/                           what i'd consider an armchair

     in a metaphysical sense...

drinking a ***** sharpshooter
   (ratio of ***** to
the mixer is like...
      3 : 1)

     listening to garmarna:
    sveedish? northern...

                               herr holger
            herr mannelig

       type of music...

                              "pop" folk...

(can't get enough of that ****,
sweat to god)

                           while reading
heidegger... in english,
       making fun of myself being
"fluent" in german

while retaining an inheritance
"tax"
                         of a dumb p'oh lack...

well... as my grandmother
used to say:
    if you go among the crows,
  you have to croak like a crow...

so here i am:
                attired in english "clothes"...
allowing myself self-deprecating
within the confines of what is
   body by accounts made
                   by deleuze and guattari...

convening to stage an open mouth,
an inverted feeding simulation
akin to a sea gull...
     with the "confines" of
the antithesis
         of the cartesian res cogitans...

airy-fairy: nowhere near as scary -
   like some rampant predator,
bulk frame akin to a bear,

           and a bear: is a predator?
   really?
                        what? berries and fishing?!
civilised people inherit
the concept of a devolved bear...
barbarians?
   the concept of an evolved ape!

      ha ha       - surd h plus -ey + p minus -it!
(berlusconi bongo bongo
     down in beach boys' kokomo
   like some toothless fijian giving you
the smile 'n' wink wink)

simple!

                   so yeah...
             ah: conversational overtones...

always with this fudge of thought,
always running, when actually standing still...

every time i pause while
reading a philosophy book
    i concise myself with a single thought...
can i put a dialectical punctuation
mark here?
                                   or there?
or nowhere?

         philosophy: a ******* pompous words
by people who speak it...

  i still come out with the antithesis
of descartes...                        res vanus...

because i, really start "thinking":
    when i "don't"                                 it;

can't escape the persistence on
   the geological scale,
    on the meteorological,
             on the blatant arrogant persistence
of:                      a mash-up
    of thinking-and-empirical-stratifications:

like watching the sound of a plane
rather than the plane itself
                    dragging the sound.