/                                              19th july, and an
insane flurry of butterflies:
                                  they're everywhere!

three beers later, and i'm feeling
slightly furry, fluffy,
fazed, dazed, whatever you want
to call it...
      bloated?

so i'm thinking:
    i really need something to sharpen
me up...

  **** it, a whiskey sharpshooter...

lionel nation ramblings
usually get me off,
      laughing...

      but i wonder: is laughter equated
to happiness, or just a cheap:
in-the-moment thrill?

                more importantly:
zee h'americans...

                     so curbing oath words
will get you off? **** **** fuckety *******...
even the "middle" americans
are confused with americans predenting
to be "smart": but rather being
exclusive with their acronym application...

all i know is that MS13 means:
boogie man from m'eh he he co...
     it's like... the only public use of language
is acronym language
with a wink wink involved...

but that's what 3 beers in the afternoon
does to you:
   2 x bhujangasana...
    no... ****! i mean the beer!
d'uh d'uh dum
   like it's supposed to be some
obscure ******* drum-roll...
      
  (left to right, or right to left?
must be a ***** being right-handed
and living in hebrew or arabic...
le-ve-ra-ge: libra balances
the opposites:

   right?
                left to right.

left?
                  right to left).

भ (bha)   ज (ja)   स (sa)  न (na)    अ (ah)

     couldn't find a G in this british
romance...

             the **** am i drinking then?
it says cobra in latin,
  but i can't find a sanskrit word
for cobra, other than a yoga pose
fake of the noun!

G's a surd letter then?
   like H is, most of the time,
in these languages?

    why would you even want to make
the same mistake that alexander "the great"
made, attempting to coloniße these peoples?!

******* bonkers,
  i don't even have the foggiest how
the british tortured themselves
with the heat in these places,
while back on brighton beach:
sun-umbrellas...
    and what appears to be
a minor take on the modern niq(q)ab...

no: not nicholas the pretty third...
and a spy from germany,
moving back to byzantium
of the north:
               doesn't speak a word
of                          ęglish?    

paddy mc'greekpantheonrubberpenis
had it right, all along,
with hop house 13,
                  at st. james' gate, doo'bling...

this sanskirt ***** of a beer
is doing my head it...

      i remember buying an out-of-date
beer from a turkish shop...

   **** me...
               second tier fermentation
is another thing...

   and yes, with such a complex encoding
of sounds...
     the after-effects are?
   like chinese: ching, chang, chin un -
                        chi chong in congo -
                                                w'ah l'ah...

tight woven ***** is probably
just as good as a secondary analogy -
          but what were the british "thinking"?!

****'s tight woven,
   i can't even work with this ****,
given i can't find a G, even thought i know
there's ghee in the matter...

   terrible internet sources, partial information
sources... almost like fake news...

here's to the paddy o'shay sharpshooter,
at 11 minutes to 4 o'clock.