sometimes a movie comes along,
and it just has a blistering soundtrack,
matched with a simplistic element
that enthralls with its quirks,
and i've never seen jake gyllenhaal
in a toilet-paper script,
that said, the soundtrack?
   probably as good as the soundtrack
for blow...
    besides the point:
even though b movie by gil scott heron
is on there...
   did i tell you about gil penning
the ****** factory?
   ah, but when he talks, he talks,
when he writes, that's just second hand
oxfam material.
on that note, or rather: to untune a piano
and play a ***-note on every turn..
how do you tune a guitar,
with only 5 strings, hole in the back
you can peer through, and the most necessary
string (D) missing?
oh yeah, used to play,
then i did a nirvana echo of smashing
it on the garden patio...
        **** me, it felt good...
the acoustics of the area improved...
     anyway...
   you know how punk was beaten in
terms of 3-chord minimalism?
ha ha... i still can't believe that
mungo jerry's song in the summertime
beat this song...
    2 chords... 2! two chords!
  that was all that made this song...
now, if paul kossoff wasn't the genius
of rhythm minimalism,
then i don't know who was...
   well...
      there was the spirit guitarist
randy california (sounds like a pornostar
already) - but that song
when i touch you on the album
twelve dreams of dr. sardonicus?
   three chords? i can't remember,
but the songs that can be played by toddlers
are the songs you treat as dogma...
forget deep purple's smoke on the water,
**** it, i once held
an ibanez iceman in my hand once,
while you still had a ****** megastore
on oxford street, before megashithead
branson pulled the plug...
always wanted that guitar...
but i gave it up: why? after a while playing
a guitar on your own feels
much worse than jerking off -
lucky me, unlucky women -
still playing with a part of ken and
barbies...
   by now it probably feels as soft
as performing ****...
      so... yeah... what's the problem?
it has become so routine that i sometimes
forget to brush my teeth...
wipe my *** i do dully -
  but if i'm not in a close range to someone's
nasal duct: pea-sized smear
(rather than dollop) - can't remember
when i last had a dentist appointment...
anyway... but that's the truth!
paul kossoff went far beyond
punk minimalism of the 3 chord progression...
and it still, to this day, sounds:
so much better...
          i still don't understand
why in the summertime made it to no. 1
and free's alright now did;
bugs the **** out of me;
then again there's black sabbath's three note
rhythm on black sabbath -

D)               3
A)                            2
E)    1

i do remember using my pinky finger a lot,
yeah, i managed staircase
   and under the bridge -
  
but i settled for the piano, with letters and
punctuation marks on it.