god, and what
    a miserable afternoon...
but then...
   something akin to
listening to skálmönd's
                    kvaðning
while reading
   roger lewis'
        review of nathan h
lents' human errors book...
     and spotting
my mother didn't see
   a banana until after
she was married...
      came the laugh...
           school-boy giggle...
    it's like sunshine
and rain,
   get a ******* rainbow
while you're at it...
      no no...
i was thinking about
something comparable
to the ****...
   oysters,
    daffodils...
   didn't see any flowers
till i danced
with a ***** ballerina
into the sack-and-bay...
     but the spontaneity
of the giggle...
    considering
how the floral
comparison to
         female genitelia is...
   aren't flowers
       hermaphrodites?
**** me:
you can at least pretend
to save the fruit
from the ills of
         being curved...
pickled cucumbers,
    dwarves... gherkins...
i'm bemoaning
the fact that the slavs
    don't exactly have
their alphabet...
        nothing equivalent
to runes...
    it's like:
who gives a **** about
350,000 million
years, a big bang
    dinosaurs,
bad *** meteor:
   if i have this hangover
blank in phonetic encoding?
     it's almost like
pretending to miss
a blink
    that "supposedly"
extends into keeping
an arithmetic of an hour...
worth a giggle,
   mind you...
         and little else worthy
of noting.