harmaasarvi - in finnish; indeed aa.. for å = ā, the wheel upon flattened earth... rolling, toward the arithmetic of allowing two, serving the principle of rolling, or being slightly prolonged.

oh, please shut up.

i only use youtube, because all the music shops
have been closing down
in my area...

   all the talk, and talk, and talk, and more
talk...
            i want to care...
   but unless your talk is like raindrops
on a tin roof in the wild...
                 i'm... dunno...
                                                        care?

i'm thinking:
   isn't *gjallarhorn's version of
                                 herr olof better
than that of garmarna's?
                
                      just talking...
     but **** me, so much talk, people clearly
need more rights to speak rather than breathe...
oh ******* with their desire to think...
   that's bound to the atheistic zeitgeist of trend /
vogue whether god exists...
        
            apparently if it can't be measured
with a 1 + 1 = 2 / centimetre's worth
                                                 of argument,
                              then there's no proof...
  i don't see what needs to be proved,
                                               in all honesty;
it all turns out to be a bit pointless...

  *** *** ***...

                               have your fun! ****'s sake,
it's not like i was invited anyway...
    
      so how did you get an invitation into my
thinking?
                   i didn't say anything...
  i already said, i wrote on the flag of defeat....
  on white, perhaps in public-pixel-white...
           but i wasn't asking for a conversation...

oh man, i don't use you-tube to listen to
people talking...
        i have b.b.c. radio 4 for that...
                 at least there's a schedule...
   i just miss music shops on the streets,
esp. ****** megastore on oxford st.,
        the remains of music shops on oxford st.
that is h.m.v. is no comparison...
          there are no escalators...
                i've turned into a cultural
hunter & gather... a forager...
  
           and to think it all began with
      mike oldfield's
                                       tubular bells;
i'm getting itchy squint eye of the orientals,
                      too much ***, and it's 3 am.