is there a point, writing? not really? i was expected
to be an engineer... she was the housewife poet...
thanks! well... you can have your empty hall of "fame"...
what now? i am the failure,
he the saviour, society demands
bicycles constructed  by a one handed man...
i'd deep fry my own mother... you hear?
i'll **** your mother, dead, in hell...
while cutting my own mother's tongue out...
women, money, that's all they care about!
******* leeches! get them away from me!
suckling in an inversion of the baby...
these "things" compensating
for giving birth... as women do,
well enough... to compensate the
parasitism of foetuses...
abortion criticism: p'hah! prolong that p...
keep your church... ontology is versus biology...
counter-intuitive, i am sure...
by man, a woman is born,
by woman, a man is dead,
am i to be thankful? really?!
    really?! thankful?! i have to aspire
to this diabolical union of opposites?
       what am i, a ******* sadist?!
it's enough that i'm alive,
and having to revise birth with suicide,
that i am to suddenly to give a ****
about an ageing mother?!
thank **** that i've written enough
to contend with only a few
cult-like readers...
      i'd hate my work to encourage
comic book accessibility...
      i didn't write for the purpose
of volume, rather? a sieve...
             a well fed pole is lazy,
an underfed pole is angry:
right now? i'm angry, but there is
absolutely no excuse to pacify genuine
anger...
     to keep on pacifying anger you keep
intensifying it...
    just keep pacifying & inhibiting anger...
you won't get any more jazz...
   i'll feed you twice the auschwitz!
and now you'll pacify this drunk exasperation...
whatever: dodo the rest;
white women have become like
iron maiden furniture: a tad bit uncomfortable
to live with, let alone sit on...
   so i'm really supposed to be thankful to england?
for sheltering would-be murderers?!
am i? jews, russians & arabs the entire lot
of "worthy" citizens?! really?
my my... applause! applause you *******!!!
i'll start nibbling on my toenails if you
ask politely...
             they say power: i say bribe -
or? passing off & on responsibility -
              nothing interesting,
just another pitiable affair of a venetian carnival
hard-on...
       but in the days, when a mother
overshadows her son, by respecting her son's
would be killer, and sees her son as only:
80 years old, providing enough money for a carer...
well...
             sorry mum... ask and plead elsewhere...
you have that russian empire banknote
you stole from a jew...
      should i be afraid? then again,
that woman's family, mostly her grandchildren
didn't care to see her, as much as i did,
hence i received the gift, and her grandchildren
received jack-****...
      flip a join, flip a join, see whether
there's any purpose to the staged gamble...
england... a tough idea to reinvent the necessity
and the desire, let alone purpose or chance,
of what happened with the beatles, the rolling stones,
led zeppelin & black sabbath...
**** me: history doesn't replicate itself that fast,
and esp. in the same place...
       you know the anglophone world is trying
too hard... you know it... because nothing
of worth is materialising...
         write enough to construct a labyrinth...
and when writing enough,
   by volume, rather than context: you get
the chances to hide the essential components
of revelation...
   write to construct a labyrinth...
           oddly enough? a form of the uttermost
mode of escapism...
                      write as little as you care to
attain in summary of:
glass people - in glass houses...
very much a mob throw of the dice...
    that it becomes...
             quality is irrelevant,
                       quality is in perpetual fluctuation...
it's never a plateau foundationalism...
    or? never settled by a foundation
       of a plateau...
        rhyme otherwise - juggle grammatical
terms of the same word, within the dynamic of two,
and you have a "rhyme"...
       i am not here to make language easy,
or, to be honest: instructive...
       why make language instructive,
when we are here to make language obstructive,
ingenious, originary?
     bedtime stories are stories my "friend"...
who are you to fool by only writing
instructive language, despotic language,
language of ikea manuals for putting up
a set of shelves, or despotic enough in writing
finicky qualms of "law" revisionism?