/ donald trump is here?!
on these splendid, splendid isles?!
really?
where was the past week?
good thing that i bought
that johnnie walker red label
especially for the occassion -
without actually knowing it was
to take place...
i guess you might call
watching protests on t.v.
a bit like:
going to an illegal rave
party in an abandoned
industrial building
somewhere in
dagenham, or shoreditch,
or 'ackney...
britain is not getting what it already
wants -
i can understand blatant
flattery, and airs, monsieur,
monsieur bleu, rouge et blanc...
the one time that britain looks...
bedazzled?!
frizzy haired...
the sort of comic sketch
of a **** scene where the man wakes
up having sobbed himself
to sleep, in a disney cartoonish
way expressing frightened awe
and the words:
[what] the **** just happened?
'ave a tongue for a ****, mate.
- honest to god though:
where have i been for the past week?!
i've paid attention to the football -
croissants, or, chequers?!
hmm...
oi! two face, what's
your gamblers' pundit?
- let the slavic sub-plot
'ave it,
if goran (ivanišević)
could do it, this ******* litter can do it,
given they reached the semi-finals
in 1998...
and believe me:
some people...
are really jealous of the chessboard
representation on fabric, shh...
or at least that's what i whispered
into the ear of lucifer,
hermitage's secondary
(only to achilles)
schwarz, mouse-catcher;
and if i'm wrong -
then i'm wrong:
but since i don't actually gamble using
money...
i tap into the emotional
excitment of gambling -
within the confines of expectation
of being right...
somehow, gambling,
but where what i bet with is... zeit...
and grooving to boris brejcha,
tantra of a DJ set...
**** me via my ears
and call me Sally...
nod nod nod...
(ten minutes later):
nod nod nod...
(15 minutes later):
nod nod nod (with an added
drumkit imitation of the whole
body starting to form a scary shadow
of a man sitting down
before a blank pixel screen
seeing letters and words appear
like a god might
see stars, and constellations appear
in the dark, dark: voooooooooo
'oid)
which is no proof that i made
a hiccup. /