short, but sweet: insomnia capital
by removed.polaroid-scrabble
/ *in a world where people can't fathom to usher in a monosyllable: like no? it's not exactly nigh-nine equivalent to the german nein... people have to say tak, ja, yes, and never actually imply ha-yah borrowed from hebrew, i.e.: "the" wisdom... seems pretty shitty, in all non-circumcised honesty of holding a fake of a petted snake cum shepherd's staff: with what was once tongue, and sword of moses... and then some linear busy bodies of geometric time-lapses into confining a stable-table for a philosopher's mind... but mainstream media... ah... what luck! people choke! choke! on having to say such a simple "word": given the other words, but... a syllable, akin, composing nothing! what a marvel... frankie, in the 21st century, contrasted with iggy pop, and john coltrane humming through the thick, background pact of it... like a catholic choir-boy taking revenge... oh sweet, sweet: sweet pleasures of today!*
let's put it this way...
if beer is: the piss of the gods?
whiskey?
the piss of titans.
wine?
do i really want to hear
the jesus metaphor?
and as one truth concerning
speaking truth:
nein.
that's not how the libra of male
drinking habits works...
either boy juice beer,
or tongue numbing rattle-snake
bite...
fuck!
too much iggy pop and not
enough frank zing-tra-la-la
gets you all... fuzzy!