it's a brain haemorrhage:
    it's not a *******
cauliflower!
    - and at the age of 21: prior
to the complete development of
   the prefrontal cortex?
most people i've met don't
believe - and why should
they?
          funny enough -
only Poland allowed me to have
an MRI scan...
  and the neurophysician
i went to looked stunned that
i was still standing straight
and was coherent in speech -
so i asked: am i mentally ill?
so he says: anyone who says
you're mentally ill: is mentally
ill...
           funny, that...
  having "interviewed" 4 english
psychiatrists... it must be so...
revelation 13:3 -
one of the heads of the beast
seemed to have had a fatal wound,
but the fatal wound had been healed.
the whole world was filled with
wonder and followed the beast.
- because i'm way past
deluded - i've just woken up from
a sleeping session that lasted...
oh, let me put that into
an arithmetic perspective:
    went to bed at 4am today,
woke up 9pm today...
  my... isn't the moon a luminous
object... notably:
   sitting in a kitchen radiant
with it, drinking a glass of milk,
looking at a cat...
back in Paul-Land...
         there is a circulating myth of:
a boy who was born without
a brain...
               the news spread as
far as Poznań (Poßen) -
from the "hinterlands" of
                                          Kielce -
but you know... fair enough for
a psychologist trying to find a motivational
narrative in me, or a soul...
what i've experienced has only
motivated me to peer into all of this...
this...
              like a blind-man -
a brain-death crafts an optical
clarification - adjective abundance -
       exfoliation...
       the only part of me that's still
reasonable is: having a pair of eyes...
    or the running joke at
Edinburgh university -
don't slit your wrists...
       glide the blade along the veins
of your entire arm...
               and one poor girl
did...
            my...
                          i visited her -
smoked a joint with her -
  watched her play computer games -
remembered how she was
abducted as a child and became
a *** slave...
       because her mama and papa were
russian oligarchs from Novosibirsk...
   the point where i lose the plot
is stuck between:
    Latex Lucy and me not bothered
about wearing a ****** -
  or her lying about contraceptive pills -
and me being... "gratified"
with regards to impregnating her -
   and me telling her:
   the only prospect is me doing
industrial roofing in London and...
we need to collaborate -
  live with my parents for a while...
   after that?
   bazooka that blurr...
  because?
  it's a brain haemorrhage:
    it's not a *******
cauliflower!
                  am i miserable because
of this?
          no... i have a wasp for
a sense of humour...
   just last year they started to build
a nest in my shed...
    luckily the nest was only
the size of a pear...
              and believe me when i say
that i live in a house: riddled with spiders;
an ancient proverb says that
  it ought to be a happy abode,
a house with spiders that is...
but you know, **** it,
      at least i can lay claim to
that quote from the book of revelation...
all a while: Asia yawns -
   spot the chopstick in a noodle heap.