i have no reason for sun... bees have,
flowers have...
my eyes are reserved for greater pleasures,
bound to the meow... moon...
oh crap...
yellow... orange... red...
i hate daylight...
it's not even some sort of
urban fetish...
my eyes are just too outer
urban... they're outer-suburbian,
bordering on village life...
fuck's sake,
i use a computer wearing sunglasses,
most of the time, esp. at night;
listening to portishead
just takes the eye via the ear...
and sleeping with a cat that
you fight with, when asleep,
and the cat ends up biting / scratching
your ear, so you end up bleeding on the pillow
that your head was rested on?
well... m'eh... just another
*** & ms. pepsi refill, basis
for a dionysus trance;
no, i get bleeding through your *** from
alcohol "abuse", but from ypur *******
ear?! your ear?
i did get a nose bleed once
in english glass...
who, the, **** ever, heard, of, an, ear, bleed?
well... unless you're falling asleep with
a 10 kilogram maine **** cat....
with both of you wrestling with each
other in your sleep... mother... ******
when was the last time you heard someone
say: i bled through my ear... ?!
now... i love a cat's "snoring"... purring
the cat makes before he's (i'm a man...
i'll use he... not she... and it is just... ugh)...
it's a bit like snoring... only that they
imitate snoring... and purr...
prior to falling asleep
and turning all stealth-mode silent.
ah... the demands of future, descriptive excesses,
in bitesize form of "poetry";
lucky us, jezebels of the arts;
i still can't believe how
(well, the nag hammadi library),
or why, grammar became so popular, in
that it became political;
frankly... i like seeing the latter
from an archeological perspective, i,e. "catching-up"...
as far as politics goes... and what i deem
a mishandling of language by abusing
grammatical categorisations of words...
please... count me out from any "serious" discussion.
May 27, 2017
May 27, 2017 at 10:00 PM UTC
i have no reason for sun... bees have,
flowers have...
my eyes are reserved for greater pleasures,
bound to the meow... moon...
oh crap...
yellow... orange... red...
i hate daylight...
it's not even some sort of
urban fetish...
my eyes are just too outer
urban... they're outer-suburbian,
bordering on village life...
fuck's sake,
i use a computer wearing sunglasses,
most of the time, esp. at night;
listening to portishead
just takes the eye via the ear...
and sleeping with a cat that
you fight with, when asleep,
and the cat ends up biting / scratching
your ear, so you end up bleeding on the pillow
that your head was rested on?
well... m'eh... just another
*** & ms. pepsi refill, basis
for a dionysus trance;
no, i get bleeding through your *** from
alcohol "abuse", but from ypur *******
ear?! your ear?
i did get a nose bleed once
in english glass...
who, the, **** ever, heard, of, an, ear, bleed?
well... unless you're falling asleep with
a 10 kilogram maine **** cat....
with both of you wrestling with each
other in your sleep... mother... ******
when was the last time you heard someone
say: i bled through my ear... ?!
now... i love a cat's "snoring"... purring
the cat makes before he's (i'm a man...
i'll use he... not she... and it is just... ugh)...
it's a bit like snoring... only that they
imitate snoring... and purr...
prior to falling asleep
and turning all stealth-mode silent.
ah... the demands of future, descriptive excesses,
in bitesize form of "poetry";
lucky us, jezebels of the arts;
i still can't believe how
(well, the nag hammadi library),
or why, grammar became so popular, in
that it became political;
frankly... i like seeing the latter
from an archeological perspective, i,e. "catching-up"...
as far as politics goes... and what i deem
a mishandling of language by abusing
grammatical categorisations of words...
please... count me out from any "serious" discussion.