don't worry, american urbanity is most popular in the european hinterland of the countryside... european cosmopolitanism is a separate breed of "nationalism" that hasn't, quiet, arrived in america... but let me assure you, american urbanity is assured in educating the english peasant... but i'm afraid that english cosmopolitanism isn't quiet translated into crafting a new york... sorry.

it's one of three things,
  making **** noises via my mouth,
listening to *stone temple pilots'
song art school girlfriend,
there's a real point worth making....
but the ***** is never around,
hopefully settled down..
so i fiddle with my bearad
pretending it's skin...
                       then i tune into
masquerades...
                            i find that
people leave me claustrophobic....
                it's this Alabama glue..
**** it, scripture of a picture willl
be proof...
                      i really had a handiman
fix my windows today,
and he really did leave his
drills-heads on my bed.
metropolitan gay-***** worth
syringe snigger and the availability
of lampooning
        rubbing it tight against the
wishy-washy,
      when gay was fun...
risqué!
                      contraband,
the sort of exfoliation of the unusual...
now?
          mundane with only
the prospects of marriage...
even the gays abhor the normalisation
of gaydom...
                       it's too frivolous...
          past the gentlemanly sincerity of
up-keeping tact.
                 if only the affairs of men
remained among men, exclusively,
i would have actually been tempted
to endorse and engage with...
        but i find myself disengaged in
such matters, as they are no longer taboo..
why profane oneself when there's no
thrill of transgression?
                             might as well call it
swallowing an oyster and calling it
chicken roulade...
              but that's just me sniffing up
a **** worthwhile of donning silk,
and photographing some screws.