ever pet a cat while melting an ice cube?
me neither, otherwise 2 minutes from
now i hadn't...
   now it seems more
encouraging to repeat
than repeatedly *******
a woman in something
called marriage; i really wish the freudian
ego be turned into a body part,
like the english heel, and the sorry
     of having trimmed it
by stepping on it,
be it reduced to the expected oops
on the tube,
                   and what's
otherwise  -
   ego "non cogitans" est ego sum;
good point, where the **** did ergo
go?
ah...
you can't claim and blame
thought at the same time...

sometimes you're just "gravitating"
in a spatially-temporal realm
of coordination,
  a busy street, a tube station
platform... it's not exactly
162 i.q. points to be deemed an
metaphor that's einstein...

     which is why so many athletes
having nothing much to say,
give that there's nothing to be said
in the first place...
   there's no narrative!
  there's no explanation!
            it, just, is!
              why argue with a tiger
why it doesn't roar like
a lion?!
      may i ask?
you want a ******* essay concerning
camus from a 100m sprinter?
well.. good... luck!

thinking is spare,
  as most family males like to state:
thinking is just jerking off...
well done... paddy boy...
    **** some more of them in
your mongrel blender,
see what other genetic defects we get;
what? you ****** with my guitar...
i get to retaliate too, don't you think?

no?
   how's your ***** daughter looking
these days, with her maroccan boyfriend?
am i to cite... rome?
venice?
      edinburgh?
                 geneva?
             belgrad?
                        munich?
              ******! i want you to give back
my c. f. martin & co. acoustic guitar,
worth over 6 hundred quid!
last time i heard, from the daughter
i ******,
you're not exactly an idealist,
but a hackney house owning millionaire...
i love when people lie...
   it's the only time i get to rephrase
calling midgets giants, and liars?
     midgets / nuggets / posit for a rephrased
framework of all quintessential noun
   not yet evolved outside
the original phlegm of a hark and
  insinuated shame of being minded
as worth, the affair of using thought
to conjure it, without either top hat or rabbit.

p.s.
i actually don't know what i was
intending to write,
too much memory
   and a pinch of latin disorientated me...
as did the cat i just petted
with an ice-cube, sleeping in my bed.