luckily i didn't actually loose my virginity
to a *******,
   i was cocky enough, at that particular
moment in my life,
     to out-compete against an american
exchange student at Edinburgh,
           over: the most pristine frankish
beauty, by the name of Isabella:
  a 3rd year psychology major
                                             from Grenoble:
obvious the whole shabang was
                                                   awkward...
thankfully in her drunken haze
     she implored me to put on a ******...
evidently i did...
            so...
              the current state of affairs?
         given i'm writing from a 2004
perspective?
                     weird as **** or no **** at all...
although i have to admit:
    the clarity of a transation,
                    shoves all genital politics
aside...
                      think like a chancellor,
                                 **** like a hybrid...
no, i'm not into the anglophone
fetish of second tier hide & seek of:
                                pardoning my french...
        there, a rare chance to
          avoid indicating the existentialists'
take on: nuance.
              huh?      yeah: the inverted commas
artefact...
              listen, i already have too much
on my hands figuring out certain
                           apostrophe anomalies;
already stated: the lost S in
                          plural possessiveness.