/                           i'm "apparently"
               schizophrenic...

and what of
premature depression

to "compensate"
my premature dementia?

suddenly the utility of
language
disintegrates?!

ever wonder what
happened to sinéad o'connor?
life, a boat, scuttling rats...

i guess i'm one of them:
     the boat, the boat, the boat....

what with implementing
pseudo-****
of a man's *******...

            i guess the derivative
of woman implementing ***** count
via every *******
is the way to go...

    saint joseph, say what?!

four pairs of spectacles:

i'm "apparently"
               schizophrenic...

     which one will you pick,
from the basic, sensible array
of: ÷, +, -, x?

if there was ever
    a grammar as obvious?
i'd say:

  ÷ = verb,
         + = noun,
         - = adjective
                and x? x!
                            trans.
multiplication translated
from the golgotha of algebra?
impetus, umph! pup status...
fertility... you know:
    the baby-insomnia parts.

- post-scriptum math. is
probably verily askin'
               for no big g(ee) -
   and more...
        so what rains from above,
what grows from below...

shách a: pweetee schmile!

   to every such, and every other
smile...

       and my english teacher:
who was a glaswegian pict said to me:
never begin a sentence
with a conjunction akin to,
but esp. with A, confined to And -

now i can reply:

      - but in verse you can encourage
a concept of a paragraph
beginning with, hyphen; yes?

- and so i said so...
   and continued to say so...
       like your cis-pedant might...

since we're going to play a game of memes,
and of obscure acronyms,
hyper-acronym dynamics within
but without the main acronym of
U             S            A
(dot dot dot)
              
     my body is no temple given that
i used my mouth to perform oral ***
on a *******, having paid £110 for an hour,
£10 for the entry via the profiteer,
and then £10 for performing oral ***...

i think of my mouth like women
think of their genitals...
   albeit...
                       i still have a tongue
to begin with...

      perhaps a vision of a being without
a tongue, and a telepathetic eyesight:

but then what joy of: la la, la la la
              (music arithmetic
    induced by iggy pop's passenger)

       ˜ (i.e. wait) -

   la la la la la' la la la'h

   child genius: can you count the number
of syllables in that song,
at that particular moment?

     and heß:
                          i did require the spider
comma (apostrophe) to count...

   and it's already 1 x la'h short...

     perhaps the H is considered a surd...
but it's also a vowel catcher,
and the instigator for the basis
of balancing laughter:
          a H is also a vowel midwife.