two moths on my bedroom
celining...
and a bogus:
         grab them by the *****
using boxing gloves
   mosquito
                                scenario?
plenty of
entertainment...
                see...
    can't get past gang ****
   and going to a *******
not treating her like both
a psychiatrist and a priest...
somehow
      taking a loss of exposed
lips... juggling peaches...
      in her...
   eating you up giving
                                       a kiss;
i can demand
stomaching horror....
        but this little artefact
equivalent to a scarab beetle?
   prostitution is akin to
******, isn't it?
                 sure...
and i'm the "sly"-****-wit
   within the confines of the whole
affair...
       kissing is like:
de-objectifying the "pupose"
of body...
     gave one, no one more
"necessary" tarantula arithmetic
to counting fiddly bits
         in the format of limbs...
almost mantis *******...
leaves me
    stung and
                   sort of "bored"
in the fathomability of an inabilty
to write a little,
   or write a lot...
                 limp **** 'ad it sorted...
        says the odd: jive mcsmith...
no...
            just liked the odd kissing
sensation that genital plucking
         stole to make an industry...
frenzy-**** and a bucket
of maggots: to designate
        imagining the whole affair...
not violent and certainly
not pretty...
   just the bachelor /
     plumbing standard:
                                botched affair...
but gang ****
and cuddling my affair
with kissing one?
               shy one brick richard...
i truly can't cement
that **** into
                a toppling of
a chess idea...
                   limit:
   the king is precious...
         but the queen is the most
powerful piece...
              so why do both
require to don a crown?
   sure: whoop-see logic...
      hot-air-balloon okays
                   many years later...
the ******* question
equivalent to:
  why are birthrates
equivalent to a tsunami...
categorising humanity
with disco: earth wind and fire,
and water...
                 and:
       the identifier of the four
made: pristine
insect-like
           with a subjectivity?
unfathomable:
  to take to making
a hammer a subject...
to allow an:
                               objective cool;
   with an: under-which,
     there isn't exactly a: that;
bumb-note,
  fizzles out after enough
digressions and
          indigestions...
         like a yawning
tiger: centre-clue to
           not subjecting oneself
to a fireplace...
      rather,
objectifying "with-concern"
for... the "prometheus"
     who stole the lightning-bolt
without Zeus minding...
        no one ******* minded...
     a t.v. -
    hand saviour the lost
concern for the mythology
and temporal "grievance"
   of ushering in a lightbulb...
father must have been
asleep, allowed
for the crucifixion to happen...
happily forgotten
  michael faraday...
          and whatever news...
   as in that: rhombus of
attention-deficit-square of:

                              n


    w                     ­                             e


                                ­ s

****** graphic:
   lucky there's a vowel in the whole
anti-slavic: "too many" consonants
                          dip into spresch...
oh don't worry,
akin to fiddly-bits,
akin to chop-sticks
     and pretending "adult" humour...
something a billion peeps
might digest...
     if there, were... a billion
                  bored mouths to, invest in..

given there's only one...
    pray and pillage
                         "vulnerability"...
     blah blah
               and:
           i'll be tired of revelling
in making a point
about identifying with a tomorrow,
to suit
        a soon to be
     nostalgia goon of:
                  "authority" with
                 a status quo impetus.