**** knows...
         i'm in my thirties and i'm watching
the problems of late teens,
early twenty-year-old somethings,
and i'm not even sure what to say...
    when was the last time
i posted a comment of a video?
      erm... never.
                  i don't like the moral
brigade clamouring into my coordinates
telling me:
        oh you shouldn't drink to the excesses
as you are doing...
          the tsar, peter the great?
     drank 30 / 40 glasses of wine a day,
   what's your point?
               this whole "social justice" warrior
class?
           should i even use that term?
                     who's under the delusion of
not being mortal?
           have you heard the horror stories
of old people in care homes in england?
        who, the, ****, in, their, rational, state,
of, mind, would want to enter a care home
and be left ******* or ******* in their bed
while the "supposed" careres left you
      with ****-stain tattoos on your buttocks?
i'm not going to become an apologetic
alcoholic...
                    might as well cite
davy jones of the flying dutchman...
           do you fear death?
i can only imagine people that fear death,
are the ones that have the most vivid dreams,
and ask freud for interpretation...
         me?
                  oh sure, a dream once in a while,
only when i allow my cat to snooze in my bed
before allowing him to jump out of my window
and into the warm garden night...
     he leaves his psychic footprint on my bed
and i clamour into the feline cocoon...
   but this is poetry,
   there cannot be anything objective about it...
it's pure subject, self, or other...
     i did my science ******* bit
graduating with chemistry aged 21...
       i became bored... like an atheist might
with religion...
                 i don't understand why
there are so many "sensible" stresses for
objectivity, when no one as objective as
it is being stressed, could ever produce any
sort of art... sure, a **** good cohesive
argument akin to 1 + 1 = 2...
   but even kant denounced that load
of *******...
            i say *******, but what i mean is:
let the brain relax a while... it's not a bicep,
or a tricep...
              you can't exactly exercise fat...
there's no bone to fat relation as such...
   except the brain and the skull...
                     but forcing objectivity on
purely subjective arts... well...
       that's why i wouldn't ever have a youtube channel;
so much and therefore so much too much
              blah blah...
and that citation: no one cares about
your feelings...
           **** me! great! so you too can shut
the **** up! because no one cares about
your thoughts!
     do some mental arithmetic in your head!
if people can't listen to what other people feel,
why should these people not want to
shut the **** up, people who presume
their thoughts are worth more, to be aired
and made public?
                 that bothers me...
                  i guess that's almost akin to islam...
you don't care what other people feel...
**** me! you must be a composer...
you think about music, more, than you feel it;
you actually think about composing it,
rather than emotionally enjoying it!
                      start listening to raindrops
on a tin-foil roof in the countryside...
        who's going to want to listen to your
idea there?
           i'm pretty sure... noo 'un.