My name is Grouckbungotortadochinnerachen Nivlertoloogooleront
and I rightly do know
exactly ripe
what it is that I want
I want you
Petriffyffontenerieriere my sweet
because I believe that it is your attributes
they are there
I am aware
yes
and they are neat
Petriffyffontenerieriere Shortstockingladderpulseclimatefish
this is my intention now
and this is my wish
a critical apprehension
an elementary dimension
an attention
a chanting
a rice dish.

Is it a better capacity
loquacity
or
sexual potency?
to make a determination in this
I mean
What would you rather be?
Fluid in literature
or
rampant in poetry?

Laundery Time.
G-string gusset
deliciously soiled
sensational
flower of russet
hob nob biscuit
side of brisket
broiled
quest for chest
ripened and nimble
a needle is pricking
onto a thimble
and so then
what if I could have a thought
bringing ahead my sense of comfort
stitched and cottoned as to where it ought
might blind the past to repudiate at last
the quartered shavings of labours gainsayings
and time’s retort and blast
of our every sentiment
and of our climbing monument
to deliver the reason for believing
properly after all.


could I wish it properly
and let it be.

One thing that I need
is intimate relations
closeness
human contact and sincerity
I prefer it cosy
and snug and easy
comfortable and familiar
neurotic gnawing
clenched teeth
screaming
white eyes
I will warrant
one might say
I need a red hot bitch
a sluice pot
one way
or the other way
somebody to write about
confessionalistically
homeward bound
a cunt
if you will
to cry about
I am lonely
What did I do to deserve this?
I am on my own
isolated
I am perishing in an extremity
of human deprivation
the infamy
How can I accept it?

One thing that seems to be happening
judging by the try-on-haul situation these days
the evidence there
in these ubiquitous
and heavily prevalent
public information
investigatory exhibitions and demonstrations
obtainable on the internet
leggings seem and appear
to be in the ascendancy
they are becoming more important
to some women
and to some men
you can see that for yourself
here we must observe that in the fashion domain
a proportion of the purported interest
in the incessant changes and developments
presented
is a moral component
the fundamental cause or initial reason
for the necessity of fashion (periodic arbitrary changes)
is never properly disclosed
it is a matter of faith
and so of inevitable moral imperative
the basis cause or nature of which
is recondite or unnecessary
as knowledge
to the desired effect
the desired effect
is therefore to some extent
a matter of a pure and faith based morality
in the matter of leggings
the effect of the ‘good’
is obtained in the character and the function
and the particular effect demonstrated
which is to isolate and to elevate
to the status of a complete
and a sufficient aesthetic system
the calves knees thighs hips buttocks and pubic area
of the subject
these are brought into a unity
in the deployment of the leggings
the modern legging is fabricated
from a material that seems to be complex
and technologically advanced
in that it serves in its dynamic thickness
to modify form
in a tendency to an ideal
this ideal is a paradoxical entity
in the sense that it is permanent
but forever modulating
under the occluded influence
of the given mystery (fashion)
the depicted bodily system
involved in the presentation of leggings
is putatively intended and managed
by the use of these garments to exhibit
those portions of the body involved
as de facto
nude and unclothed
and in a manner such
that those body parts may be seen and known
in a way very or somewhat
similar to that visual knowledge
usually obtained in sexual intimacy
leggings then
are a powerful call to attention
for any reproductive faculty
as such
sexual desire is called forth
as a necessary and as a required component
for appreciation development and promotion
into the consuming validity
of a fundamental object
of basic necessity.

Listen
I don’t dislike Alireza Firouzja
so don’t get me wrong
but I still prefer Carlsen
I am not interested so much
in the 100m sprint
because cars can go faster than that
and that is my motto
so now that you know me
Can you dig me a grotto?

Mother
today it is that I am plagued
divided and subordinated and violated
by a pernicious and a devastating affliction.
=
Plagued?
=
Yes.
=
Go on.
=
I am farting very frequently now.
Each fart
is a hot and a pungent and a pestilential and reprehensible
declarative augury.
Each fart
presenting a toxic seeming and a violent
evocation of absolute filth and putridity
and lingering and clinging as a very unwelcome and abhorrent miasma
of exceptional and of abominable potency and pungency
it is utterly novel and yet discouragingly familiar
and returning the sensibility very forcibly
to knowledge and awareness
of Death.
It is disgusting.
=
Knowledge of Death My Son?
=
Yes.
Knowledge of Death.
It is as if the cosmic body
is transformed and is now becoming
the decay and the corruption
in a complete identity
and in an undeniable totality of ubiquity
of Rattus Norvegicus in death.
Today my farts represent knowledge of
and indeed fidelity with
the cruel reality of
a mountain or planet
of dead rats.
In all this
the imagination is outraged and violated
and forced into the throes of impotence
humiliation and abasement
Why is that mum?
What has happened?
=
It must be something
that you ate.
Son.
Did you eat any rats
or ever so lately?
=
No Mum
I did not.

Juxtaposition
I can make
wonderful poetic phrases
and images
exquisite revelatory and superior
specifically
superior to yours
and to you
such as and for example
you are nothing
nothing but
a lonely maggot
a brittle shard
blindly devouring the eye of love
pernicious vile oblique reprehensible
formidable a disaster
you
dangle the fangle
you entrench it
you do
but I am a traditionalist
a dyed in the wool type
and an unwholesome and invalid impropriety
which that fangle so dangled
is due
a space race aficionado
let me tell you now
all about my emotions
feelings situations experiences perspectives
predicaments and horrors and victories
as you do
so get ready
and join the queue
you are about to get excited
you know what to do
(jerk off).

I want a forever home
for my sick deluded fantasies
somewhere for killing children
a permanent place for the draught of my hope
sure I like to tear to consume and to destroy
to violate
Who does not like to so strive to cope?
I shall evince a certain texture of criminality and vileness
as we all do
a packet of batteries as is my wont
certainly I will throw some things right away
shallow disposable ruined
people like to sing songs during the day
they like to eat assholes after ripping off thongs
during the day
what can I do about it
there are rights and there are no wrongs
I ask you that
What will you say now?

Here we shall identify
and delimit but two possibilities
in regard of
information
presented to us
in the public domain
firstly and originally
we have
information
produced and intended to facilitate
life
as one thing
and secondly
we have
information
produced and intended to be consumed
as another
and as a supplementary thing
so there we have it
(a) information
utilized and deployed in life
on the one hand and
(b) information
consumed on the other hand
the consumption
of this consumable
information
being the necessary equivalent of a complete
substitution for and replacement of life
in fact with
information
in the or an act
of inevitable consumption
this category of
information
I mean
information
produced for consumption
is finally without and void of possibility of
any original authenticity
or any progressive or vital property
for the reason that
this
information
is functioning to replace life
in mere objectless substanceless consumption
and this
consumable information
can never supply any condition or function for
facilitating life
but only merely for replacing it
with a static and with a dead or lifeless fantasy
meaningless ephemera
in the obligatory consumption
of this
information
this act of replacement
life becomes now an illusion
a fantasy
and a lie
preferred
in the stead of a reality relinquished in the use of it
the difference between
fantasy and reality
is as that as between
action and inaction
or between
development and stasis
or
knowledge and ignorance.

I like cameltoe
I like cameltoe
and shaved cunt
cameltoe and shaved cunt
shaved cunt
shaved cunt
shaved cunt
shaved cunt
yes I like it
cameltoe and shaved cunt
really
very very much
indeed
cameltoe and shaved cunt.

Here we shall identify
and delimit but two possibilities
in regard of
information
presented to us
in the public domain
firstly and originally
we have
information
produced and intended to facilitate
life
as one thing
and secondly
we have
information
produced and intended to be consumed
as another
and as a supplementary thing
so there we have it
(a) information
utilized and deployed in life
on the one hand and
(b) information
consumed on the other hand
the consumption
of this consumable
information
being the necessary equivalent of a complete
substitution for and replacement of life
in fact with
information
in the or an act
of inevitable consumption
this category of
information
I mean
information
produced for consumption
is finally without and void of possibility of
any original authenticity
or any progressive or vital property
for the reason that
this
information
is functioning to replace life
in mere objectless substanceless consumption
and this
consumable information
can never supply any condition or function for
facilitating life
but only merely for replacing it
with a static and with a dead or lifeless fantasy
meaningless ephemera
in the obligatory consumption
of this
information
this act of replacement
life becomes now an illusion
a fantasy
and a lie
preferred
in the stead of a reality relinquished in the use of it
the difference between
fantasy and reality
is as that as between
action and inaction
or between
development and stasis
or
knowledge and ignorance.

Mother
today it is that I am plagued
divided and subordinated and violated
by a pernicious and a devastating affliction.
=
Plagued?
=
Yes.
=
Go on.
=
I am farting very frequently now.
Each fart
is a hot and a pungent and a pestilential and reprehensible
declarative augury.
Each fart
presenting a toxic seeming and a violent
evocation of absolute filth and putridity
and lingering and clinging as a very unwelcome and abhorrent miasma
of exceptional and of abominable potency and pungency
it is utterly novel and yet discouragingly familiar
and returning the sensibility very forcibly
to knowledge and awareness
of Death.
It is disgusting.
=
Knowledge of Death My Son?
=
Yes.
Knowledge of Death.
It is as if the cosmic body
is transformed and is now becoming
the decay and the corruption
in a complete identity
and in an undeniable totality of ubiquity
of Rattus Norvegicus in death.
Today my farts represent knowledge of
and indeed fidelity with
the cruel reality of
a mountain or planet
of dead rats.
In all this
the imagination is outraged and violated
and forced into the throes of impotence
humiliation and abasement
Why is that mum?
What has happened?
=
It must be something
that you ate.
Son.
Did you eat any rats
or ever so lately?
=
No Mum
I did not.

Listen
I don’t dislike Alireza Firouzja
so don’t get me wrong
but I still prefer Carlsen
I am not interested so much
in the 100m sprint
because cars can go faster than that
and that is my motto
so now that you know me
Can you dig me a grotto?

I want a forever home
for my sick deluded fantasies
somewhere for killing children
a permanent place for the draught of my hope
sure I like to tear to consume and to destroy
to violate
Who does not like to so strive to cope?
I shall evince a certain texture of criminality and vileness
as we all do
a packet of batteries as is my wont
certainly I will throw some things right away
shallow disposable ruined
people like to sing songs during the day
they like to eat assholes after ripping off thongs
during the day
what can I do about it
there are rights and there are no wrongs
I ask you that
What will you say now?

This could just be a phase
that you are going through
you might just grow
out of it in time
for sure aye you will
in fact
I know it
I feel it
I do
This might just be an afternoon
and somewhat pleasantly true
a regular tonic
and a stupendous boon
aye
you know it
you feel it
you affirm it
you do.

Strange things happen
and strange people know strange things
and what is so strange about that
is that
I must take a poem from this strange thing
when I take a poem
I like to know what it is that I am talking about
what I am saying
What am I saying?
I don’t know
I want to know what it is that I am saying
And why not?
I need that from it all By Jove!
I will have that I shall I will warrant it
I feel that
I need to feel very nice and good about it
for instance on the other hand the best thing is
when I haven’t got a clue.

When something is not on
it is off
it is not on
something is off
on
is where something
is doing something
something that it does
only when it is on
but not when it is off
when something is off
it does not do anything
no matter what
there are some things
that do not go on
you cannot turn or switch them on
and they do not go off
you cannot turn or switch them off
either
as it goes
but nevertheless
and in spite of that
you can use them
and get something out of them
obtaining benefit advancement and improvement
even though
they
these things
are not officially on
or off
for that matter
such as and for example
badger hair shaving brush.

I like to feel pleasure
I prefer feeling it
feeling
pleasure
to feeling it
feeling it
pain
I like feeling
pleasure
more much more
than I like feeling
pain
I do not want to feel it
pain
no not much at all
Why should I?
pain
is disagreeable and unpleasant
pleasure
is agreeable and pleasant
I want to feel it
pleasure
I must feel
pleasure
I must not feel it
pain.

A good question one might ask
is
when
when
when
when will some women
some women
who are the servants and slaves
and collaborators
of fashion
begin at last
in authentic process
and straight declarative honesty
to have a realistic image
of their assholes
tattooed
onto their foreheads?
this surpassing and final
fashion statement
has yet to be
originated or discovered
in the smithy
of hot incident
but the coke there is bright white
the bellows are working
yet
the final solution
to the problem
of womens fashion
is staring us in the face
in the gas chamber of our cognitive organism
mere clothery
a weak delusion
and by plain necessity
in fashion
each garment a symbol
a cipher a replacement and an other
for the original
vortex and gravity
soul life force and mind
pertinent substance
and final mode
of the attention
in qualitative realization
of the human asshole
as aesthetic overlord
and necessary compass and trim
for our drive and our ambition
and our attention there
in the asshole
so terminated and accounted
sincere action
designed to bypass
the corrupting fingers of propriety
and of decency
rising necessarily as the phoenix
of our aspiration
into
the tattooed image
of an asshole
on a forehead
in total consummation
and realization
of the last object
of fashion itself.

Candy floss
cotton candy
good idea
salt and brandy
french fries
and chips
laughing slave
with buttered lips
tomatoes
toe mate owes
and so it goes
quarter past
quarter of
quarter to
shoe
naked foot put
right on me too.

One of the things not like
that I do not like
is bits on the floor
bits on the floor
I detest them
these fragments of filth
they reproach me
they charge me
and they tax me
even the bits
that I cannot see
because I know
with a certainty
that they are there
and that bothers me.

I have got some bad news for you
and that is that every female celebrity
that you ever fancied -
and wanted fuck
Well guess what?
jerkoff
you fucking prick
they are a man
You heard me
this is called the transpocalypse
yes the transpocalypse
and yes you guessed it
it is satanic
the transpocalypse is
what they have done you see
and rather too slyly
because you never noticed that
you fucking gormless shitter
is get all the men
with their knackers cut off and everything like that
to pretend to be women
because we are not allowed to love women
not at all no
we cannot love them
we are not permitted to connect to the divine female
the goddess
her shaved pussy
has been occluded intentionally
in the superimposition of
transsexual males into each and every
significant and notable public position
in human affairs
in society
obtained by ‘woman’
in the public domain
without exception
this is all about fucking us up
big time and majorly
now listen to me
take anybody you like
such as lady Gaga or anybody
they look pretty good
these celebrities
what with their satanically derived
charisma
and you want to fuck them for sure
hard and good and proper
too right!
But look closer
you stupid filthy chump
it is all about the bone structure and the skeleton
the angles of the bones
and these fucking slags
they have not got it
the proportions
of these fucking bitches
is all too wrong
any wanker can get that in one second
they are all men
if they open their fucking eyes and look
they are all men
all of them
that is obvious
and I am not wrong
And who is sorry now?
You dirty fucking cunts.

One thing that I like
is a magazine
I had something with a magazine in it once
some good period ago
I know that
I am getting a feeling or sense now
that that magazine was plastic
because I can remember reading the instructions
the instructions were on paper
it was clearly stated there that
such and such a part was a magazine
properly installed
I do not know what it was though
I cannot remember
this thing that I had
that had a magazine
magazines ought to continue
to be a big part of our lives
for the time being
when and until it is that
handguns and rifles and assault weapons
are superseded by lazer gun ray gun death ray type devices
at which point the technique of energy deployment
may or may not involve
any physical or conceptual
magazines
but at the moment our tools do
involve magazines
I do not know if staple guns use magazines.