you like my drunken persona? i like it, i think he's a decent drunk... the persona's sober twin? ah, he's nobody that could really concern you, engage you... he's usually found: ******* out three tiers of faeces over a period of 3 hours... massaging his bowels with milk, water, milk, sometimes coffee, cigarettes; milk...

it's hard to see it as a curse - but then what of *Elisha?
    ever heard that story about children bothering
him, and what came later was the bear?
              you know... my drunken self is quiet
                              perceptive about its vicinity -
     so sometimes you get a classic story:
          one neighbour being an ******* to another...
and then something momentous happens,
     a few days apart...
                                     i'm not even going to drop
any names... because i don't know them...
                      all it takes is a man in his early 50s,
a woman in her late 40s trying to conceive a child...
        and i had a secondant to scout other people's opinions...
well... my scout started inquiring in a public place
about the customs in western society
   regarding the "etiquette" / norm of celebrating
the birth of a child...
                                 that's grand: all those signs
on people's front door - it's a boy! or it's a girl! -
          balloons and friends coming round...
                                     celebrating the new comer...
she gave birth yesterday...
                           and my scout was like: that's odd...
it's like nothing changed! nothing momentous happened!
    i'm getting slightly worried too, to be honest:
        i'm having this sense of a vile aura, like something
really bad is going to happen...
                   all i can conceive from the eerie silence
next door, is that the arch-villain of batman - the penguin
has been born.
                           like i said, i can't call it a curse akin
to Elisha's encounter...
                  there are too many biological factors working
into the event... and a naive human belief
                                              peppered with: just plain
irresponsibility.
                                a woman in her late 40s,
who has had no children prior? and risking it?
                              listen: i think you could use some
of the down syndrome genome to compete with
                        anti-ageing ****** creams...
                                                they don't age!
that's one plus of down syndrome -
                                         you could infuse that massive
plus from their genome and apply it, so that
       people die aged 80... but looking like they're 40!
yet the consensus in the public realm had my
scout simply hear:                 well... that's weird...
    never has a child come into this world with such
silent horror as i'm hearing next door.
                                    now the fun part:
               you know that down syndrome kids can
be bearably articulate, i knew 1 that could talk
in complete sentences, and even had his own down syndrome
girlfriend...
                          true story... all he wanted was to show
his affection, and he that in abundance -
                  aside from the physical manifestation
                      you can actually create a firm standing
mental facade to hide the: first impressions prejudice;
it can be done; but if you don't work on the kid?
    comparison - there's this other local down syndrome
kid around these parts... poor thing, i talked to him
once... but his mother didn't teach him anything -
he could only utter the syllable ma! -
     clearly his mother was akin to a parasite living
off his disability cheque.
                                what's going to happen next door?
god knows... i hope they don't do something stupid
and smother him / her in his / her sleep.
             anyway... back to ground "theory" -
                     there has been an unsurge in returning
   to ethnic identifiers - personally? i had to return to
the thought of the anglo-saxons, and now the anglo-slavs...
i just didn't want to be cornered into
                                        the grammar war of
             pronouns...
                          thankfully i also speak a language where
pronouns are diffused into other words in
      a grammatical category outside its own -
                                             i couldn't stomach this
"abstraction" that's currently weaving itself into "debates"...
2007 really was a good year to have left
        university, sane, with a chemistry degree -
                     having touched very little humanism
along the way... although i have one major regret...
          i can't find that essasy i did on albert camus'
                the stranger... ****! this northern irish
bombshell gave me a 1st on it!
            it's nice to be appreciated by a woman
                        in a french class, in having competence
  to dissect a book with enough bulwark.