being considered overtly feminine
as employing the gesticulations
of a poetic farce:
to name but a few:
had i the intact pytharogean,
church approved: inferno,
purgatory and paradiso intact in me,
i'd think: no problem!
hakuna matata... ***** please...
but now, come to think of it:
sharpest bullet aims at a knife...
and i really don't know what
the **** that means:
all i know is that beckett's
watt is the best example of irish
linguistic ingenuity,
overcoming the english...
rather than the stalemate beginning
with ulysses...
and that i like:
playing for the minor role...
have enough acid quotients
riddling my liver that i somehow
began to love,
brushing up an existence on m'ah
bones...
in terms of consciousness...
memory bank eroded by
a lack of phonetic adhering
sentimentality...
sure: it might look ugly...
but i can't help and subsequently see
people attempting a
shortened-scriptum...
as in 2 toward to warden,
and too: why ~ i,
spoke one way: fed another;
so, clearly a ****-show,
a coulrophobia circus...
what the gentiles like
to be enjoyed by their children,
pure gymnastic,
and remember: no animals!
the new "manly" man?
never knew why they
furnished their vocabulary
in a misnomer of: trans woman...
giving the origin deficit is that, of a man...
being ascribed a trans- prefix
doesn't exactly dissolute the origin,
of, being a man...
to correct the usage of nouns
is going to take a miracle:
unless the prefix acriptive: trans-
is demeaning: then why use it?
you glue a ***** to a woman
and sure: i'm inclined to call her a trans-woman...
because the basic involuntary
bias of origin is left intact!
have your brain in a smoothie
blender some other day...
but if this **** is sold and bought,
glistening on pristine paper that doesn't
imitate ink-bleed on fingers...
no!
nein!
some new rich-list
fetish incubated by the Vatican not keeping
check of the nag hammadi library?!
a priori become:
haywire, full communist anarchist...
i can't stomach a reality of
incompetent erasure...
bad time to be taking lysergic acid,
given that: supposed sanity
is tripping and slipping...
into a precursor state of
the french revolution...
now...
when you find an authority lost in
regaining prestige?
lucky monkey got to read...
and what he read:
wasn't in favour of those
who couldn't...
ah: so that's what you call it,
this cognitive puzzleword much affected
by bugging memory?
sly reading / stomach reading "evidently"
becomes ventriloquism...
come to think of it:
any algorithm, notably google,
has become an alternative dictionary...
so either we call "it": a woman,
or we loose the trans- affix,
in calling "it" a man...
point take: a transitional-man is a paradox...
hence my chance ti rewrite it
via:
so either we call paradox: a woman,
or we loose the trans- affix
in calling paradox a man...
can't have trans- and "woman" at
the same time...
trans man i can understand:
and that's a sane statement...
but trans + a presupposition of (a) female?!
doesn't ******* work!