i fiddle with my beard,
    and all of a sudden i feel ticklish...
                     as is someone was nibbling
                                                   on my neck,
and, oh the exhilaration
i swear that's more than can be,
                                      if there ever could be,
      anything like that, as if i might have
said about dressing up in latex...
    come on... fiddling with your beard,
and you suppose someone is nibbling on your
                                      neck?
what then?     demonic invitation 2.0?
                               prrrr...   i'm a wet sparrow
shaking off the water...
                                well... there's room for ***
& ms. pepsi...
              well it's a bit narcissus-prone,
but i just washed my beard, and it's super-soft,
so i'm fiddling with it like it might be a violin...
imagine it otherwise: some people bite their nails,
some people smoke cigarettes... some people
eat carrots... this is what you might call
the high-end of procrastination?
     i really was going to write 16th century
polish, wasn't i?
    i like it rough by lady gaga got in the way,
what put me off was the tissue thing...
                  in my experience you don't end up
giving a ******* an ****** by being rough...
all she said was: this is the second time,
                                that it's happened to me.
from what i remember? it's not like
                        i was ******* a mannequin;
what's this code in athenian strip-clubs
   where the strippers put a green chip in front of you...
i'm guessing that's what's called:
this "*******"? it's actually a brothel
                                            if you can afford it.
******* and prostitutes? you really don't get to
live up to lady gaga's sing-along standards
of expectation as,
                          what's necessarily to be fulfilled.
how does that song go? try a little bit of tenderness!
        pet a dog, caress a cat... **** a *******;
why? i'm done with western women being so ******
picky, finicky, that it has become a turn-off...
   i'd rather **** a chimpanzee if i'm going to be honest,
and then turn darwin's ego into a ******...
                       and **** it;
my phallus? oh, darwin's ego as a ****** would get
***** by my phallus that morphed into nothingness.
i'd rather stick around bulgarian prostitutes
than these, prancing english procelain-swans
of women...
         even a mongol would say... me? celibacy!
i'm not buying into this *******!
        daddy was rough, daddy was tough,
daddy was religious, daddy was conservative...
                       daddy's little girl ends up doing ****.
who the hell wants the end-result, if you're not a rock-star?
ok ok... XVI reinvestment in language of today -
     niezmożny             -         ogromny, nad-ludzki
which basically means: super-human... or akin
    to the colossus of rhodes; yes, that word in italics
with the ż, is straight out of the 16th century.
or another example...
       bachmat (you can say bach, right?
no, not batch... the baroque composer) -
           silny, krępy koń tatarski -
                          i.e. a strong, short-build tatar horse...
and that's the language from the 16th century,
or at least samples of it.