it really requires something uncomfortable
to allow yourself to be: once again at
ease with one...
                  i knew it was going to be cold -
having sampled the morning air -
yet i persisted to hesitate whether just
a t-**** and hoodie would suffice...
                 walking up faircross avenue
i was making ****-jokes with regards how
my ego: is hardly the sigma of me -
            σ first it knows something -
                 to which ς replies: like hell you do...
the part of me that's "i" has been lost
for some time - the cyborg on the matter...
but then had to concede a point to σ first
claim... sure, bitter cold -
                      lobster pinching cold -
                      but beyond faircross avenue
and onto B1459 (chase cross road):
   a gush of warmth...
                         i figured: ah... the road that
had more traffic pass through it during the day
would be warmer at night:
    with the still moving traffic -
                all the gases from the combustion
engines - they seemed to remain clinging
   in a little greenhouse effect...
                  two roads adjacent and one had
the temperature of a polar bear's *******
   while the other had me thinking about
growing tomatoes...
                           so what was it going to be?
beer on the way back?
                 of course it was...
             only recently i've tampered with
anything but German / Belgian / Polish beer...
Italians of all people with their Peroni:
who would have thought...
            so i had the beer while trying not
to smoke a cigarette...
                      i finished the beer
    and then lit a cigarette...
                      the question imposed itself on me:
does a cigarette / beer taste better when
consumed simultaneously - or beer first
with a cigarette afterwards... ?
                     the latter...
                          but then that's unsurprising
given that a cigarette tastes the best
after a hefty meal...
                     i don't have what people say:
that's a very potent reality of exposing
the palette to hidden flavours...
    notably? who would have that after
the Peroni beer, and after having smoked
the cigarette: i'd be burping up an aftertaste
of hazelnuts!