/        ever walk into a polish catholic church
and hear the recitation
         of the recitation of the catholic credo:
   and then look at a video of liberal
                  democracy...
                      on the streets of london?

p.s.

   fair enough, i "forgot" to mention
  sam cooke:
       god only knows i still attempt to enjoy
classical music...
    in that "classical", really invokes
   russian late 19th and early 20th century
compositions?!
   really?! that really is: "classical"?
   not even remotely
   considered as, late-contemporary?

whatever...

    i'm still basking in gregorian /
  byzantine chants of monks' music
   line of "thinking",
      like i'd be, 100+ (support)  prior,
                     enjoying their beer!
because who can't?
   can don a kilt drinking whiskey,
which women won't;
  prove me, prove, prove me
wrong that women enjoy whiskey!
next time we talk
you'll be taking photographs
of "up-skirt"
   english-women on
the streets of leicester...
    with subsequent pakistani
******* taking place...
  
    but hey!
                    i'm pontius pilate attitude
at this point!
   my "rights" weren't defended,
given that i had "any":
   yours?

               you're kidding me, right now,
aren't you?

at this point i don't have
a hammer to utilise
   imitating a *****-driver
            for the screws loose
in this:
   hyper-inflated
              sylvia plath
                   commodity /
                                    tool
                                   of, "society"?

born of the same mother,
                                             are we?

prishtine ****** mother
of god...
                 really?
       much bigger things are happening
than having lifted the iron, "curtain"...

WHO CHANTS?!
SHEEP!
WHEN DO WE
    WANT THEM SLAUGHTERED?!
NOW!
WHO CHANTS?!
   SHEEP!
WHEN...
     B'A'A'H!  (how to i invoke
    an, "out-of-breath",
   "stutter",
                concerning the vowels)...

if they're not
crying about it...
               what's the pause about?
ah! of course...
         en-ter-tain-ment!          

it was always that,
  it wasn't the homosexual criticism
of the plop, allocate of the hair...
    to be honest?
   my ****** hair has taken english
feral features of being:
     can't find a decent turkish barber
outside of Istambul
   in these parts:

   but i can...
            can't find a **** for a compensating
**** of a granny with a can of sardines!

who needs the catholic church
when you can have the streets of london
to provide the, exact, clone of
shoving sheep into a herd and then using
a dog to bark vectors at them?!

         thank god!
        catholic mass in poland and the streets of
the london vicinity?
              can't tell them apart...
the same murmuring, getting louder,
and louder and...
                                ****'s worth of a "soldier"
in a belgian trench,
shooting undigested sweetcorn pellets;

and those fine men:
  had well refined digestive systems!
   why, on earth,
didn't they **** them out,
       as... sharpened, armour piercing?!

- will report: herr register!

then i might as well attempt to take
another ****, and down the next
                   whiskey sharkshooter cocktail:

heavy ratio, my god, what
                      a heavy ratio to master.

if kilt wasn't pseudo-croat in tartan,
and whiskey wasn't an baltic amber
in colour?
   who would (a) wear one,
                        and (b) drink one?
    that's a *******: no-brainer /

edinburgh's prince's street
   fudge instead athenian grey matter
butter... supposing it was thought,
and not spread;

    ****...
    this isn't even supposed to be funny...
i don't understand why i attempt
                                            to make it, "funny".

what this sort of writing will become:
  i do not want to be part of,
    citing
   slave regina, chant of the templars...
considering the fact
that i have, as of yet,
  found, a sung, chant of hospitallers'

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but i have, just now...

          and it almost immersed me
      with the awe of the hippocratic oath.