the aerodynamics on that ****, past the ****? **** me... miles davis on the trumpet! followed up by john coltrane on the sax.

sure... it's like egg-friend rice, of any kind replicable...
but this is *hoisin sauce, and soya sauce...
                   jumping at each other in the mix...
   or that's: half an hour, sitting on the window-sill,
   sitting on my foot folded, massaging my ****...
              thinking: there's bound to be a few more
                           inches' worth of ****, stuck up there....
           c'mon heel! massage that **** a bit more,
if we get a few more farts out... we're bound
                                   to get the **** out too!
     that's the funny thing... you can have a lodged ****,
but then you can also ****, and the **** doesn't
come out...
                     how do farts byspass the ****?
   that really is, a weird question...
              it's a bit like comparing it so psychiatry...
all these thoughts (farts) keep coming out...
         past this thick fudge-berg lodged in my head (the ego)...
how did they ever bypass that ****-berg's worth of contemplative
                     and monetary's unit worth of reasoning about,
                                                           in the first place?
               well... if you're going to circumcise people...
might as well call the **** the mind...
                       and make fun out of circumcised freud...
better now? ah hmm mmm?
                  farts the thoughts, thoughts bypassing the lodged
      in **** ****'s worth of ego...
          surely if there's aerodynamics... there must be some
   sort of cognitive-dynamism...  a bypass...
                       people love to simply call it ignorance...
         but it's not...
       oh, lookie here... fits neatly, right into my trouser pocket;
what was it?              
                 farts, thoughts, ego, ****...
                  well.. you know... some of us like the idea of shortcuts.