just a title...
   and...
      daft punk's end of (the) line
song...

         listening on some of the
tech. savvy intellectuals...

   i find myself starting to
      mimic a 2nd "nth" entity...

namely myself...
bypassing the soft tissue,
and gaining root
to excavate... bones.

the imagining of electric
conductivity of the body,
bypassing tendons...

      oyster-implant!

             how does a thing
so tender...
   be allowed to occupy
such a hard exemple of,
what could only
be considered a nest?

               zeno?!
ah ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!
fast runner achilles
could never solve
the question
                    of a larynx,
                  "parody" of the insect
with an oyster lodged
into an exoskeleton...

                   the sense of bones...
bypasses death,
  with what's left, marginally intact...
or a endoskeletal sturcture
  making the dive, or gulp,
into fathoming the oyster parody
(with a touch of lemon juice,
and a slight grating of raw
                                       garlic)...

says the body with
an outer-feature of
                 degenerate potential...

with such unfathomability...
looking at a dead "object"...
          i will be that, one day or another...
ha!
        well **** me...
   not that there's anything ontologically
pressing to achieve a blinded motivational
tact(ic)....
guess a "bychance"
         case of ordering the ch'eep
           side order....

hauz-vine!
       ja!
                            wünderbar!
(bra bra, not barred?

                 i too thought of
fiddling with the extend U
via an umlaut (siamese pa-ra-b'oh-l'ah
                vs. [p]arabolah...
                  tuct surd p
given the subsequent punctuation
      of intact syllable-constructs...
           also V voo...
                    no, not swoon...
                            va va fume!)

telling a bad joke akin
to stripping to encompass
           walking stark naked
by
  (irons, jeremy accent):
    the shallow side of the dream-pool...

but only in english,
YHWH...
        that vowel catcher and vowel
keeper to
invoke a basis for laughter...

        as the last, resort to
        escape the confines of sanity,
and call it: society.