i get the monkey from the argument, but she gets the mantis and the black widow spider; darwinism ought to be as fashionable these days, at a leopard print dress, or a leotard, or pikachu pyjamas; i'm tired of **** similis arguments and the pseudo-darwinistic retardation of history, true or not, there has always been a huge geological overlooking of history in terms of darwinism (the saharan mountain range)... i can't allow the monkey and the mantis in the same melting ***, only yesterday i ate a spider, and realised: these legs are inedible... they have the texture of ***** (******) hair... i have absolutely no idea what fluids i ingested last night, but i did, and i feel like i was close to stating: pol *** was this close | |, to staging an authentic bingo game, and a legit charity raffle... then again, that just might be the spider fluids talking, and the fact that i spat out the spider's legs.*

oh, right, the new normal
is the "new" television?
          i've been wondering
lately, why the internet isn't
all: let's bypass the powers
of publishing at bay,
     and more:
   claustrophobia centrist -
boa mothering,
   i.e. constipated, non-dialectical,
necessarily rude and
implosive comments section
akin to a film's end credits.