*this isn't exactly absinthe! and yes, i was once accused of writing a "word salad" conceptualisation of said language... personally i just think the said language is, a bit ******** of course not on a per se basis, but simplified by people who speak it, at said time, 2017.*
what's this washing-line doing
in my bedroom?!
is this what you call secondary blinking?
seriously! what the **** is this washing
line doing in my bedroom?
is this a bad joke about drying pancakes?
god... i've been watching too
much hotel transylvania;
either that or i spent this afternoon
hanging clothes and bedsheets on the said lines
hence the millisecond's worth of hallucination,
what, you can't be serious,
a milliseconds's worth of "seeing" a washing-line
in your bedroom?
if i'm going to "dry" my pancakes
i'd use a napkin to soak up the fat from the frying...
oil from pancakes wouldn't drip, or i.e. drool
like dog's bother for excess saliva...
and if i spoke to a child of mine,
i'd say: i really need to explain the concept of ikea to you...
which would be much easier than any
talk of ***
but no, i'm pretty sure it's too much hotel transylvania;
and it's this: snapping out of a dream, or a
millisecond's worth of hallucination;
shortcrust l.s.d., and i'm basically blinking out of:
a washing-line in my bedrom;
so we have the underwear.... what's hanging on it?
underwear, bedsheets, shirts, towels...
i'd love to add: napkins, handkerchief,
bowties... but i can't... it's enough for that millisecond's
worth of blink and hallucinatory conjuring of the washing line
in my bedroom to riddle me for the next two days;
what did a critique of the famous grouse
turn me into? ignition for a madhouse?
Apr 29, 2017
Apr 29, 2017 at 6:47 PM UTC
*this isn't exactly absinthe! and yes, i was once accused of writing a "word salad" conceptualisation of said language... personally i just think the said language is, a bit ******** of course not on a per se basis, but simplified by people who speak it, at said time, 2017.*
what's this washing-line doing
in my bedroom?!
is this what you call secondary blinking?
seriously! what the **** is this washing
line doing in my bedroom?
is this a bad joke about drying pancakes?
god... i've been watching too
much hotel transylvania;
either that or i spent this afternoon
hanging clothes and bedsheets on the said lines
hence the millisecond's worth of hallucination,
what, you can't be serious,
a milliseconds's worth of "seeing" a washing-line
in your bedroom?
if i'm going to "dry" my pancakes
i'd use a napkin to soak up the fat from the frying...
oil from pancakes wouldn't drip, or i.e. drool
like dog's bother for excess saliva...
and if i spoke to a child of mine,
i'd say: i really need to explain the concept of ikea to you...
which would be much easier than any
talk of ***
but no, i'm pretty sure it's too much hotel transylvania;
and it's this: snapping out of a dream, or a
millisecond's worth of hallucination;
shortcrust l.s.d., and i'm basically blinking out of:
a washing-line in my bedrom;
so we have the underwear.... what's hanging on it?
underwear, bedsheets, shirts, towels...
i'd love to add: napkins, handkerchief,
bowties... but i can't... it's enough for that millisecond's
worth of blink and hallucinatory conjuring of the washing line
in my bedroom to riddle me for the next two days;
what did a critique of the famous grouse
turn me into? ignition for a madhouse?