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Apr 2017
this isn't exactly absinthe! and yes, i was once accused of writing a "word salad" conceptualisation of said language... personally i just think the said  language is, a bit *******; of course not on a per se basis, but simplified by people who speak it, at said time, 2017.

                                           what's this washing-line doing
in my bedroom?!

      is this what you call secondary blinking?

seriously! what the **** is this washing
              line doing in my bedroom?

       is this a bad joke about drying pancakes?

  god... i've been watching too
                            much *hotel transylvania
;

either that or i spent this afternoon
   hanging clothes and bedsheets on the said lines

hence the millisecond's worth of hallucination,
what, you can't be serious,
a milliseconds's worth of "seeing" a washing-line
in your bedroom?
    
                          if i'm going to "dry" my pancakes
i'd use a napkin to soak up the fat from the frying...
              oil from pancakes wouldn't drip, or i.e. drool
like dog's bother for excess saliva...
                and if i spoke to a child of mine,
i'd say: i really need to explain the concept of ikea to you...
which would be much easier than any
                                                             ­  talk of ***.

but no, i'm pretty sure it's too much hotel transylvania;

and it's this: snapping out of a dream, or a
                               millisecond's worth of hallucination;
shortcrust l.s.d., and i'm basically blinking out of:
                             a washing-line       in my bedrom;
so we have the underwear.... what's hanging on it?
          underwear, bedsheets, shirts, towels...
                       i'd love to add: napkins, handkerchief,
bowties... but i can't... it's enough for that millisecond's
worth of blink and hallucinatory conjuring of the washing line
in my bedroom to riddle me for the next two days;

           what did a critique of the famous grouse
                                turn me into? ignition for a madhouse?
Mateuš Conrad
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Mateuš Conrad  36/M/Essex (England)
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