it's one thing to smile, using your lips?
but you can't really
laugh-out-loud...
              if your eyes aren't smiling...
i.e. it's one thing reading a style magazine
article about the 1975's
               matt healy...
and then not listening to in extremo's
song vor vollen schüsseln
as a fashonista might down a kale shake,
or eat an avocado on toast...
you sure you drizzled that oddity with
some lemon juice?
     seriously...
the english have become as "eccentric"
(plain wrong, as the russians say) as the scots...
what with avocado on toast,
    and a deep-friend mars bar / slice of pizza...
                                 (of the scots);
i still don't know if the word fad is
an acronym or a noun...
          i'd still rather eat raw herrings than
***. sushi.
        i hope i have some sort of inclusive
sense-of-humour, that someone might share
with me;
well, eccentric has a twin... its name is... bonkers,
off your rickety-rickety;
tossing marbles, into a hole in a ground,
like the polish kids did, after the closure of communism...
that's what we used to do...
   dig a hole, prescribe ourselves a distance of,
say, five metres, and then throw marble ***** into
the hole...
                  but **** me... nothing more
fun than playing hide & seek;
what sort of childhood do you have now? eh?
about as ****** as a ready-meal from a supermarket.
that ******* matra... quick! quick!
    and then what?
                               read a book? t.v.?
there's a great joke concerning the acronym t.v.,
   it's p.c.        plato's cave...
          that's what watching television equates itself to;
sure, a personal computer,
   but an impersonal presence, using it;
but there, simply is, a way of extracting from blank
pixel canvases, some sort of self-authority, that bypasses
           any literary core of authority!
  that has existed, and has been ridiculed by this medium...
  we're not here to make monetary gains...
     we're here to exhale a breath of our thoughts...
we're bypassing all concepts of authority that existed
in the 20th century...
                     publishing boundaries, what boundaries...
what? you're going to suddenly become finnicky
   concerning your take of a literary palette?
             oh... oyster not good enough... you need a lobster?