/some call it the past-particible, id est: i-ran... the persian would never bow to a sand-******, camel-jockey, arab; such fascination with the immediacy of a schism... better still: i ran and ran and ran, and there was no running involved... the better stressor? e-ran; and the west "thinks" it's decadent... not so much the people who built via bangladeshi blood-shed and tear and sweat, that... flickering glass shard, in the middle of a dessert?! wow... hard to compete with such decadence! as any **** muslim will see: hard not to see the dajjal, of what is east of mecca, i.e. riyadh... i might be a drinker... but i eat responsibly... unlike that glutton ibn saud... that diabolical diabetic fatso'h. oh look who's knocking! cuckoo! cuckoo! because the cuckoo never leaves an artefact, signature, in the form of echo; skim-reading outside the cave./

why is it, than anything, besides
moby ****,
was worth mentioning
herman melville?
  or why the crow
is the only artefact, winged,
that suggest a hunchback?
clever pecking i might add.
no, i didn't read the ****
masterpiece,
         the brothers karamazov
stole one summer
    hanging *****
                in a torture
chamber of a plataeau, flat,
on my grandparent's balcony...
shame, considering
the english,
   so adamant in securing
a garden,
             but rarely visiting it,
as i collected the sugar mush of
the vine for the brew,
     rarely, seeing an englishman
enjoying his garden,
rarely, seeing an englishman
enjoying his garden...
         better equipped
with domino high-rise,
the englishman would be better-off
owning the simple space
allowance equated to a balcony.
i know why:
            per-chance he might
finally take to reviving a pleasure
from reading:
the englishman:
  oh, what a tired man he has
become;
         extracting
         the in vivo from america,
blaming it on integrated
  scots with blondi combovers...
       ever hear the joke
about how copper-wire was invented?
two scots, pulling a 2 pence coin
"apart".