i'm seriously considering
the picts,
   to be best equipped
with the capacity to think,
of all people inhabiting these
isles...
        picts?
                 the st. andrews!
        well, what is: think?
         that has to be a moral
question,
                       but then again,
it never is,
       or rather:
             thinking has become
a medium of luxury...
        or at least:
               to be at ease with
this noumenon...
                  which means:
      not that if i really wanted to,
but not that i really will,
in a sense:
     not if, not that,
                     or that if:
                more a case of:
       give me a minute...
            i appreciate it to be
an archaic noun,
               but hell...
             i prefer to call them
in latin terms
               than in english
terms, equivalent to: scoot...
or the scooter boys...
         who never rode a
scooter up
       the Brighton brothel,
or the Blackpool tower...
     and the next time i put
my dingy into that pouch
and not call it ****,
without paying for
a ridiculously obvious hour
of my time spent
doing better things than
      lifting weights in a gym,
       my hand can turn
into an ****,
         my ***** name will
be Sally...
                 and then i'll
pluck feathers from a canary
singing you a lullaby...
      sure as hell
sadism is entwined
with imagination...
              while masochism
is a form of claustrophobia...
because you ever
see a behaviour of chickens
when one is
            caught,
and decapitated with an
axe on a stump of wood?
   ******* just drink
the dead one's blood...
         and i have considered
the existence of belial
         as the provider of
           the melancholy virus...
   i.e. a frog, a cat and a spider
trident combination...
      or what they don't
tell you about the english psychiatric
movement of: "treatment"...
   the medical practice
phenomenon of regression,
or rather: crafting
false memory implants...
           accusatory huh and sighs...
       wait a minute...
                     there really is
a concept of "reality"?!
                       no sub contra ob
dichotomy,
       suddenly everything becomes
synch?
               ****,
if the americans start juggling
acronyms,
           i have to resort to curbing
words
    demanding prefix, suffix, affix
ciphers.