so much of sudoku is focused around an optical
illusion,
   it's sometimes becomes so obvious as to how
it was originally conjured -
  and most of the time, the "logic" behind it is
like mining,
        or having a blind-spot -
or the ontology of electrons:
  different when unobserved, and once more
different when observed,
     but as ever: the most pleasurable 5 / 10
minutes of the day...
                    given that there is but one solution...
but i still can't get over the fact that i can
conjure as many words as i do:
and still be a complete ******* at crosswords...
perhaps the crosswords i solve are already
in my head, and the fact that i hate
basis of crossword clues focusing on thesaurus
usage...
  or how crossword "clues" are cryptic
dictionary definitions...
     or maybe it's as simple as: i see blue -
i call it blue... i don't meddle with azure or
sapphire.
   the title? how do i continue to not feel
being unnerved hearing of these internet success
stories via vlogging?
  i tend to forage in the digital amazon to find
something as obscure as what i spew...
and you'd be right to call this german artist
making "******" techno music,
but that depends on the context...
         there are two tier of music -
the ones you enjoy & relax to & the same type
that allows you to be absent-minded with,
but there's also the type of music that's
a focus-tool...
        it has to almost represent a drone of a wasp
hive drill, it has to be crude, highly repetitive,
and it will always, for some strange reason,
always keep you honing on a target...
   so, what the difference between a cis bull
and a gay bull? the gay one charged at pink.
perfect example being the german artist
wumpscut...
             it's the sort of music they'd play in
auschwitz if the chimney smoke signals could
be seen again... and if schubert wasn't around,
or brahms, or mahler for that matter...
such serene music as the backdrop to such
horrors... oh, and of course that observation -
how the english love to craft surds out of letters,
silence certain particular examples,
  for example: the latter - ma(h)ler -
but of course that requires rejecting the clear
syllable intake, and the tetragrammaton,
with a little something to ***** the word up...
        diacritical indicators of the "missing" letter...
     i.e. māler...
              hey, it rains from above,
   i've never seen the babylonian rain coming from
the puddles and the rivers and the seas
doing the laid on the ground clouds of rain;
but some music is just like that,
i can admit that in the 20th century classical music
was what the 21st century has provided -
the music you work under, industrial, techno,
call it cheap, call it whatever you want,
but i bet you can't remember the last time
you heard a crow croak, a magpie cackle,
or an owl coo at night, right?
       notably? wumpscut's -
     madman szpital (skon remix) -
  and yes, the title refers to the phrase in the song,
for a german artist to use a slavic
     tongue, my, what an oyster...
           nie przyjęty do szpitala?
   it just means: not admitted to the hospital,
obviously the hospital in question refers to
a psychiatric one;
and yes, it's not a music i particularly enjoy,
but it adds the dynamics of a horse
being attired in shutters -
    the horse that just sees straight and not
to either side, and just gallops,
  until he either reaches the finish line,
      or collapses, exhausted prior to finishing
a race...
         and you will find the most focus
when writing / to write, in the music genre you
most dislike...
          and no, pop is not some shameful
little secret as if it might be a castrato take on
s & m and latex being involved in your *** life...
not in writing, that is.