Mar 2017
it was once called being intelligent... now everyone's in on the vogue of: autistic... what the ****?!
it's a maine **** that's nearing 10kg...
i pass this rooftop "mongrel"
in the street today, and i'm like:
you torso is smaller than my cat's head,
sorry, i agree, both of you are
ginger ninjas... but come on...
my cat is fox sized goo
that needs pampering...
so the ****** "creeps" into my room...
i mean creeps by: he leans against
the ****** door and it just opens... basic
physics...
and he's inquisitive...
you sure? i'm sure. you sure sure? i'm sure
sure.
cats can fool me any given minute,
i'm too benevolent with them...
so he's like: hmm, he's perched on a windowill,
maybe i should perch on the windowsill too...
then he plays this *taxi driver game with me,
looking into a glass window...
and you know what "they" say about
glass windows in the night...
they turn into mirrors...
so he takes to his reflection and is like:
yo' talking to me? ***?!
it's a bit like snap-chat,
cats have this nervous insect "twitch" about them...
they have the neurosis of sudden movements...
and he's all: you talkin' to m'ah *******?!
he tricks me when i want to spend some time with him
by closing the door he pushed open...
and his eyes gaze at the "void"
of me closing the door...
****** had ants in his ****... couldn't sit it
out with me... the moment i revise my original
intention of closing the door, to then opening it...
with the window open: he's off!
out the window!
but the sheer insinuation tactic of
a cat's gaze... that gets you to places you've never
been before... the ****** opened my bedroom door to
play me... and he played me...
i was duped by a cat...
10kg pressing against a door? it will get it opened
no matter what obstructions are in place...
i get it... it's april and it's getting warmer and
you want to sniff a bunch of trees and flowers in
bloom... for some reason i had a moment this afternoon
where i had a scent of cauliflower...
maybe mozart and the clouds...
oh god, fame is ****... mickiewicz? byron?!
overrated...
the whole idea of original sin
and plagiarism being the sin? thank ****
no one really bothers milton!
but get to the point where a cat fools you
to try to salvage the remains of the evening wondering
in the garden: for that extra hour...
catch a frog?
maybe... you're into gambling... so am i.
the ****** made a stealth pearl harbor move from
the windowsill out the window when he insinuated
with his gaze at me having closed the door to then:
open it again...
and then the dash!
off he went...
for some reason i have no
capability to compliment myself in terms of i.q.,
but whatever i.q. score i might have attained:
this cat just undermined me to the point where
my i.q. score is 0.
is it really paedophilia that i might say:
o'keefe music foundation's kids' cover of
tool's 46 & 2 is better than the original?
it's how it opens up...
the bass guitar... it sets the rhythm... metallica has
nothing of this sort of intro... a bit like eric
clapton live... let's say he doesn't solo during
the song *******... but he solos into the song /
rhythm... he does his virtuoso moment and
then gets serious respecting other instruments
and does the "mundane" of the rhythm and signature
of the song...
i required the p-word to release myself
for the instilling of the word: provocateur...
america: the n-word and now the p-word...
what's the m-word? mammoth? monthly?
membrane? moth?!
why is american culture so... ******* infantile?
maybe i'm delusional, but it's like: wanna doughnut?
yeah! and postcard from saturn too!
**** this cat... i close the door and he's uneasy...
i read his eyes and say: ok ok, i'll open it again...
and with the window open,
he jumps off the windowsill into the night garden.
oh here come the bets:
- i bet you my friday night will be more entertaining
in d'ah clubs on brick lane!
- i'm pretty sure it will be... i've been laughing for
the past half an hour, so how does that even compare,
or even matter?
it's a maine **** that's nearing 10kg...
i pass this rooftop "mongrel"
in the street today, and i'm like:
you torso is smaller than my cat's head,
sorry, i agree, both of you are
ginger ninjas... but come on...
my cat is fox sized goo
that needs pampering...
so the ****** "creeps" into my room...
i mean creeps by: he leans against
the ****** door and it just opens... basic
physics...
and he's inquisitive...
you sure? i'm sure. you sure sure? i'm sure
sure.
cats can fool me any given minute,
i'm too benevolent with them...
so he's like: hmm, he's perched on a windowill,
maybe i should perch on the windowsill too...
then he plays this *taxi driver game with me,
looking into a glass window...
and you know what "they" say about
glass windows in the night...
they turn into mirrors...
so he takes to his reflection and is like:
yo' talking to me? ***?!
it's a bit like snap-chat,
cats have this nervous insect "twitch" about them...
they have the neurosis of sudden movements...
and he's all: you talkin' to m'ah *******?!
he tricks me when i want to spend some time with him
by closing the door he pushed open...
and his eyes gaze at the "void"
of me closing the door...
****** had ants in his ****... couldn't sit it
out with me... the moment i revise my original
intention of closing the door, to then opening it...
with the window open: he's off!
out the window!
but the sheer insinuation tactic of
a cat's gaze... that gets you to places you've never
been before... the ****** opened my bedroom door to
play me... and he played me...
i was duped by a cat...
10kg pressing against a door? it will get it opened
no matter what obstructions are in place...
i get it... it's april and it's getting warmer and
you want to sniff a bunch of trees and flowers in
bloom... for some reason i had a moment this afternoon
where i had a scent of cauliflower...
maybe mozart and the clouds...
oh god, fame is ****... mickiewicz? byron?!
overrated...
the whole idea of original sin
and plagiarism being the sin? thank ****
no one really bothers milton!
but get to the point where a cat fools you
to try to salvage the remains of the evening wondering
in the garden: for that extra hour...
catch a frog?
maybe... you're into gambling... so am i.
the ****** made a stealth pearl harbor move from
the windowsill out the window when he insinuated
with his gaze at me having closed the door to then:
open it again...
and then the dash!
off he went...
for some reason i have no
capability to compliment myself in terms of i.q.,
but whatever i.q. score i might have attained:
this cat just undermined me to the point where
my i.q. score is 0.
is it really paedophilia that i might say:
o'keefe music foundation's kids' cover of
tool's 46 & 2 is better than the original?
it's how it opens up...
the bass guitar... it sets the rhythm... metallica has
nothing of this sort of intro... a bit like eric
clapton live... let's say he doesn't solo during
the song *******... but he solos into the song /
rhythm... he does his virtuoso moment and
then gets serious respecting other instruments
and does the "mundane" of the rhythm and signature
of the song...
i required the p-word to release myself
for the instilling of the word: provocateur...
america: the n-word and now the p-word...
what's the m-word? mammoth? monthly?
membrane? moth?!
why is american culture so... ******* infantile?
maybe i'm delusional, but it's like: wanna doughnut?
yeah! and postcard from saturn too!
**** this cat... i close the door and he's uneasy...
i read his eyes and say: ok ok, i'll open it again...
and with the window open,
he jumps off the windowsill into the night garden.
oh here come the bets:
- i bet you my friday night will be more entertaining
in d'ah clubs on brick lane!
- i'm pretty sure it will be... i've been laughing for
the past half an hour, so how does that even compare,
or even matter?
