07 May 2009

Norse anglo blond

lame summer poetry} -

yeah it picked a blue
blue ruled the water world
will you swim with me
from the lake to the north sea
i will never
hartea attack
fuck me runnin'
pulls your hair
und you no mind

hi you should wait


but amish can swim



its 70c and too hot, find me in a hot spring

in like greenland or something



summer is coming

summer is here for her and i

and it

two seasons for viiking sex lords

ice and no ice

either way sheez hot

hella hot

am i

more people in CH speak EN than there are EN overlords

australia is the winter home

and the north pole is for me

to swim in

am i

im first generation blont

can you say that

and i got my blues/greys

i did

confession and sunshine

the light poors into our eyes like hot water in wounds

my adaptive tinting is just now coming in @ 27y

but not enough, and it's allways been bright out

we cant hide in the shade but hang out there all the time

polarized lenses would cripple my

newly, finally, adapted ocular screen

from manifesting

because my roots are the same as kornsilk

and i absorb the light as midas did with his eyes

to burn the carbon into gold

with my soul

reflecting more light than the whores of babylon

vegetation thrives of the sun

instead of the food that grows

the flowers are not sentient

and you are what you eat

they were having to many to beat the curve

their clocks for evolution were running out

and proverbs the anglos

to them and theirs

and their retrievers

while i am the






that learned to whether time into the cold of space

where in its vastnesses

there is no light to speak of

the dusty lenses

are the last armor we ever really wear

said shaman to me

after my walkabout across the continent

the dark matter

unkempt by any radical mind of karmic reincarnation

in the science of our people

living on forever

to be studied

and trouble reality with the pondering

of your memory

predilection intellect

is telepathic

psychic mind reading

but most of your thoughts are vague

if not sometimes insulting script

in my ascertainment of life

enduring my moral compass

or incomplete sentences due to the population

and traffic

of your internal grammar of the inner monologue(c)

if not being locked completely

if i ask someone to think of a card i cannot guess those

your images by and of description

are words for other nouns in your dialogue

because of memory's implicit nature

its inference to instance

how you organise your memories and thoughts

the outcome

is the same

such is life

my lifespan is longer

i have a need to not eat anything that isn't grown

and a thirst for clean water

i need your clean water and will take it from your neck

that is where the


comes from

feeding at night is passe

is faux pas

is rude

crude passivism

its not as kold for me

i have kept the memory myself

i keep clean

cleanliness is next to godliness

i avoid the boiling of my brain

the body is so close to boiling

in its commonality

that's why we move north

surviving on less

with ample supply

living longer

gaining years in our lifespan

as a direct lineage

in reward for fighting back the cold

but they wouldn't tell you that because

they wont want you ruling the world from on high

i love white

white bones and smiles

white clothes

white sand

white flowers

white snow

glasses with efficient uv protection and no mirrors

that fit me

i am an only child

3 to 1

a sibling to my same kin

would have been


suited for this life

but i am taller and blonder than anyone i know

my eyes i said are blue near water

that's all summer long and all winter long

but in the white rooms the blue is gone

and the color in my eyes reflects the color of the mirror

as i see my eyes grey

winter sports

i have a severe achilles heel

i believe that the other wigs

are separate races

i would watch the door at midnight

but the red would be at dusk and dawn

and the deathcrown would take the day

so that the world would survive

with blondes having solar powered families

in familial comfort

with the other families of the red black blonde blue green

or any combination of

would live happy and close lives

and the darkened would deserve to die

my planet, my rules

when the lights go out

not many are prepared

for when the socialism

recedes the


that eventually tears apart the democracy

the simple truth of lies

is that when you cannot train

your brain begins to die

dont know why


its always good to learn something

ive seen coal plants near schools

nuclear power by water

and casinos by churches

never have i seen such a disrespect for the environment

and such a gross amount of incapable people

who cannot support the land but fill it with refuse

or cannot turn it

tweeking where they sleep

creating new unheard and unimagined sins

giving spite to each other

with masks of politics and finance

we are one race

in every aspect

superstition of racism offers the ones that mimic my persona

1/4 of this world is its only hope

and soonly it will decrease succesivly 1 fold every century

12 of us now hold this world from


the second teir of the strangers

is closer to a million

its hierarchy is confusing and cult based

in the future

recorded logged hours in a work service

will be exchanged for hours at

a buffet

all you can eat delicasies from around the world

where the strenght of our community is based upon respect

for idealistic nature

and not a failed society of diminished capitalist ideas

with the purpose of theft and paid protection

and part of the human race will evolve into better swimmers

so fast they can take from water to air

in a vault from below the waves to above them

will be hardened with better armor

and will feed on the rats that could not support

the society that produced them to fail

at any chance

i can smell disease

but only in mates

thats the trick actuall rats use to

further their race

i want the best and brightest
and cant remember what i was looking for
but the habits i picked up
from before the losses in my own memory
keep me stronger than
the droves and drugans
pandoras box for bad memories
is empty.