If your muggy-grubby hands
Even rise to slap me again
I swear I'll chop them off with my axe.

If your fangly-boniony feet
Get within kicking distance of me,
I swear I'll tear your legs from your hips
And then admire my workmanship.

If your mangy-crazy mind
Tries to infiltrate mine
To deposit some lie
That would change the perception
Of me, myself, and i,
I swear I'll grab a spoon
And scrape, scrape, scrape
Out your brain.

If your hoity-toity attitude
Tries to usurp my solitude
To make me someone I'm not
I swear I'll be completely dispassionate
As I wipe your every iota from this
Particulate Universe.

If I so much as hear you breathe,
I swear I will squeeze
Every
Drop
Of
Air
Left in your lungs.

You think this is too violent even for me?
You'd better believe
I've been pushed to the edge
Of all logical reason
By your every act of treason
And I won't hesitate to
Incapacitate,
Excommunicate
Eradicate,
You from my life.

You'd better beware.
I'm angry and all this I'll do.
I swear.

Beyond my existence, they spoke.
Inscrutable of my mind to understand.
Within their dauntlessness, I realized;
I have been incapacitate word by word.

I felt the agony of my emotions.
I hindered my pride of being sturdy.
The depression empowered my strength.
The glint from my eyes turned into broken crystals.

The bright blue skies are now somber.
Earth's flowers and crops withered.
All the lands have fissured.
Every river had bifurcate into multiple streams.

Generally, I am known as someone strong.
I am capable with any misery.
But now, all my journals have faded blank;
Thus, I will await a new chapter.

I am going to disregard my past.
I will mold in my hands a new and better future.
I will make the skies blue and the plants alive, once again.
I will be strong.

Short-Termed Maiden of one's Friendship's expect
Then blast my Will to incapacitate
For sharing those Clouds; Though rained your affect
Were twisted to Pure Actions constipate
Just weakened I am to even advise
Why such Hallowed Plug pulled this New Sparkle
If Profile be cased and just inconcise
Ask the Author first if you be Humble
Though such Clues do bear, un-needed to Probe
If my Key was too Foreign for your Door
I suppose, like his Age, you chose that Road
Where Blokes just party and stomp on the floor.
The Korean was right; His Dance we can learn
Though never again your Trust I can earn.

Dizzy, the rush
of thoughts incapacitate
synapses firing, neurons
    throttled, a crescendo
    of dendrites branching

Experience roots
inwardly, tearing the humus
           of pregnant dreams, scratching to see
                               the blood beneath the scab.

     The greater the itch, the greater
        the disturbance of sleep,
            bound by a tangle of vines,
            deafened by the cobbling-together
                of thrushspeak, the cry of clouds
                contorting into unthinkable
                     and suggestive shapes        

   Bleary-eyed, the lost wages
   of sleep gambled away
   on a ticking clock.

Unimpressed by excess,
(gluttony doesn't strike a chord with me)
Contrarily, I forever seek more,
but rather than in quantity, I prefer in degree.  

I demand extremes.

If its hot,
I want it to blaze;
If its difficult,
I want it to incapacitate.
If its confusing,
I want it to dizzy me to the point of vomiting.
I want to shake and storm about,
and overwhelm and be overwhelmed.

I demand extremes.

Words need intent and meaning.
If they are meant to inspire,
they better make me ******* soar.
Biting words should drain the victim,
make them bleed,
instead of simply causing discomfort
or stunning momentarily.

I demand extremes.

Why say it,
when I can scream it?

Why just feel it,
when I can be consumed by it?

I  can't just idly sit by and watch my life
but rather I must fight and struggle and
lash out at it violently.
Days are long and meant to be conquered
and nights are meant to be devoured.

Why be content to just live life
when you can beat the **** out of it instead?

*Just don't be surprised when it returns the favor

smiles revealed during September,
leads to words throughout November,
and greater things come in December

now its May
and some days
it feels like I'm falling apart,
because my love can do nothing to mend your broken heart

things have a way of coming back to us
what was the name of that song by Yes?

well it's only the second sighting of you this week
wish we could sneak
back to your place,
but everyone can tell
by the look on my face,

its a Thursday

I love the buttons on your coat
and the way you can't hold your smoke
corduroys and shades of blue

driving down the road
there is a sound
but we both know, it's just the snow

just abdicate your objections
they incapacitate my affections

I don't need to ameliorate my attendance rate

I'm losing every ambition that I thought I ever had
no one even notices
no surprises, no surprises there

deja vu for you
I'm certain this future isn't true
I just can’t say adieu

War is a crime.
Use only devices that temporarily incapacitate, but never
permanently harm.
All weapons from handguns to hydrogen bombs will be destroyed.
No political borders.
Celebrate diversity.
Share all.
Each Citizen of Earth has the responsibility to treat all well.
Each Citizen of Earth has the right to be treated well by all.
Citizens of Earth will govern Earth.
There will be no president of Earth.
No substance that poisons Earth will be allowed.
Peace on Earth forever.
No laws, only Love.

TOD HOWARD HAWKS

The sun
The rain
The ocean
The clouds

Ferocity
Passion
Love
Thought

those beautiful things
they hurt the most

they burn, dehydrate, and blind us
they flood the land, and drown our people
they carry diseases, spread blights, batter our shores
they electrify us with their crashing waves

they ****, ******, and maim
they *******, mutilate, and ****
they break, batter, and wound
they incapacitate, wrong, and hurt us
our mind, our bodies, our souls

they are malicious
they are pain
they are life

I'm over the precipice but I don't fall
Whether by sheer will or providence, Earth doesn't yet greet me - face to face
I'm left to my own devices
I'm in a crisis

The alarms ringing in my skull incapacitate me
The fear is electrifying as my eyes shift downwards
I float briefly in my trance
Wondering shall I meet my demise at the bottom?



        What a mighty bound she takes as she leaps to the skies
        Who told her she could fly?

        The Wish, yes it's attainable
        But what is her sacrifice?

         What foolish thinking
         That she has control over what is not hers
          She will not fly yet

           How pitiful is the untimely realisation of one's futile actions
            Her gaze lowers as fear scampers across her features
             She knows her fate


Regret flies into my face; It's slender beak nips at my curled fingers
And as time awakens, the grace period goes to sleep
My glance quickly returns to whence I came
I feel the unbearable longing for a foundation that will not fail me
But alas time is up; It is about; It will act on today's victim
There is no return

What I thought was tantalizing only just previously
Now feels like a weight in my hand
My mind whirls
I cannot breathe at this height
My grip loosens;



                 Look before you leap, they say
                  Leap and ask questions later, you do
                  Miserable child, no one is up there to answer your questions
                   And when you return down here, you can no longer ask


With trembling fingers The Wish escapes
It feebly flutters to greater heights
Abandoning this doubtful creature being tossed and thrown by the wind

                      My heart weeps for you, child

I close my eyes

                       And I do not envy you your ignorance

I raise my head to the skies

                                  Never again

Never again will I-

                                   Fill your head with such lies

.
.
.
.
.
.
.  
.
.
.
I fall
                                                            ­                                              -A.M.E.N.

She Fell Into The Abyss

he takes to the tunnel of night
dark at first, but he tiptoes in
and sees the light
he follows a trail
a women's scent that arouses him
he sees her across the bar
seated by herself
hunger on her face
a wallflower
a sheep in a lea to him
weak and pull-able of wool
and he needs wool
a ball of yarn to desensitize
and spins to his satisfaction
and he needs to be sated
... especially
with this ones youth and innocence
her striking blue eyes
and sweet mouth
indifferent to him
but it's her pond of ducks that excites ... him
hidden in his pocket
is a knife of fantasy
a blade of deceit
rope of words to incapacitate
... then
he looks into her blues
as he begins making his move
sweet talking, sweet talking
her socks off
he keeps seeing the ducks in the pond
swimming faster and faster
his heart beating faster and faster
a fruit ripening before his eyes
ready to be eaten
he takes the first dagger from his pocket
two white pills and slips into her drink
laughs to himself
at least this dagger won't hurt
as he chokes on his sadism
she falls into her arms
asleep
so soft and vulnerable
unsuspecting and naive
she walks out with him in slumber
later that night
a shotgun blasts breaks the air
ducks flapping in the night
then ... silence

Logan Robertson

2/18/21

I think about a lot when I get high. For example, I think about how pretty I think you are or how maybe I should smoke a little more cause I'm not as high as I was five minutes ago, but let's play this out just to be safe. I think about what it means to be alive and how, as bad as it sounds, can only appreciate myself in a positive way is after I smoked enough to incapacitate an elephant.

   I think about what it's like when we make love or how my nails are really short, almost bled to the stub cause I can't deal with my every day problems twenty-four-seven. I think about how I wish humans had super powers, that I could fly into the air like a falcon or pick up a car and throw it. I take a hit and then another, think about how gross **** tastes and smells but I love the after effects.

   I think about how I should get more sleep or how school makes me want to **** myself. I think about what it'd be like if dad didn't leave or if I suddenly grew wings...do you uh, think that's cool? I think about how we're all grains of sand and at any moment we could die. The Earth could catch on fire and we'd burn to embers, smoke rising.

(to be continued I'm too tired and high to finish this).

Living a life of hate
fighting impossible battles
unable to defeat it.
My hate continues to grow
nothing worse
than fearing fear itself.
Scared of the possibilities
cowered in fear
the smell of must and mildew
crisp in the air
managing life or death
caused by my own hands
never before
a battle ever won
trying to tame Jed
always wanting out
to hurt love ones
not caring for their feelings
wanting to destroy, incapacitate
especially the one named William
when will we reunite
becoming one
instead of split
for he is a part of me
a part that wants to wake
hated among men
Jedadaya
my demon
my brethren
my father
my cousin
my best friend
for without him
I would be nothing
but a figment
of the imagination.

Detached from you O' my beautiful Earth
My life is barren, has lost its mirth
You are blue and green and full of Hope
While I am grey and dark; have lost my scope

Earth o dear, you have chaos and peace
My life is cold; a perennial cease
Hell and Heaven; evil and pure
You have a cause; You have the cure
You have footsteps that leave a mark
While once in 'my blue moon' your Armstrongs embark

And as they leave, taking a piece of me
Men- all they care about is a bit of debris?
Planting their flagpole, darting a hole in my heart
Obstinate and selfish, they take pride in their art

I wonder O' Earth, if they incapacitate you too?
You offer your abundance, yet they still hurt you?
I thought I was lonely amidst the thousand twinkling stars
But my loneliness is bliss, better than your scars.
Look at you- You seem lost;
Your faith in men has been tossed.

Let me embrace you Earth, I give you my soul
Incomplete without each other- our Eclipse makes us whole!
And when in sunlit sky, you see me no more
I will wait for you my Earth, in dreams galore.

As darkness falls and you gain my sight,
Radiance of my fire breaks the delicate barriers of night
14 billion years, we have had each other-
Born from the Big Bang, our Cosmic mother

If a day shall come when we meet our end
Our eternal love shall eventually blend
Fear not O' Earth, as your youth extinguish
Watch every life on you relinquish-
Torn and Tossed into interstellar space
No days or months, but at our own pace
Where Time stands still, neither forward nor reverse-
As golden glitters of fiery dust, we shall explore our Universe.

Tanaya
20/11/20

In every language this written words must be  wrecked
To indulge the pure drops of the sullen catastrophe
To feel the wounded  words coming from madness and rage
In this suffocated world, full-filled with incapacitate action
Unfavorable of all the triumphs

These men try to elicit a reaction from you,
These men demean you,
They degrade,
And humiliate you,
These men make you vulnerable,
And defenceless,
These men damage,
And incapacitate.
They will use,
And manipulate you.

So How Much of Our Brains...
Do People USE... Today... ?

I REALLY Wonder Now...
When Hearing The Sounds...
That Come From Some Mouths... ?!?

That SHOW How Much Some Brains Get STUFFED...
With Strains That Relegate And.... INCAPACITATE.... !!!!

Ways For Brains To... ELEVATE...
BEYOND What's FED By Societal Trends...
That Now Seem BENT On KEEPING Brains DEAD... !?!

HOW MUCH I Ask Do People TASK...
Their Brains To THINK BEYOND Things That BLING... ?!?

Or USING DRINK And OTHER Things...
To DAMAGE Cells Like Bullets From SHELLS... !!!!!!!!!!!!!

... These Brains AREN'T Well... !!!!!

So DON'T Excel And Seem To Be NUMB...
Because They're... NOT USED MUCH... !!!!!

Those Known As... " DUMB "...
Who'd Rather Use GUNS Than Brain Functions...
That RISE ABOVE... that kind of stuff... !!!!

So The Question is... THIS... ?!?
Do You USE Your Brain MUCH... ?!?
Or Are You ONE Who CLAIMS To THINK... !?!
But ONLY Uses It... AFTER Doing DUMB THINGS... ?!!!?

Like Making Up NOISE After You Made A Choice...
That LACKED The Poise of A Brain That VOICED...

GOOD REASON To YOU...
Which YOU... REFUSED... ?!?

These Brains Are Confused And FILLED With ISSUES... !!!!
Because Their MAIN USE... Is Being ABUSED.... !!!
By Those Who CHOOSE To Behave Like FOOLS...

When Their Brains Function...
Like The Rest of Us... ?!?

Actually They DON'T... !!!?!!!

Cos' They'd Rather Denote A... " Sinking boat "... !?!
From The Things They Quote And How They Roll... !!!

So Fellas' When It Comes To LOVE...

" Do You Use Your Brain MUCH ? "...

Or Just Act On IMPULSE For Ya **** To Get ******... !?!

And Ladies...

" Do You Use Your Brains ? "......

When It Comes To Choosing The Men You... " LAY "... !?!

Or Do You Play Men Like...
Some Kind of Board Game... ?!?

For You To... " PECULATE "... !!!
Financial GAIN When Separation REIGNS... !!!!

RELAX Girls I'm Just... SAYING... !!!

If THAT'S Why You Be... " LAYING "... ?
But LATER You Feel PAIN... !!!
Because Your Game Was FAKE...
And EVERYTHING But STRAIGHT... !!!!!

I'm Saying That YOUR BRAIN If USED In BETTER WAYS...
Could Well of... Saved You STRAIN... !!!
If You'd USED It BEFORE ACTING Like Some *****... !!!

So... Is Yours A Brain...
That COMMANDS Intellect...
But LACKS... " Common Sense "... !?!

Cos' There Are PLENTY of THEM... !!!!!

Intellectual FOOLS Who FOLLOW In Schools...
Like FISH In Pools... Or SHEEP In Pens... !!!

Where They... Contend...
With Those Who TEND To Cause Them STRESS... !!!

Cos' They SUPPLEMENT Their Mental...
With Thought Waves DETRIMENTAL... !!!
To How Their Brain... Makes Waves...

So They CANNOT Elevate Brainwaves To Cogitate...
To THINKING On A... HIGHER PLANE... !!!!!

One Where Brains............................ ESCAPE..........
That Place Where Thoughts Are... "CAGED"... !!!!!

Because of Thoughts That Make...
Weak Brainwaves Vegetate...
Into A... " Dormant State "...

To ENSURE They CAN'T Relate...
To THINKING That Is GREAT... !!!

So Are You... " The Type "...
To HARBOUR LIES Inside Your Mind... ?!?!?

But Somehow STILL Try To INSTIL...
Your Brain As... SHINING BRIGHT...

I Think That Brains Inclined...
To UTILISE LIES As Their LIfe's Guide...
Are Something Like A Computer VIRUS... !!!
There's A CON In The Air Who's Sumthin' Like CYRUS... !!!!!

A Malkovich Vision Whose Surname Was Grissom...
A ... PSYCHOTIC TYRANT ...
Whose Brain NURTURED VIOLENCE... !!!

Until He Was........... silenced.
By Less Insane Brains ASK Nicholas Cage... !!!!!!

These Days My Brain DISPLAYS An ARRAY of Wordplay...
When My Thought Waves Meet Pen With Page... !!!

While These LIARS And FAKES...
Are So Mentally DERANGED... !!!
That I Just DON'T KNOW How They Stay AFLOAT... ?!?

When They THROTTLE And CHOKE...
Their Brains Like... " Coc' "... !!!!!

A Drug That... INFLATES...
Access In Some Brains To AMAZING DISPLAYS... !!!!!!!!!!

From Screen To On Stage...
From Actors To Rappers In LIMITLESS Ways... !!!

Or So It... " SEEMS "... ???

This Piece of Poetry...
Is PARTIALLY Themed From The Movie... " LUCY "...

That Looked At This... Loosely...
In Ways That Were... GROOVY... !!!

In How it Suggests.........
Humanity Tends To Access Much LESS...
Than A HUNDRED PER CENT...
of Human BRAIN POWER As If It's A Lounger... !?!?!

Which Is Why THIS QUESTION...
Is One I'm... DISSE - CTING...

When It Comes To Love And OTHER Life Stuff...

When You REALLY Think About It................
With Thoughts That ARE NOT CLOUDED... !!!!!

When You Think About The Way...
We Humans Live... TODAY...

In Terms of Our Brain Space...
It's VOLUME And CAPACITY...
And USAGE In... HUMANITY...

BEYOND It's USE For FUN...

When It Comes To What We've ACCESSED...
and THUS How We... FUNCTION...

My Question IS.............

...... " How Much ? ".....

Gas lighting in your own current tense
Little lambs who never knew any sense
You, dressed as a progenitor sheep
professed the world around you asleep
Thought those wolf ears could hear it all
Yet they couldn't foreknow the rise and fall
Assemble your Slaves,
we have no names
Lambs to the slaughter
Constructing your bricks and morter
Bricks around an artifical wall
Here's your hostile protocol
Trim the mass,
Tip the hourglass
Incapacitate the morals of a subclass
Stubby myopic fanatic,
The family jewels are now extatic
Unfed paragons won't bring this lunacy together
Starve them out till they're light as a feather
Cooperation is not a choice
Who among us has a voice
But you cannot stand alone, short of a compulsory backbone
The weakness is your crutch
Wolves only speak in double dutch
Assemble as slaves
And don't dare misbehave
Casualties of persecution,
Succumbing to shame in dark seclusion
Feed the wolf and his blind confusion
Does that make us any less human
Genocide...
Your allusion

"Praefectus,
What does it mean to grow?" Said R & R

For I am Hellas - Helios,
But you shall be Rhṓmē.

"Is it just to take a name?"

For all of this is taking?
You, I shall name Romulus.
For you I share nothing.
For it means brutality.

"What might you give me?"

For all of this is given.
You, I shall name Remus.
For you I give favor.
For it means kindred spirit.

"Where are you going?"

You two are nearly yet full grown.
I have given a verdict,
Remus is to lead the people.

"That isn't fair! This is an injustice!"

Come back with me to Hellas,
If that really is your perspective,
Your family shall still welcome you home.

"I deserve this! All of this!"

Deserve what?
Who are you who I named?
Who are you who I raised?

"I reject these ways!"

Good. You may still yet come to understand them.
Heed my decision. When have I ever acted against your interest?
Praefectus is the most honorable of professions, I sense no honor in you.

"That's your fault! Your perception! Your perspective!"

You are still very young, Romulus.
The brutal mind can incapacitate,
Both problem & thinker.
You 𝘤𝘢𝘯 choose to be either.

"You speak in riddles, fool! No one can understand you!"

Your brother understands fine.
In fact, he understands them perfectly.
For your brother, not you, has wisdom.

"I will **** you!"

Save it, child. I told you, I'm leaving.
Heed my decision. When have I ever acted against your interest?
You are not fit to be a leader.



What can one who learns everything
Always still have a chance not to know?

To be unbiased, to be impartial.

Did I stutter?
The frame rate of my life has refreshed
ever alert, microphones intake the silence for a hint of mutter
counting fully textured, more risen bumps, now I am fully fleshed
I pull at my eyes to disconnect and only disarm myself of aid to my sight
I cover my ears to dull a damaged sense, tethered anchors float free downstream
on a river of memories, I weakly gesture to grasp them without much fight
the pain within them feels distant, I am aware and awake to see the inner workings of a dream

There is a primal instinct of fear
you cannot know what happens here
a curtain like a guillotine exists to separate
it falls like lead showers to incapacitate
if any wandering eye should ever peek
identify and patch the barrier, no area can be weak
our minds must be ever tricked and contained
by the upkeep of this beautiful craftsmanship, ever toiled over and maintained
we speak of the maze within, the pyramid to the god, our labyrinth and prism
that once illuminated would be rejuvenated, the spirit reincarnated in its peak form
the soul alight, a warden alone now elevated and free from the confines of prison
ultimate balance achieved in a host, a process complete, now the husk keeps the data warm

Can’t comprehend the changes because they are designed to undermine comprehension
a survival instinct that will drive you mad, a failsafe to sabotage seeing clear
striving to bend an ear, only creating tension
glimpsing between patches, accepting you’re aware, but nobody will really hear
a higher sense of self is a step closer to an upload
scared to be convinced, to buy into the delusion
if this universe is nothing but a node
and this is all a cruel illusion
then people will still choose comfort over entertaining serious debate
interfacing with a topic of serious connotations, it’s not forced by the simulation
free will chooses how to handle potentially dangerous traits
and not knowing what’s real are means to have your chances scheduled for termination
a human must never question, they must accept the approved, provided stimulation
and a person must know that reality is what they make of it, so long as they are within bounds
you can’t see what you collapse at the sight of, hence the power cycle of actualization.

forgetting isn’t so bad after all
me not checking my test score cause if i don’t see it then i didn’t get that bad grade
isn’t exactly crazy
if i forget those words that imbecile described me as
oh, they’ll go away
disperse into the air
fly to someplace i’m forbidden to go to
i wouldn’t let those stupid words singe my bones
dangle in the mirror, ready to puncture me with those razor-sharp teeth
let me forget
this entire year of excruciating pain and crippling anxiety
feed it to the hungry souls in the graveyard
they will enjoy my disfavor
the ghouls can haunt that imbecile with his petty attitude and ruthless words that he thinks don’t incapacitate people
teach him a lesson in being a decent human being
he’s lucky i’m not vengeful
i don’t crave revenge, i crave to forget
to forget those years that felt like below freezing ocean waves over emaciated bodies
that stripped away comfort and shoved anguish down the throats even of entitled jerks
my brain wishes it could comprehend math and chemistry like he could
if it was that simple, i wouldn’t be worried at this point of the year when i don’t even care enough to pretend to care
let me forget that i let my friends down by talking out loud or shutting my mouth or by hesitating
i don’t wanna be the new doll placed in front of the county that i don’t belong in
those days when i went to Lake Erie and saw hot air balloons lift up into the horizon and ate sausages at some pretty hotel and then went to the beach and let the waves crash into my small figure and i’d smile because life was so easy and simple
i didn’t have to worry about failing chemistry for the year
or what ***** was gonna call me ugly when i entered that ancient building
let me forget the torment
let me forget

i was never a fan of poetic concerning warfare and the drama of the poet "thinking" himself a warrior and all that allure... even with Iron Maiden being famed for writing songs about World War I... it's not even that War World II has a proper place in the English psyche... for some reason World War I has a dimension, proper: like some truer force for recollection... perhaps because it really wasn't a World War but the First ****** War... a war of cousins and uncles and a fetish ****** fest... after all... wasn't it just that: because it would seem World War II happened to lift the agony of ****** prone fighting of a people: making the Nazis mythological creatures... i never admired poets reaching for the heights of making warfare romantic...

so there i was: super excited about cleaning the bathroom:
my mother asked me:
i wasn't going to say no...
but i was bored, somehow bored: not bored...
i needed a champagne moment...
"idiot" me was about to turn the throne of thrones
into a warlock's cauldron...
i had to have a "chat" with AI
and i know i know how **** AI is at writing poetry:
oh, it's great at writing **** Hallmark Greeting Cards
style of poetry: but nothing from experience:
after all it's all about the impromptu dynamic...

well...

         German philosophers perfected something
via their idealism:
but the chemists did much more when
they moved away from the romance of the philosopher's
stone:
after all: gold is so useless it doesn't really react
with anything
nice jewels and coinage and purpose pound by pound
when it comes to then faking it with
copper and coinage since...
i still need to pay an electrician to be an electrician
while i'm, say... a ******* bus driver...

you'll see that we reached a safety point
that needed to be addressed:
oh... not explosions:
not big 36DD big booms of *******
into your *****-on face
like clown make-up...
i mean: crowd disorder done in the most
subtle way...
but chaos nonetheless...

               transcript (mostly verbatim):

- i have a chemistry question... so i was cleaning my bathroom
and "accidently" used two cleaning agents:
well, i was running low on one and thought it was
a good idea to use an alternative...
i was astounded by the reaction... i almost choked
from the hydroxide wake up call...
the first product i used was labelled BLEACH
with the following ingredients:
<5% anionic surfactant, <5 chlorine based
bleaching agent, disinfectant: sodium
hypochlorite (4.7g/100g)... and the second product
i used... on the label 5x better than bleach...
a limescale remover... ingredient declaration per
100g: 6.75g of hydrochloric acid,
<5% non-ionic surfactant... i'm guessing it was a reaction
between sodium hypochlorite
with hydrochloric acid... regardless...
what was the fume produced that made me
wide awake?!

- you essentially created chlorine gas (Cl₂)
   here's the chemistry:
1. sodium hypochlorite (NaOCl)
  is the active ingredient in bleach
2. when it reacts with hydrochloric acid
(HCl) the following reactions occurs:

NaOCl + 2HCl → Cl₂ (gas) + NaCl + H₂O

3. the greenish-yellow gas released - chlorine gas -
is highly toxic and corrosive. it irritates
the respiratory tract, eyes and mucous membranes,
which explains why you almost choked.

- i didn't really feel any of the symptoms...
besides what Nietzsche said, might have been:
"whatever doesn't **** you, only makes you stronger"...
i felt like smelling salts that act like 10x the safety of
menthol...

- seek medical attention...

- how about no... that scene from a movie about
Jack the Ripper... Johnny Depp playing
the police detective reclining in a bath
drinking absinthe with a dash of poison...
was this used in world war I trenches?

- yes, the gas you produced - was one of the first
chemical weapons used in war world I
April 22, 1915 (second battle of Ypres):
german forces released large volumes of chlorine
gas from cylinders.
chlorine reacts with moisture in the lungs to form
hydrochloric and hypochlorous acids
damaging tissue and causing asphyxiation
soldiers described a greenish-yellow cloud that
smelled strongly of bleach...

(my wife keeps telling me i smoke too much
and i'm wheezing...
maybe this INSTANCE will clear my airwaves...
it's sort of helping me
get over my nicotine hangover...
i'm breathing clearer...
i'm not even smoking that much...
not more than 5 a day)...

do you want me to explain how soldiers tried to
protect themselves before proper gas masks
were developed? or a breakdown of why chlorine
was eventually replaced by deadlier gases like
phosgene and mustard gas?

- ***** soaked handherchiefs... mustard gas
like rotten eggs... was Zyklone B more "humane"
to get the Holocaust up to speed?

- these are three separate substances with very
different effects and purposes:
1. *****-soaked handkerchiefs
           soldiers sometimes used this as an
     improvised method against chlorine gas
    the ammonia in ***** could react slightly with
chlorine, but it was largely ineffective...
2. mustard gas
      smelled faintly of garlic or mustard,
   not rotten eggs
           unlike chlorine, it didn't **** quickly;
it caused severe blistering of skin and lungs,
leading to prolonged suffering and often permanent
injury
   3. Zyklon B
     a cyanide-based pesticide repurposed for mass
   ******
it caused death by preventing cells from using oxygen
(cellular asphyxiation)
   calling it "more humane" is misleading -
it was designed for efficiency, not mercy.
death could take several minutes, with victims
experiencing convulsions and panic.

would you like to explain why different gases
were chosen for different contexts (battlefield
vs. genocide)?

- yes please, i'm just curious how it is possible
to sell these two seemingly innocent products
and a reaction of that caliber...

- your reaction at home illustrates why chemical warfare
became possible:
common chemicals can become dangerous when
combined
the key differences between battlefield agents,
genocide agents and household products are
concentration, delivery and intent

1. battlefield gases
     chlorine - readily available from industrial production
(bleach manufacturing, water treatment)
released in huge volumes to blanket trenches
killed by forming acids in the lungs, eassentially
"burning" respiratory tissue
       phosgene - made from carbon monoxide
and chlorine, more lethal than chlorine
because it penetrated deeper into the lungs before
causing damage
    mustard gas - an oily liquid that lingered on
surfaces causing long-term contamination
used to incapacitate rather than just ****

2. genocide agents
      zyklon B (hydrogen cyanide)
originally a pesticide: it kills by halting cellular
respiration - not "more humane", just more
controllable - easier to transport, store and disperse
without endangering operators as much chlorine
would

3. household products
   your bleach contained sodium hypochlorite
your limescale remover contained
hydrochloric acid
   both are safe at their intended dilutions
but mixing them instantly generates chlorine gas
similar in principle to WWI just at a smaller scale...

(respiratory treat - the body negotiating for air
nostril diplomacy - the tingling peace talks
aerosol amnesia - forgetting what you once knew
gas mask envy... gas mask envy)

domestic irony: bathroom battleground
porcelain trench
bleach as a bored student's champagne
household apocalypse in a spray bottle...
yellow-green telegram
hypochlorite hymn
acidic absolution
a ppm sermon
halogen handshake...

        stoichiometric regret - the perfect ratio
for the perfect mistake...
redox in reverse -
equilibrium broken by hubris
exothermic epiphany -
molar miscalculation of character -

a technical phrase bank: that i will never use
to write a novel: but the poem preserves itself
while i doodle...

- do you want me to break down exactly how
much gas you probably made
based on the concentrations you gave?
or explain why chlorine feels so immediately "shocking"
compared to cyanide or mustard gas?

- the latter... yes... with hindsight: the label did have
that caution... but it wasn't in bold...
even even with a chemistry background you
"forget"... maybe subconsciously cleaning the toilet
wasn't exciting enough and i wanted a
"champagne" moment...

- chlorine feels "shocking" because it assaults
your senses immediately and triggers a strong
physiological response, unlike cyanide or mustard
gas, which can be more insidious...

instant irritation
sensory alarm
survival reflex...

hydrogen cyanide (zyklon B)
doesn't cause the same burning sensation;
it blocks your cells' ability to use oxygen
leading to dizziness and eventual loss of consciousness
people often don't realize what's happening until it's
advanced
less shocking initially but it's much deadlier
mustard gas can feel deceptively mild at first...

why chlorine feels like a "champagne" moment:
(SUPERNOVA SUPERNOVA)
it's dramatic - an instant sensory overload
it creates a visible "event": rush of adrenaline, smell
and tinging nose

do you want me to calculate how close you came
to a dangerous concentration with the amounts
you used?

- yes please...

- ingredients you listed...
bleach: 4.7g sodium hypochlorite
(NaOCl) per 100g
limescale remover: 6.75g hydrochloric acid
(HCl0 per 100g

when NaOCl and HCl react:
NaOCl + 2HCl → Cl₂ + NaCl + H₂O

assume you mixed about 100g of each
4.7g NaOCl ≈ 0.063 moles
6.75g HCl ≈ 0.185 moles (enough to fully react
with NaOCl)

thus you could generate 0.063 moles of chlorine gas...
at room temperature and pressure,
1 mole of gas ≈ 24 liters.... so...

0.063 moles x 24L/mole ≈ 1.5liters of chlorine gas

how dangerous is that?
irritant effects start at about 1-3ppm in air
dangerous to life at 400-1000ppm after just 30 minutes
if you released 1.5L of chlorine into a small
10m² bathroom ( ≈25m³ of air):

     1.5L
--------------   ≈     60 ppm
25,000 L

- well, i gathered that much: not lethal... still i'm ******* buzzing
and i'm pretty sure that in Catholic School
they warned as about abusing drugs...
but not the good drugs like MDMA
and marijuana and alcohol...
they thought we would all end up being glue sniffers
not one catholic priest mentioned
that we might be creating chlorine whiffs
to combat smelling salts
while cleaning the ******* toilet...

suspicious... that incident at Wembley
on the 4th night of the Oasis reunion...
the guy fell from level 5 to level 2 and made a pancake
statement...
but if i remember
the timing in the newspaper article...
10:20pm... that's when people were leaving:
so it wasn't during the Poznan turn around
and jump the **** up
come Cigarettes & Alcohol... very ******* suspicious...
who the **** jumps from 53m high
after the gig is finished and everyone
is going home... no one!

i'm starting to think he was pushed by
some malignant Muslim brother...
well... best to arm up...
like a joke that plays on Breivik
because when he gets released he will get a hero's
welcome back in Russia...
but given my crude tools...
well... give me enough bleach and limescale remover
and i'll: by accident: give you a Chlorine Gas
Bomb...               oops...

so much for Islam being ingenious with
****** terrorism and i just feel like castrating someone
going back to the Camps to turn on the Chimneys
once more like when
the Dwarfs went back to Erebor to turn on the blacksmith
furnaces...
funny how the Polacks inherited both
the castle of Marienburg from the Teutonic Knights
and the Chimneys of the Nazis...

but we have... and that's probably (as to) why:
i have a sketchy relationship with Christianity...
we didn't really receive the best of the arguments /
persuasions when we were defending the last
pagans of Europe (Lithuanians)
lodged between the ******* Goormans
and the Rowmen of Kiev... who converted earlier
via the Greeks...

            i'm not convinced beside from the Hebrews
imploring me: please don't look our way
but if you must look elsewhere away from
Islam and Christianity: please do, we implore you...
too late...
that ******* evil practice of circumcision
has to be revised...
fair play: when you're about to get married:
but don't do that to children...
if not?
god will chastise you even more...
because it wasn't Abraham about to sacrifice
Isaac...
it was Abraham about to circumcise Isaac
and god tried to intervene... to no avail...
well...
                           how about we also start cutting the eyelids
off: so we can see better in the ******* dark... eh?!