/          in a world where people can't fathom to usher in a monosyllable: like no? it's not exactly nigh-nine equivalent to the german nein... people have to say tak, ja, yes, and never actually imply ha-yah borrowed from hebrew, i.e.: "the" wisdom... seems pretty ******, in all non-circumcised honesty of holding a fake of a petted snake *** shepherd's staff: with what was once tongue, and sword of moses... and then some linear busy bodies of geometric time-lapses into confining a stable-table for a philosopher's mind... but mainstream media... ah... what luck! people choke! choke! on having to say such a simple "word": given the other words, but... a syllable, akin, composing nothing! what a marvel... frankie, in the 21st century, contrasted with iggy pop, and john coltrane humming through the thick, background pact of it... like a catholic choir-boy taking revenge... oh sweet, sweet: sweet pleasures of today!


let's put it this way...

   if beer is: the **** of the gods?

whiskey?

            the **** of titans.

wine?
    do i really want to hear
the jesus metaphor?

      and as one truth concerning
speaking truth:

             nein.

that's not how the libra of male
drinking habits works...

        either boy juice beer,
or tongue numbing rattle-snake
bite...

     ****!
   too much iggy pop and not
enough frank zing-tra-la-la
                    gets you all... fuzzy!