i sift through these youtube videos,
where everyone
                                         is not really arguing a point per se,
           but rather sharpening their tongue
to craft sophism,
       and that's fine by me,
but when you leave listening to them arguing
against each other,
and that means: not face-to-face,
not engaging in ****** contortions,
                         it becomes soul-numbing;
just soul-numbing.
      one side is filled with these sober-headed
ponces who need to stress that each word
in each sentence follows up to the rule
of 1 + 1 = 2 + 1 = 3 + 1 = 4 + 1 = 5...
  and the arguments always conclude
                                                  ad nauseam,
they never reach a pinnacle of awe-inspiring
spectacle of two human beings talking
                 toward ad infinitum,
                     because once talking exhausts
people's sensibility for either side of the argument
concerning "god", or rather punctum ex machina
                          ut sum punctum... existo per se,
whatever, that's pig latin anyway...
         roughly translates (i didn't go to a grammar school,
so forgive me if i **** this corpse of a language) -
oh wait... ha ha... that's like innocent necrophilia...
            the point out of the machinery toward
          our point of being... existence in itself.
the point is... at some point people stop talking
and stop being reasonable, and begin to get at each
other's throats with wars.
     me? i'm not into conversation,
       sometimes i can't be bothered to even get out
of bed in the morning to take a ****, so i hold it until
my bladder starts aching, and then i'm like: right!
            to the bathroom!
and i kangaroo out of bed and that gives my day
the necessary momentum;
         and then for a good two hours i sit in very
uncomfortable positions to masage my bowels...
        and after those two hours? heaven scent nectar
of a ****... ah!
           but these videos are exhausting,
i have to listen to a good hour of music to get these
arguments out of my head, like i even might have
cared about them;
  but! but!            ever watch gavin mcinnes
videos?         he's like the charles bukowski of
the internet age...
                       great writer, don't get me wrong,
factotum you can read in an hour or two...
          but too much of either... and... let's just say
that you get to be bandaged, soaked in honey,
and told to walk into the amazon rainforest -
                        you get egoism-phobia,
      or whatever you like to call it... some sort of
aversion of:       **** man, i just overdosed.
             what i find desperate in reading:
not republicanism, fure sure, but some sort of darwinism
of a democratic nature: allow others;
   and today, i found an antidote video
armoured skeptic...
                                it was refreshing, but then after
watching a few of the videos, as is bound to happen,
the ad nauseam kicked in, of the double-edged sword...
and all i wanted was a kátāna,
           just slice through the air once,
            rather than doing some swinging action...
left! right! left! right! and probably with your eyes closed;
just lead me down the middle, with one perfect stroke
through the air, and that'll be it... oh wait...
                 that's what my life is, was and had to be.