and of course,
    this would be the most,
  "spectacular" event....

     not having your music
taste challenged,
a bit like forgiving doing
****...

            among the bulgar
women selling ***:
        sure, **** me off and
then steal my debit card...
i too thought about being
short-changed...

                   wear a hat just
because it's cold,
   to later call it a:
     lumberjack-****** movement;
****, any excuse for chequers...
point at a blanket,
                 then spot a blank...

king's up!

            because they never tell you
about lizzy the said-und,
or rather second,
          and jean-paul zee zwei...
that's pushing it?
   i mean, regina emeritus!
you could conceive that
affair, but the woman just
keeps going...

  like trentemøller's
relentless take on
     joe satriani

******, buy a drum-kit!

   otherwise known as 0,
i.e. doughnut omicron squeeze,
    or the siamese Œ...
               two eyes,
   two tongues...
            Fe point,
              unless it isn't
but it is: iron,
           graphemes already existed
outside of latin,
i.e. greek θ & Φ:
     omicron... iota inserted, door, key,
keyhole, insert, twist, open...

   but...

keep the clapping to a rhythm...
because
   if i never had the audacity
for a drum-kit,
it would be a woollen hat
and a bass guitar....
      'cos that **** matters...

   layers, "rainbow" flags
with "clear" distinction,
   and actual rainbows with blurry merging
points: expatriates signed:
    made in china exports...

****, spell that woody or allen
and woolly years later,
   it's called a bulging *****
and a hedgehog on your head;
later translated as
stumble on the ether regions
of:
          not punching your cheeks...

pinch, punch, first of any
month other than april,
                a crab doing the wonky
translation of: for-ward.

                    ****, now it's sides?!
what is this,
          a boxing match of two blind men
guessing what's to punch?
whoever left the elephant
                 was a proper comic...
(i too had the impression of L,
i.e. slides)...

it's a bit like rewriting braille,
or, schooling a child later translated
as dicta: russian child gymnast,
the romanian orphans can wait...
            russian she gymnast though...
we haven't produced that,
we have ****...
                 apart from the Asterix
cartoons and the sewage architecture...

war paint, or a clown?

               i don't know,
the question just asked itself,
no one was looking, no one was asking,
but hey,
          
         when not in siberia,
shh... don't tell them it's serbia...
      southern slavs really have
a "problem"...
    the "problem"?
              and i too was a janissary
in past life,
   last time i checked i woke
in a dream and checked for orka meat,
stalking the faroe islands...
      great postcard...

sometimes music has the best replica
of boiling water...
  ****'s just brimming;
        
        not vivid dreaming though,
applying the general anaesthetic to
a child?
         i.e. there's an excuse for having
a brain?!
                 i still think: lizzy...
or regina emeritus...
     so what similar between lizzy
and jean-paul zee drei?
                   ******* never knew
when to give up?
             charlie! oi!
                 head on a toothpick,
crown that as:
            and i too wished
for an eclectic art collection...
             shame i only received
a shadow, a hand, a door,
               and something some people
would rather call a mask,
   which i had to conceive as,
a face.        
    
            but then again,
   someone had to write something bad
in order for something even more terrible
to not happen;
     like a tiger turned into
                     a bonsai, yawning;

a pigeon's pecking ordeal considering
the human concept of a queue.