at this moment in the night, only two things
seem to parallel as being equally beautiful -
a. roxette's  watercolours in the rain,
and b. me, drunk,
      making a dish for a lover i wished was here -
linguini: 2x tp chilli pesto, 1x tp philadelphia
               herb cream cheese,
                     2x tp crème fraîche -                        (teaspoon)
              half a tomato diced finely -
                                        and fresh basil: to taste...
yep: watercolours in the rain...            

did i tell you hate my neighbour?
  the neighbour next to me calls him a lard ****...
he impregnated a woman in her late 40s...
      what's not to expect if not to expect
a down synrdrom surprise?
                           re-ah-li-ty;
what? i thought you cared for cultural darwinism?
            nature would call it what it is...
it wouldn't pamper the reality with some
marxism:
                    put a horses' girdle on the ******
and let him plough the field!
   that's what marxism would say...
               evidently cultural dariwnism goes
outside of it's competence in interpreting nature...
such scenarios are like: uh? uh? uh uh?
   what now?!
                       i'd be petting a dozen hyenas
right about now...
                                oh but you're so delicate!
   oh! i broke a nail!

i can't believe people have to pay for other peoples'
****** incompetence...
                         incompetent *******!
all the knowledge they received, and still! they
transgress the knowledge given!
             i can't believe they fool others to feel guilty
for starters for their incompetence,
   and for dessert: make them work on their
"art works".
                           you ever see a ******
 parade his genitals in public? ever see that sort of scene?
     you wanna see it?
                  **** it: unto moloch!