i came into this world,
where a game of chess
was already underway...
     stoppage,
and a world in cascade...
as death breathes,
a 2nd tier is moulded...
insomnia and dementia...
because you'd think,
given the numbers,
than no nook an cranny
is never without
a filling...
           as mothers
watch their infant sons,
become fathers,
butchers,  soldiers,
slaughterhouse executives...
and for a brief moment...
Swedish mid-20th century
cinematic existentialism...
for some reason...
everything LOSER orientated
become slo-mo...
            and the subsequent
cascade of a teen pregnancy...
to... "man up"...
      hence the riddle...
why didn't Napoleon shoot
anyone, as the Pilate maxim
goes...  delota manus....
             because no one gave
him a pistol...
hardly a sharpshooter from
the hobbit, aiming with a wine bottle
prior to a glug
or a suffocating kosher goat...
odd...
    Isabelle from Grenoble...
she really minded Napoleon...
but turned the blind eye
to Plato... and Marquis de Sade...
apparently the Duchy of Warsaw
is a bit like the current Israel....
an olive republic, +acronym u.z.i.,
minus the bananas...
             tragic,  absolutely tragic...
hardly minding the skeleton
in a cloßet dancing with maraccas
and a xylophone rib-cage...
      something a tad short of
intro: mi nombre... Alé... han... drrrr'oh.