one simply tires of
interfacing with
the anonymity medium,
like one is to
embody some variant
of an alcoholic...
one tires...
one even attempts
to alleviate
the apathy via...
freely giving up one's
ability to toy-the-joystick
to become chauffeur
driven...
        ya...
    one even forget's one's
ability to use: i,
when what once
seemed plain & obvious:
the singular plural,
has become the plural
singular:
like some bad diabetes
variant of the
Socratic conundrum
between consecrating
the universals with
the particulars upon
the same altar of:
tongue waggling...
   one could suppose...
best be moving to
the Bahamas &
the integers...
      but alas...
         the good lord has spoken...
one by one....
oh good lord almighty,
if all the numbers
were given fractional
scrutiny...
there would be no serfs!
surds! sorry...
well one is complete in two,
in that there are two of une,
in... deux...
     français...
          je: it's like i was always
in anticipation mode...
like i was supposed to wash
the dishes, or... waiter....
français, quoique,
    je jamais était:
          une grand admirateur...
donc...
   je détester ()e français...
saleté-scénario...
                qui?
one could wish...
this... intermediate...
"bargain"...
       why wouldn't the nationalists
make curiosities
of our mismanaged
"network"...
                 we attacked
what was supposed to
remain:
       faire taire "parle"...
the royal pronoun...
has to buckle
at some point...
when the common man's
pronoun is attack
via the claustrophic
circus toys is the source
of the usurp...
look...
   look at me...
save a... ******* coconut!