ready,
for what's not due...
fuck it, whitewash the whole "scenario"...
oh but i believe i'll stand before god...
i know that i will because i already know
i have to stand before death...
naked as a lamb in pity...
without some saving speech to aleviate my
desire to kill time... tötenzeit!

why would i "think" that i might stand before god?
man is really terrible at jurisprudence...
not even the blind... domina Iustitia can't help the fact that...
well... "blind"... the ferryman Charon...
does he pick up the two coins that blind
the mortal's eyes across the transit?
i'm not so sure... currently? on the rich can afford
the theatre of justice...
the poor mediocre...
don't come here seeking justice... come here:
wishing for a fulfilling hobby!
i like my hobby...
it gives me grounding
in succumbing to become: very, very, habitual...
anything besides a cotton jumper...
give me a nettle-shirt... i'll wear it...
but a cotton jumber? ugh...
nein, nein nein!
nein!

that's why i "believe" in god: man is terrible at making laws...
the rotating constantly moving goalposts...
at least when god said: gravity, glue,
man replied: eh, some guy by the name of
Newton... you get the picture...
Voltaire will provide the imagery borrowing from
Eden... i.e. no, no, it wasn't a serpent that
tempted Eve... the apple just fell... just fell!
there was no temptation script...
the apple just fell out of its own mature consent come
late autumn!
hey presto! the devil disappears!

i should really be more engaged with nostalgia
for the zenith of the Polish-Lithuanian commonwealth...
like an Englishman was or would have been...
when and oh so now: handing over the last
of the vassal states...
in the last 100 years of history,
replicas of the Greek free-city states?
Vatican, as ever,
Danzig,
Hong Kong,
Monaco...
i'm thinking! i'm thinking!
Singapore,
Gibraltar,
Dubai...
and some others...
oh sure there are others...
i'm just procrastinating over the thought surrounding
Danzig... Gdańsk...

personally? i'm with the left when it comes to psychiatric
conditions... the right just stretches it like a bilbo baggins
quote: too little butter spread over too much toast...
they blatantly, liberally, use psychiatric terms
as substitutes for metaphors...
but they have never met a...
"schizophrenic" bilingual... well: in england nothing is new...
you're basically a schizophrenic if you're bilingual...
forget an expansive vocab.,
if you don't bleh bleh bleh Transylvania style...
here's to you... not playing the fucking trombone in
the royal orchestra...
the right use the worst kind of metaphors...
since all their metaphors are derived from
some sort of hope, for a psychiatric orthodox vocab.
that once was, now, isn't...
the right is as loony as the left they claim
to be fighting...
while the left treats psychiatry seriously...
the right? treats psychiatry as some variant
ars poetica... the sly cheap-shit metaphor: made in china...
both sides are bad...
i don't belong and never wish to belong
to either side...
i've seen too many humpty-dumpties
playing the subversive game for too long to even
care... after all... in space?
what's copernican north? what's copernican south?
what's sunrise (p.m.) and what's sunset (a.m.)?
zilch! nada! here's to the "flat earth" and being
able to read a map...
getting you from point A to point B.
even the post-soviets see the moon-landing as
a P.R. stunt... Gagarin came first...
or Laika... blah blah...
i.e. if they landed on the moon with that sort
of primitive technology... whereby now...
more complex technology is held in the palm of
a hand of your serial instagram "influencer"...
50 years? we should be having trips to the moon as
fucking tourists!
- and how insensible would it be to have a second
moon landing?
well... what do you need to draw a straight line?
two points of "reference"...
i thought that's how science worked...
once is not enough, twice is o.k., three times is
solid... one moon-landing?! really?
great... a dot... and this comes at the time of...
the zenith of the cold war?
bay of the pigs, nuclear missle crisis?
hollywood shoom?!
at the height of the cold war:
the propaganda burn-out?
comparison check?
find me movie footage of deep-sea diving...
circa the moon-landing...
is there footage of deep-sea diving from 1969...
film-documentation of giant squids...
or... parallel: giving a snippet biographic
of a whale diving on a single breath...
that will do me just fine...
conspiracy theory my ass...
i'm just hesitant...
after all: descartes was right...
doubt transcend belief, doubt transcends love,
doubt transcends fear, doubt transcend all manner of feeling,
for doubt is a plethora of emotions...
it is not an ill guised will of uncertainity...
it's the certainity to allow oneself a doubtless canvas of
the grand expansion akin to: the sun will rise tomorrow,
but... there are so many ha-ha mediocre balances
to equate to 0 of credit nulifies debit etc.,
i still think it's harder to live
a fiction than it is to live the hard-earned standpoints...
one buckle and you're out...
lies are not told by tall men on stilts...
they're told be dwarfs imagining dragons...
even if they did land on the moon...
off go the brothers Grimm...
and that mediocre fairy tale
narrative of: an egg and moon and spoon race toward
the eternally sourced improvement: potential...
right here... looking at the tip of one's own nose...
cross-eyed.