you will not disregard my ethno-status toward incubating
your failed journlism -
   the 20th century idea of journalism is over,
                     it, has, passed!
                   it's dead in the gutter -
      not now could you report on the world at be
with the fervour, equivalent to, reporting on **** germany...
you fail to recognise the agglomerate of what is still
central europe into your narrative?
                 no... i won't frighten you...
                   i'll just disregard you as
                                         a "respected" authority
that might guide the world to the summary of its own
bidding...
                        i'll have no respect... therefore i will
imply the stratum of: forget them...
   they're talking into their own *****... and i'd rather
keep a **** in my **** from yesterday for *******
it out today, so it's all nice and stone-like...
               so some geologist might come and say:
hmm... well... isn't this interesting.
                        the west isn't a respectible authority...
sure... it can fathom the production of many
trivial things... but apart from that?
                 a **** in a tornado...
              oi! santa! where's that turbine gonna spin
to next?
                 ** ** **!
                        **** on me! he said it's heading west!
the west dictates because it was the only faction
of geo-politics that detonated the atom bomb
and is the only one overly-paranoid about having
done so...
                       well... don't look at me like i'm
some schizophrenic... you're the ones that set it
off on a dry surface... you weren't the french who said:
maybe an aquatic insulator? hmm?
                it just ****** me off that in english press
the poles are still, virtually without an ethnic identity....
people in the west became too used to
the, non-existence of the polish commonwealth...
poles, estonians, latvians, lithuanians, belarusians,
ukranians...
                              it's just called eastern! europe.
it just peeves me...
                             well bang that along with
the welsh sheep-*******,
                                the scot-irish McNuffin',
   and the english?
                                   football or cricket? or both?!
        high tea... by the way... they call dinner
   tea in england, at around 5p.m. -
                           don't know, i thought i might as well
mention it... by 6p.m. they'll be jerking off
                 thinking *** was a thwench "thing"
you do on saturday.
                               they're really big now,
they have uncle sam to take care of,
                                and aunt jill the ausie...
they're big now... but i have them beckoned to be
under the microscope any, time, soon...
                    ah you know... the usual comic stand-up
technique of predictions for the gags...
                            and hand-bags... and stilettos....
transgender?    how about... you begin with
                               transvestite?
                      well... isn't that a weird concept!
you master the art of transgender so that women
     feel wet at the sight of your: exuberance?
                     these days it's a bit like talking
about a ****** with an i.q. of 1-50....
                 smart as ****... albeit dumb as hell -
   that adam's apple gonna disappear before
   i take toward the cognitive fetish of considering
****** you in a dark alley? well...
    the merovingians, the saxons and the hippies
donned long hair...
                 ever see any of them tuck
               their genitals prior to tucking their
protruding larynx?
                            seriously... how about we
perfect being transvestite before attempting,
before actually faking being transgender?
      three names! only three!
eddie izzard...  chloe arden.... blaire white;
i already mentioned that the latter two names
     denotes huskies... my godmother is a huskie...
she has a... deep voice...
                              the three stated names?
trans-                                      -vestite -
                  visage? vestige?
               ****! ooh! what a nice world:
                                        visage-vestige = trans.
          you really can't contemplate faking a "loss"
of gender...
                   oh c'mon p'ooh bear, don't break my heart,
don't make me think there's a thai surprise
                          in store while i fiddle into your
******* and finger out an: oh! ah! oh! ah!
   never mind, i'm still going to be *******
    about the "eastern europe" definition...
               well... as slapping back might sound...
                           i'd just call the west: paddyland.