a common slavic sayings goes along the following lines of sarcasm: wow! you actually discovered america in a can of sardines! phew... locked out without geniuses like you, we'd be stuck in caves, wondering about unthinking campfires!

i'm sure as **** concerning this one...
chemists have evaluated money
as the philosopher's stone -
well, i have, anyway -
nietzsche's ambition to find the source
of the trans-valuation of values...
well...
that's just a penny stuck to
the pavement,
or why: i wouldn't pay 18 mils
for a Bosch painting...
everything that the concept of money
touches becomes economised,
devalued - lost, auctioned -
money is not that complex top begin with -
it's only complexity arises in
the extremes, whereby it's either
priceless, or worth jack-****,
a untangled "metaphor"
(no pun intended) of merely
calling a *****, a ******* space,
no *******, just the ****.
                              master that one,
****** fitzpatrick!
    ******, starts ogling me like a fish
suffocating with its eyes nearing
to popping out while i'm dipping into
a soup! toss off b.b.q.
we're short of frying your
auntie, ******!
            but honestly,
do we really live in such tragic times that
there are more comedians than there
are poets?!
        seems so, more poets than
tail whiffs of a cow imitating salon
couture -
              of: getting a breather...
fickle ****** me *** crack and let me
produce a squeeze of a Fabergé egg -
call me an Austrian empress while you're
at it, contemplating chicken cesarean,
i'm in no position to count the number
of abortions i've had three waves...
poached, fried, soft boiled...
  hard boiled at easter...
            my stance on abortion?
does it really matter if its tasty, yoke
goo?
            but there was to be a counter
to the chemical endeavour,
a "philosopher's stone", "mishap" -
perpetuated motion...
             we already know that
money was the stone -
upon touching this ****** entity
a grain of wheat became worth more than
a grain of sand...
                        ever minding the difference
between a brick from a loaf of bread...
trans-valuation of values my ***...
one word summary: money!
          why have people become so
mystified by entertaining the idea of money,
ah. right, sooner to spend
than loitering on the kept -
        d'uh...
but physicists are after something
quiet different...
   they're after a self-propelling
perpetuating force of motion...
   not solar, non-renewable, non-zephyr...
      and certainly not
an anti-thesis of a combustion engine...
                physicists are looking
for the philosopher's gust -
                    fan boy over 'ere thinks
they'll be as un-successful as the chemists
in finding the stone, that's actually
a meta- if not a trans-thing,
   meaning it out to be prefixed, but at
the same time made dubious -
since a meta-thing is actually a meta-"thing;
likewise for the trans- example.
           money is not exactly mystical if
you you erase the examples of
polarised representations of poverty,
and, endowment...
                  just a piece of iron with
a face on it...
              but it is the philosopher's stone
alchemists were looking for all along -
that trans-valuation of worth -
whatever a coin touches becomes either
more, or less, valuable...
                 it's worth spending £110 in
a brothel for an honest body...
             at least the single hour is an honesty
trip...
               and there's not a single
thought of "slavery" -
notably with paying the extra tenner
that allows you to perform oral ***...
       which gives them a flurry of giggles...
  its perfectly rationed...
  minus the dating drama *******...
               and if you're in there to
actually give rather than receive pleasure,
primarily... what can be more ironic than
paying someone to get pleasured?
            i still think we live in
a physics dominated society...
             and it's not a stone we're looking for...
it's perpetual motion that is not
compressed into a meaning of
acceleration or deceleration -
               if the philosopher's stone is
money... i wonder what the philosopher's
gust is...
            it can be oversimplified with
meagre demand for thought...
                    but then the moral ought
steals the theta that arrives an constructing
this compound...
                   plus, it's nice to mention
a ******* or two, as the loves of my life,
even if they were,
the loves of my life, for an hour...
       at least it was an honest hour,
and not a dishonest month.
  i fail to understand why prostitution
is not celebrated, and is courted these days
with an air of stigma...
                  it's quiet beyond my
comprehension, given that there are
so many current proselytized prostitutes -
  numbering with highest in
techno-freaky ******* central
             internet booths...
           i'm probably one of the last guys
who managed to buy a **** mag over
the counter, when it wasn't free,
and you had to stand face to face with someone
implying: that's me on the throne
of thrones doing a tear-jerking...
               maybe these little boys
would be less audacious with their
**** intake, had they actually bought some
over the counter in a newsagent...
very much akin to the napster "hipsters".