and yes, i'm trying to find a hand,
                              or at least a handwriting in
    belzeebub's eye... sorry, in pixel;
                                 hence the comparison of
                                  g being σ with a ******* sack
         containing only one angry turkey
                                            genital.

the sunday times *style magazine
always gives me the giggles,
   with articles such as that about
an LA fitness cult of gym bros...
      **** me... i get my "abs"
too... although i drink some ***
and ms. pepsi, and listen to
         some tina "*******" tuner...
oh man, come on!
     it's tina turner! it's not
                             céline dion,
      or shania twain
   (shá-ná-i.a(h ) (as i usually
heard it)...
                              it's tina turner!

ever been to the countryside
and encountered turkeys?
        mean *******...
   the bulls' equivalent of the bird kingdom...
they'll charge at you every chance they
get...
      
            god, i miss this connection
with the countryside,
  this mass congregation
                     in the concrete amazon
is sad, or at least boring...
    and the loss of a seasonal harvest-diet
  of fruits... esp. strawberries...
   spanish strawberries in winter
             as nothing but water, no taste.

a heart beckoning for the hearth that's
                                         simply the earth.
              
we said once: to imitate statues of marble,
      in the masculine stance of exfoliating
abs and muscular prominence...
              how strange then, to see the former
artistic hands moulding the abs of a statue
of david, to the stature of seemingly forever kept,
to now see this robotic self- prefix mentality,
        or if any god might care apart from
narcissus... to be moulding bodies akin to
renaissance italian statues...
     i suppose there is greater respect
    for moulding one's body akin to
   the siamese demigod of hercules & narcissus;
which explains the **** of art by
geometry... we took to translating ancient
statues onto our bodies...
         the statues remain, our bodies will wither,
and those tattoos done aged 20, will
look hilarious on the skin, wrinkling, aged 60+.

   ah, but you see? iberia has been excluded
from being western... coupled with
   the hellenic shame of being frivolous with
pocket money...
        iberia is no longer considered
                                                   "western";
it's almost considered an extension
                                 of morocco.