jealousy know only one motto -
that one motivation is:
as came the mortal,
so too, departs the dead.
i find it utterly bewildering
to mind either the mortal fact,
or the eventuality of death...
it's hard claiming to be a mathematician
with these two certainties,
whether translated into infinity,
or to translate gravity of (0, 0, 0)
scrub worth of abstract...
   into what is otherwise in chemical
terms Fe+,
  talking to a carpenter:
             reply? oh, you mean glue?
thrice as wise to be able to
silence the earth for a second,
  than move it for two thousand years,
that monotony of the cross,
   with a shadow that embraces
   both aushwitz,
  both the sickle and hammer...
   and the scythe moon & star...
i don't feel jealous over the story,
the biopic yet to be made...
   some men simply craft an aura
that disturbs women...
as i once said:
   you can't be a good artist,
and a model father...
       it's not going to work.
oddly enough? i can be competent
with a female "apprehension"
to my stated fact of sum,
no matter the subtitle cogito has
to offer...
    i'm past the burned-toast analogy
to give two shakes
   of a *****-martini,
in a palace of plush, odoured by
the scent of fashionable *** aurora.
i can't forbid fear,
it simply comes naturally...
   i can't forbid fear its natural
presence...
      but why am i blamed for
a potential in the already stated book
of juicy preferences...
  why this collective minority report,
this cancerous predestination
presumption?
        very ******* western,
very ******* protestant,
             predestination:
   goes to show that the motto of
the secular "socially adhesives"
systems of court, with their:
  innocent, unless proven guilty,
are but albino words
   with protestant theology of
predestination stating the opposite:
guilty, and alway guilty,
   whether concluded with,
     or without a gavel full-stop...
or as i like to state: de facto rule
of a blind minority...
      western society has already become
an echo chamber...
   you can sometimes sport (rather than spot)
the fetishist commentators
who can't quite understand that
it's already, one, big, excessively
lombast, self-infuriating & thereby
masochistic: echo chamber.

p.s. ref. to the word in bold:
    i prefer the o,
   rather than the a,
   you do know that vowels in english
   are mandible, easily interchangeable?
   i thought they might,
   what with the retardation of
   "correct" pronoun use.