the problem with most psychiatrists, is that they treat their patients like paediatricians - a terrible flaw, actually: psychiatry is a very subtle form of paediatrics: among the few that i saw, i found one uttering aloud the phrase: he was abused as a child - which i inverted and boxed him in, meaning he was thinking aloud about himself; well, he was Asian after all, and we all know the deal with tiger moms instilling sadistic ambitions into their children, just so they can look the part, right? indeed, psychiatry is an elementary form of medicine, they can shout their theories on the brain's chemical imbalances all they want, deaf ears here from London to Aberdeen... politics is crass... yes, i said alcoholism is a variant of metabolism, a prime sedative, i could be a killer, instead i'm cool, it's raining and above me the Icelandic smog of grey skies, i love it: please post those "wish you were here" postcards from Bahamas to Santa Claus who desires an: unwanted gifts policy. i like this ****-hole, akinned (should be a word, variant of likened, i.e. rather than akin to, akinned) with - ah, godly be: we insert the ****** и               in the indefinite article if a word subscribes to start with a vowel, tongue tornado tie off the Latin - basic unit of sound (æ) - you can become an atomic linguist within a blink of an eye, always the humanists' rebellion given the grand scientific oratory belittling us - but we never write then                when the index vector points at an ear... or a nose; the ear, the oat meal sufficiency to size up to the ordeal of the day ahead, starters, fibrous delayed energy. poets? rhyme has been stolen by pocket pop and grizzly rock, poets want to imitate rappers... just do what the r.e.m. lyrics of man on the moon did to the nirvana yeah yeah yeah... quick rhyming... debased, anything but the whitey expression is far from the supposed "cool"; i don't know slang is fashion, or a revision of the 20th century: the futurists haven't really given us anything but extra flare of the 70s donned on the shoulders. still, i think that psychiatry is a form of paediatrics - it demeans people, they haven't realised the extra limbs, offshoots from the abstract version of the brain: the mind - the fear of the lost narrator, when thinking becomes automated and with recurrent themes, the Narcissus frozen in the mirror... and that's scarier than a vampire without a reflection... the automation of thinking rather than a narrative, that's the fear, and indeed few people can still attract a cognitive narrative in later years, given the clogs and cogs of our daily activity, jobs so trivial, jobs so pointless... but this is the world were we have limited elemental invasions of safety, tamed the earth, tamed the seas, tamed the waters, and suddenly we have no room to breathe. from a world of Coliseum antics and survival thrills, we're being squashed by our own improvements... thinking has rarely involved an escape from Alcatraz, but thinking is a variation of being, when thinking becomes a medium of escapism, not necessarily righting the world with fiction; enter philosophy and grit. when thinking can also include in its many other facets a variation of entertainment, and memory becomes cinema, and imagination is squashed by the overpowering tendency to concentrate. retiring after a prolonged strain of repetition will make a few if not a growing minority succumb to the ill management of possessing money and living in a civilisation, rather than not possessing money and living in a tribalism; i always admired the bums, i figured: Diogenes of Sinope...  Rasputin...              i'll miss the music i collected paying due dues to artists, and my library of eccentric reading... that's what i'll miss... and with death: a thrill, a look ahead... from the 1990s and into the present date, so many changes: the shrinking of televisions and mobile phones... the internet becoming mobile... we've never had it so good... and that constant plea in our minds: god give us back the strife and the necessary physical exertion, for we have truly created the comforts of heaven for ourselves, but never thought that boredom would be the byproduct asset we tried to conquer with logical games, logical games that preceded the logical argument of philosophy: crosswords before Aristotle, or Kant... fickle things these games... i leave you with the notion: logical games can be prescribed by mathematical encoding, the Japanese su doku - but leave the encoding of sounds with the narrative, don't even bother pledging your time to crosswords: learn to internalise a storytelling that was once apparent among tribes by the campfire.