/                                 ....i started to, sort of,
                           forget the world...

i mean:

            reading karin jones' article,
        and the extra s she uses,
                                  after an apostrophe?

i can't but gloat in literary
                                                   pedantry -
              everyone else does some
sort of pedantic excuse
to begin with...

            the welsh & irish marching
band?
             so... that's o.k.?

        ha ha!
            i just love their nibbling
of a coherent march of bodies
in a slavic army,

               quasi-****: feet above hands...

nibbling "marching" while standing
still,
           nibbling,
                      a proper ****-up fest...

shame about those red coats
adorned by, what appears to be,
   a ****** fest of marching squares...

i'll admit:
   that's the only time you can
make a genuine laughter excuse...
       the british army's parade squadron...

****: have to get my mongolian
harmonica out for this opinion...
  
   motorboat of fluffly lips +
             an up & down index finger
moving, just shy of
                    interfering with the lip...
****!
        can't even ascribe
an onomatopoeia
                                  to that ****!

foul mouth?
      well, i did pay an extra £10
   on the already brothel owner's £10
entry fee,
   for the £110 for an audience
with a woman:
                that no psychiatrists
can replace -
                     and will end up bashing
his head against a brick wall
to suspend compensation...

                the extra £10?
                         oral ***...
   a my my my my my what
                       a mighty paradox!
prostitutes charge an extra £10
to perform oral *** on them,
   on top of the £110 you already paid
for an hour...
   but then when you kiss
them, they become divisive...

        sneaky ******* that i am...
i'm glad that i managed to steal
at least two,
       to pardon a faculty of
                   memory and banking...

toes, wrist, that thing that's a first
at the end of the foot connecting
the fetish...

                         it really is hilarious!
how can a nurse, check my pulse,
when touching my wrist?!

              i've already spotted two
places on my body, where she actually could,
but won't...

   under the right arm-pit,
   and just above the right-side of
the collar-bone...

    i gather that the latter posit is more
hygienic...
   but come on!
             pulse reading... on the wrist?!
can you actually "read" (count)
a pulse in an area of so much
bone shrapnel, veins... but no arteries?!

i thought you needed an artery
to check a pulse,
   rather than veins, that... literally
have no measure of the heart's existence,
rather: what encompasses
being in the possession of other organs
having utilißed... well... their utility!

she doesn't kiss... but charges an extra £10
to perform oral *** on her...

you would really think it was
the other way round.

who reads a pulse while pressing down
on a wrist?!
      you could count it

   without that ****** artefact of
cold pressed against the chest
        (algorithm the noun:  
  ...      ...             ....................  
         .. . .            .....
                  ............      
medical instrument to check pulse
  ...      ...             ....................  
         .. . .            .....
                  ............    ....        ....
****... new entry:
        medical hearing aid................
.... ...          ....           ....       .. .....
   ..........................................
****, no good)

                      within the confines
of the two "mandarin voodoo" coordinates
on the body i already stressed!

but no...
      medical arithmetic of the heart
on the tip of a finger,
or by squeezing
                      the bicep and tricep
part of the arm to expose an artery...

    i already possess knowledge of two!
two! arteries in my body,
and all i had to do was... find them!

it's like 20th and 19th century
anthropological studies made
                                  europeans dumb;

sorry...
  
               techno-*******-cratic.