/                             went to sleep in my bed...
woke up on the floor...
must be high summer
        in england -
               given the temperatures
are crossing
the european norm
of pseudo-african noon
       for the post-colonists...
and fair enough
for the identity-crowd types...
no history, no genesis
and the constant en masse
exodus into space: sprinkled
with grammar abominations
(on a subtle levelling effect)...
that's like jerking off
using a prosthetic limb...
     quasimodo hiding anywhere?
nazis nazis nazis...
nazis nazis nazis nazis nazis nazis
nazis nazis nazis nazis nazis nazis....
so...
   there's no causality involved
in the versailles crowd?
     clean hands...
  just gagging to give applause?!
i washed mine
before thumping 20 onto my face
with my:
   knuckle levelling...
  4th knuckle?
the crown of pinky finger?
not so good against
pouches of endoskeleton
flesh...
            truly requires something
harder...
                like a brick wall...
it: "alligns the stars"...
  which implies a Venitian:
perfecto!
                                  expression...
should­ have earned myself
the status of shoving
my **** into the mouth
of an english king:
fortunately... i didn't...
         shame...
             could have gratified myself
holding a pristine:
                    bouquet of
ambitions,
              future, past,
  and... that other thesaurus gem
equivalent of ambitions:
                        as-pirations...
        pirate­ rationing focus...
three thumb's length of whiskey
and managing
a "healthy" sleeping pattern (later):
ever drank warm beer with
ice?
             glass turns into
                                 a ******* geyser!
not that famous volcano
   of a diet coke bottle + menthos sratched
scraps of a mountain... no...
        bewilder me...
   why do ice cubes...
     when poured over with warm beer...
provide excesses of "shaving" foam?
i'll speak foul...
because the last thing
i can actually conjure to make a memory
theatre is composed of:
kissing a *******
  and forgetting my genitals...
simply for the kiss...
           which felt like... mmm...
jerking off an elephant...
  or ingesting
                a cobra with a ****
of subsequent conundrums of
the throne of thrones bound to
being ****** down by:
       pennywise the toilet whirlwind;
short-script:
         end up eating vindaloo.

      /? that's implied to govern an excess
of space in a formal (i.e. first)
sentence, of a composition.