unlike that avril lavigne song... mine's all about a drummer girl... and when i think of: oh, what's his name? the poet who cried himself to sleep after watching Liszt play and sway the female audience? matthew something... well, whatever his surname is... when it comes to admiring Liszt... i just slouch back into thinking about Liberace... great pianist: but an even greater con-artist: milked those ******* till the sun started dancing a sunset on the horizon.
        
            nicknames...
namely?
   i already ascribed
a pronoun for "it",
when i'm happy
she's *ms. amber,
   when i stunned
she's ("it" is still
    a her) amnesia:
odd how the world
went to the crapper,
as if the whole
of humanity
  sat on the throne
of thrones and
dumped all of this
into my head...
because i'd really
appreciate
   the position of
a- priori:
   yes, that's the:
without a prior to
explanation of things...
    can you even imagine
Marxism having
        began from Kant,
    rather than Hegel?
don't know -
   couldn't care less...
    and man uttered
as many maxims as
was eventually worth
merely an epitaph.