all i can say, and i'll make it
haiku-style-terse...
there's nothing boring
about my life...
     i'm teaching my neighbour's
kid to stare at the end
of his garden with a blank
stare...
   the cat's i own?
              they don't bother
to venture outside the garden...
unlike the conventional
cats of the area...
     my night's entertainment?
when a moth flies into my room
and i catch it with
my bare hands, and then
release it into the night...
  **** the very rare example
of a male mosquito (male
mosquitos?
  smaller than the females,
the ones that **** blood) -
oh **** me, i can take to staring
  at nothing in particular
  and hope for a memory,
and then an even quicker-memory
loss...
   let's just say: buddha
   with open eyes, although wearing
sun-glasses...
         10 minutes later,
a sip of *** and ms. pepsi
and a cigarette... and i'm like... huh?
oh right... the clouds shifted.
  it's just the thing,
   the taoists (abhorred by ezra pound,
for reasons i can't quiet fathom...
   these days he'd be against
the feng shui movement) -
   i learned from tao...
   1st and only principle:
  if you want to help the world, i.e. "change"
it? forget the world and
   let the world forget you...
writers only achieve
     fame post-mortem
                                 anyway...
what, pre-mortem?
      a red carpet,
                  a book made into a movie,
loads of money,
   and then a fake care for
                               philanthropy.
     but if ezra was alive today?
  tao wouldn't bother him,
  but i'm sure as **** that feng shui
would...
     how about this feng shui?!
   how about a dust-bin on every
street corner in a suburban area,
to get rid of the litter problem
   in suburban areas?
                   a change of plan took place
today...
          instead of the usual beer
drank walking back with ms. pepsi
and ***? an apple... one apple, f'oh-tee pence...
i felt constipated,
     i once heard that apples are
good for gas, if not the *****...
    well, **** me, if people think that
reading is boring, or tedious,
and they want to get in on the action,
and protest...
                   i wish i could... i just can't...
be so... so: enthusiastic...
      just imagine finding
a brick wall entertaining...
   or a bee bothering the little flowers
for nectar,
    or a cat sleeping...
                      yep, imagine a drug
with the special effect of not enchancing
colours like l.s.d., but
  a drug that allows you to see
a nightmarish black & white world...
  if you find someone that
        has created a drug that makes
you see in black & white, let me know,
i'm interested...
  or imagine the elevation of frankenstein!
implanting cat's eyes into a human
being!
            that would be a great scientific
experiment...
    so no, i don't believe science
     is omnipotent as of yet,
  or that it can have this current zeitgest...
it's still a child,
   a child "about" to be born,
  while religion, a father "about" to die -
and of course -
               the mother sophia -
                    in reality a ***** of the state -
the horrors i heard about
the canadian legal system...
   anecdote:
   1. there's a worded agreement,
               she's on a contraceptive,
    because she wants to dismissis the middle
man, herr gummi...
2. an engagement ring
   3. she breaks it off
4. she calls the guy: i think i'm pregnant
5. he's a british citizen
  6. she's a russian citizen
7. she becomes schizophrenic
8. she ***** his school friend and lies
9. the school friend lies
          and the inquisitive one
    thinks he'll be taking a short-term effect
   l.s.d. herb of the amazon
10. he gets hurt
11. he sees an english psychiatrist
      and gets mis-diagnosed
12. he sees a polish neurologist who says:
13. anyone who thinks you're mentally
  ill, is mentally ill themselves.
now... probable
14. 30 years later, the scandal,
   she becomes a british citizen
  and sues according to some mutant version
of canadian law applied to british law...
but by
15. he has drank himself to an early grave,
while laughing - bungee!
     ich gebrochen gegen ein todesfee!
i bungeed into a banshee!
   (apologies if the german isn't correct.)