i’m siding with the barber of tel aviv and the butcher from jerusalem, what the hell do you mean by trying to salvage celebrity culture with the crucifix clenched into the 22nd century?! we've got dinosaurs to mind... this is no time to be a monkey!*

to quote st. paul: i left behind childish things
and started to toy with serious words
like toys having
found very little meaning in them, and so
in order that i ironed and tailored a banker’s suit
with the words: i took for inspiration,
and i did forget the childish things i once cherished,
but the phoneticism after, which i kept,
dwarfed the childish things i bosomed once,
and even though i took great depth to monk myself into
kissing the first corinthian like a samaritan,
i forgot the testament of cato, and instead spoke
like nero although through the mouth of seneca;
because i did abandon all childish things,
but i changed concepts of love hope and faith
into frivolity spoken of frequently but exercised as if a memory of youth
in that rarity worth a marketplace and religion.