it's not so much, a point of being
that demands a need for the other's
sight...
           rather:
     a "paradox" to mind:
   it's worth pretending to be unseen...
        a carpenter can: be,
    a roofer can be...
              the rest results
in a: taming of a game that provokes
a society to exist...
          see, with my neigbour buck,
who is raised by a single mother
who's father left him in nearing
a regression toward infancy?
               i "have" to "pretend"
to "be" invisible...
                 existentialism?
            something that's overtly-nuanced...
"air" quoting... pontius pilate
style of: passing on the "blame"...
   or just gagging for diacritical
markers...
                    having started drinking
mid-day... really has a
bewildering effect on having
to adjust to the rigour of: a day...
         thankfully there's the
intermediate of petting cats...
               it's almost worth being
reminded of: herbie hancock?
   no, no?
               wait, it'll come to me...
  burt ******* reynolds...
              MOP R U with that
September broom...
                     how many times i've had
to resort to be "deemed": unseen...
                   it's what horror movies
are made from...
             the giggling is great but
the giggling aside...
               said a sloth to a Dicken's novel...
oh ****, that made a hell load of sense:
he cursed and also made it
into a correct spelling category...
         must be a skiing type.
          i eat a ******* boiled egg
a radish, and some ultra-braun-brot
for breakfast, does that constitute
me being worth an abba biography?
you better be squeezing m'ah lemons
         if y'ah gonna ask that
                     ******* question.