over-quoted or overlooked, but advanced into ridiculousness nonetheless, sam's the man for all things barren, but at least sam's was a time when you wrote a book and didn't have to endorse toothpaste advertisement. brand the ***** with clinical white, on the bone, on the bone, but mind you, tattoo the skin in octopi ink. now imagine it not so: little words don't belittle but also don't engross, fluid they are, fluid. so, mind you, it's not true when you say it's true that: poet gives homage to a writer, by trying little plagiarisms like this to see if some deep blue somewhere could relate twos grammar into ones and oneness binary - little wording, just a little like that, is a poet's homage to sam's stage fright. so odd they said, so odd, no matter if many ifs, buts or maybes, the kasparov accusation bloated techno techno ?, so much so that beep beep b beep made it on the dancefloor: that rigid phonetic ring with a machine of answers, also known as the churchbell tower: i believe i believe he took one maxim unto himself from nietzsche, sam the man did, he took the: believe in grammar believe in god, don't believe in grammar don't believe in god, throws god out, writes about god, with a disbelief in grammar, or a grammar of disbelief; which makes sense, given that - the sun shone, having no alt., on the nothing new - sound est so so goo.