growing a beard, i found, is a bit like smoking cigarettes,
you're always fidgety, ants in your pants scenario,
once idle hands of god's labouring, no idle god's
armpits and brows, with the devil's handy-work
of eager click click in that random alphabet arrangement
of the keyboard, when perfected never looking down
to see the chasm standing on a floor of glass ready for
a fall... so beard and cigarettes go together,
idle hands made to fidget something...
hardly a reason to spot a raw carrot
or peanuts in the grasp for exchange of equalled fidgety;
i still think it odd that nietzsche mentioned
english alcoholism, but ignored america,
which i find damnable, and given american puritan
escapade into prohibition, it's good i speak a slavic tongue,
for i find english alcoholism's repentance abhorring,
an abomination, you drink when in a certain status,
you're expected, expected to repent for it,
what ****** of freedom put you up to this?
you can cook, clean, write, what's wrong
with doing it drunk? you can be civilised drunk,
what's wrong with that?
the slavic ways are different, you eat and drink,
or if you're a mongrel like me,
you drink, you drink, then you eat,
the drunk opens a sober hurrah cork of
a fizzy water bottle... and there's an equilibrium,
smoking cigarettes makes the contaminated palette
more prone to spices rather than the two essences
of salt and pepper... which you begin to use less and less.
i hate what america has done to english pleasure
derived from drinking: raise a glass and
sláinte (say the e), do dheagh shlàinte (don't say the e)!
i abhor this easy moral gimmick using someone,
prim and suited eyes that ought reach a scaffold
and hang by their  gutted intestines (war speech, um, yes),
it's an american phenomenon infecting english society,
puritan ******* that drove the apache to madness
readying them to a readied applause for extinction:
can't take these people anywhere,
they're sterile placebo buggers waiting for television
(plato's cave) to prolong their long boring lives;
and so it was... i'm not going to repent over my joys...
take the sip of christ's blood and be on your way, mmm'k?
to add: and they're doing just that... they're using
the original hedonists (artists) for the purpose of moralising
the youth, they're creating art aimed at youth
in order that youth might be moralised and uniformed,
you invoke a substance sterility and prohibitory
use of healthy substances... watch your back...
the ******* priests and shadows of horror...
you try and make artists (free spirits) moral pawns...
you're going straight to hell.