if a Bergman film could pickle for over 8 years,
frank Zappa's music can pickle for
20 more years...
the slow, deceptive, exploration
of the oeuvre - with no clarity of
a magnum opus - cocksucking some would call
it, i'd call it... nothing quiet like
sweating in your socks without
growing the sort of humidity
to grow a fungus...
over the years you just learn:
t.v. interviews first... music second...
music of my youth -
perhaps it is still riddled by a tender /
nostalgic heart -
or... well, doesn't consciousness begin
its story with a highly "evolved"
sense of memory banking?
that's the first thing the leeches latch onto...
memory... pedagogy is one big acid
trip in reverse...
i too wouldn't have gone to
college... if... i wasn't the first in the family...
alas... no ties to the higher eschalons of society...
perfect timing...
tuition fees back then?
glory and no iraq: i walk war
with tony blaire as my midget gangrene
talking cancer on my shoulder...
shy of 12,000 quid in debt...
after 30 years? the debt is written off...
two options...
work under 24 hours and live a life most
minimal, akin to a caribbean lolita love
island...
but minus the underage
seemingly natural inquisitions...
king john of england...
isabella of gloucester or
isabella of angoulême -
one of them teasing the: shweet shiwkshteen...
a bothersome rabies mouth
had to jacuzzi a tongue
in that excess of phelgm boiling...

once upon a time: witty restraints...
now? as much wit as fuck gets you...
to roll down the hill...
to roll down the hill...
once the whole top of the pops
ritual of a countdown was over...
and HOT RATS hit the bullseye...
i had to wait for the interviews...

frank zappa or a marylin manson?
two parts short:
one begins: two fucky fucky limbo...
the other begins: thai sucky sucky
2 dollar buckling drip...
once upon they might have called
it a syringe dipped in morphine...
now they call it a cock dipped into
acne skin custard!
apparently there's no disparity...
"apparently"!

the interviews first, the music second...
just like the movies:
one insomniac night at the swedish
movie theatre...
read enough of the film...
would it really matter getting
any CGI involved? "plot"... sequals?
prequels?! dynasty hydras of cinematic
"revisionism" -
who cares about the sex of
rich people...
they can... explore...
the shit they put out is enough
to gag a donkey with its snout
shoved in its own turd...
to gag... a hong kong cunt king pro-
ouvre... "test"...

but leave this little jerk-off
with the music that became like...
something you'd try to over-prescribe
antibiotics to...
mind you... the english N / H / S...
fine... as long as the sort of abuse
people engaged with...
as if teasing a bubonic plague
to a resurrection...
opiates elsewhere...
killing off antibiotics in england...
perhaps the lemming mass suicide is
really a myth...
but people abusing antibiotics?
eh... duck season in england.

not even landing a man on the moon
compensates with awe
the median i.q. -
whether associated to race or not...
the extremes of intelligence
can be summed up with the extremes
of idiocy / more likely adrenaline junkies...
daring... gambling pushed
toward the ultimate extreme...
the only money involved?
what you owe charon...
the two pieces of gold over your eyes
for the ferryman... life...

now... am i supposed to... stand guard...
just because someone can...
say the porno-flick...
all the porno-flicks in the world!
easy pleasures... but god forbid...
f u c k should translate into
hallucinating milking cows...
or to trample dyslexia!
ugh! shock! shock and awe!

but when there used to be avenues
of restraint... now? there aren't any...
if zappa was talking about the state
of music in the 1980s...
before metallica finally woke up...
then continued to sleep...
as i kept repeating:
why over-lord with the rhythm guitar
and keep hiding the bass?!

the concerns of serious musicians
in the 1980s...
not even close circa 2007 - 2019
when it comes to... social media...
die VEST-ZEE-BEST...

society of a people who
sought ᚻᚢᚷᛁᚾᚾ and ᛗᚢᚾᛁᚾᚾ...
only came back
with a c.c.t.v. multiplex hydra
of eyes...

as man did much more than
the burden of Prometheus
would allow...
to have to create an omni- prefix
litany...
and then... walk down some
variant Olympus armed
with omniscience...

western social media was
the draft that became the
re-invented chinese social credit
system... it was invented by social media...
didn't it?
after all... where once a social
media prank...
of a population of 300 million...
would have to be put to some use
when it came to keeping society
of over a billion...

a billion people do not have
a stomach for individualism -
or if they do... they isolate one animal
to venerate...
the muslims? they could stop
hating pork so much...
and start venerating chickens!
they don't have access to pork
to begin with...
but they eat a pretty damn decent tonne
of poultry...
go with the hindu logic...
isolate the cow for the milk...
isolate the chicken for the egg...
or? became a confuscian omnivore!
settled! why settle for hating an animal
you couldn't graze in a desert...
stop eating chicken! have the variety
of hindu milk... in an egg...
after all... apples are fine...
but... a poultry abortion a day...
keeps the feminist away...
alt.? one visit to a brothel per year...
keeps the sloppy feminists away...
god... prostitutes hate feminists...
they hate them as if they were the sort
of infidels who still thought they
had possession of their vaginas...

after all... the chinese had one
good invention: gunpowder...
the chinese are a people who can
plagiariße - and you wouldn't even think
that they have...
imagine, or rather, try not to...
how complicated is the following
schematic:
A1, B2, C3... not that hard...
and the voids looking past the skeletons:
A4, B6, D8, O9, P0, Q, R...
H (X, Y, Z) - remnants of F, T, I,
U (for the parabolla) - W for the cosine...
some use for V... L for the right handed triangle...
letters - as atoms -
not... not... syllables...

風 (feng) 水 (shui) - did geomancy give birth
to geometry?
good question, isn't it...
the "letters" though... i could imagine
some prefix- / -suffix rulling,
but even then that's not even fixed -
as many ideograms as there are
variants of spelling: spoling -
same shit, different cover...

just to check... what's the chinese for (fen)? 分...
well... feen... not fen...
hence the macron elongation...
or... the macron is a synonym
of the acute... after which...
diacritical marks are subject
to the thesaurus...
and there i was, thinking they were
quiet unique...
even i could have mistaken a macron
to be a marker that would imply:
something akin to the connecting
line of an umlaut... oom-laut...
rather than an am-lout...

what's the chinese for shu? 属 - shŭ -
so... that's not... shoo'é!
yes... the apostrophe and the acute accent
on the e... and the exclaimation mark...
culminate - since the apostrophe
compound markers can work in
chinese being translated into english -
given... the hyphenated oxford dictionary
sort of verbum-compounds are
mostly allocated to an etymology from
german / translated into chemistry...

a breve attacked to a U -
a bit like a...
V
W - a volkswagen... a V hovering over a W...
oh the fŭgō / fūmō / fúgȯ debates...
depends on what diacritical orthodoxy
you want in place... what chinese wall...
what rape of metaphysics you're inviting...
sorry, what rape of reality you're inviting
having decided to make your metaphysics
into a house of cards...
well... the easier house to topple...
still clinging to metaphysics...
in reverse... to that famous darwinism...
but with no say at the table
of orthography...

the chinese though... not letters...
feng and fen, shui and shu...
prefix / suffix alternation - like western spelling...
but more zig zags...

so why are the chinese good at maths?
well... they do only have 10 concepts of letters...
0, 1 - 9 are like letters to them....
we have 26 letters... they have 10...
we have god knows how many variations
of spelling - so many - that
we even make light entertainment of
them using crossword puzzles to...
"pass the time"...
and how many prefixes / suffixes (ideograms)
do the chinese have?

perhaps a islamic Hafiz would tell us...
since his memory is only the Quran...
whether or not there's a chinese person
who knows all the words in chinese?
there isn't one...

they're good at maths because they treat
maths as we might treat... spelling...
onomatopoeia - to them... that's what?
2 + the square root of 81 etc. etc.
after all... we're at the mirror crux...
P | 9
if you stretch that...
and call it... rho: ϱ | 9... ah that! that chiral ego
of a chimera!

1 | iota

3 | ʒ or? 2 | Z

0 | O

4 | G
5 | S

and then all the letters in letters -
an endless stream of Pandora's dead consciousness:
π both a number
and a shape - a circle...
infinite like the infinite numbers of 0.000000000001
to the nth you could start to divide a circle
into the sort of pizza that would feed
china into a timeframe of millenia!

oh sure... the western world created
the current chinese social credit system
prototype...
with social media...
but the chinese being the wise...
the dragon nation...
come on... the mongols forged an empire
using 2 yacks, a camel,
3 horses... and 5 guys who drank piss
and pigs blood and smeared themselves
with shit when raiding to intimidate
the ones to be conquered...
a people... worth a tsunami flood
of human resources...
spare blood... who do not feel...
obliged to move beyond the area
a panda would feel uncomfortable with?

that's... something...
a people who do not want to conquer
geographic regions...
who noted: once we become concentrated
in a region we can sustain...
why do the fool's errand...
why... like bilbo baggins said:
start to feel like too little
butter spread over too much bread?

that's what english is...
too little butter spread over too much bread...
why are they importing: "the tourists"?
i have yet to meet, just one,
just one native english speaker...
as being a tourists...
who thought it would be better
to learn a language of the natives
he would mingle with...
as a tourists...
to escape this whole...
bothersome ennui of:
being catered to all the time
like some h'american dick mckenzie
diplomat!

obviously "they" thought...
we export our culture first...
the locals will become accustomed
to the tongue... universally!
that backfired... when the generic plans
for a global hub city came
to fruition...
the locals didn't change...
they still spoke their local tongues...
and! oh god! their languages
had dialectcs?!
but McD's fur alles!
und fur alles it became...
schiesse standarten-beargergen...
of some other take on... herr deutsche!