Jul 2018
and what is the only variant of classical
music, heard on a radio?
well... there's the fama radio night
sessions - with not adverts
radiofama.com.pl -
it might be your take on what the french
tell the english, i.e.: euro-trash...
but no adverts...
and there is no reason
to concede to reviving punk,
hippy music didn't see a revival,
why should punk?
a variant of classical music radio,
akin to bbc 2, or classic fm...
that "oddity" of a morphed bbc 4
internet coverage, akin to lionel nation...
and what i mean by that,
is not h. d. thompson's gonzo...
the allure of the, un-scripted...
and all of this is raw, flesh,
language at a smithfield
or a billingsgate...
talk-radio as the logical conlusion
of exposing your child to classical music...
it's genius -
reverting back to classical music
once you're older, and don't play
an instrument?
what's the point?
dr steve turley bashing out a medieval
mash-up on the guitar...
and that's "not" even
inspiration for a rock star status...
i like his smugness -
it's... zesty, lime-like:
certainty of the twinkling
of the eye that consists of:
a remaining - intact, i.e., sane.
bbc radio 4?
what, with zee archers nonsense?
this radio novella
that keeps propping itself up
like a bad take on eastenders without
the kray brothers?
talk-radio is all about
a non-existent "script":
the flamboyance of spontaneity...
with the crux, being?
ensō -
the only aspect of ζεν, a ταoιστ might
respect.
p.s.
do i believe in u.f.o. s?
(****, acronyms and the plural article
attached to them, mind boggling)
no... but i've seen one, so the belief impetus
is, kind'ah missing in me...
i've transcended speculation,
a question-worthiness on the matter...
since the question no longer manifests
itself in the narration impetus?
the impetus for narrative, is narration per se;
and how lovely, it is to see
a noumenon...
when the world of phenomenons
reads like this:
the times newspaper, saturday, july 21,
2018,
OVER 70,000 CHILDREN
PUT ON PILLS FOR DEPRESSION...
great headline...
alas, a chemistry degree (3rd)
from edinburgh uni.,
am i chemo-phobic?
i should ask myself that
same question, when i next
brush my teeth, apply shampoo to
my cranium,
or wash my hands.
apart from genitals -
i'm having this sensation of a tongue
contra mind "dysphoria"...
it's not exactly a limb...
it's not like an amputee with
a ghost limb...
more like:
a mind, a body,
a soul... and then the wriggly worm,
raised up on high in novels...
and then groveling in areas
where rabbis didn't take to revision
with a pair of scissors...
buttermouth from the oral ***.
music, heard on a radio?
well... there's the fama radio night
sessions - with not adverts
radiofama.com.pl -
it might be your take on what the french
tell the english, i.e.: euro-trash...
but no adverts...
and there is no reason
to concede to reviving punk,
hippy music didn't see a revival,
why should punk?
a variant of classical music radio,
akin to bbc 2, or classic fm...
that "oddity" of a morphed bbc 4
internet coverage, akin to lionel nation...
and what i mean by that,
is not h. d. thompson's gonzo...
the allure of the, un-scripted...
and all of this is raw, flesh,
language at a smithfield
or a billingsgate...
talk-radio as the logical conlusion
of exposing your child to classical music...
it's genius -
reverting back to classical music
once you're older, and don't play
an instrument?
what's the point?
dr steve turley bashing out a medieval
mash-up on the guitar...
and that's "not" even
inspiration for a rock star status...
i like his smugness -
it's... zesty, lime-like:
certainty of the twinkling
of the eye that consists of:
a remaining - intact, i.e., sane.
bbc radio 4?
what, with zee archers nonsense?
this radio novella
that keeps propping itself up
like a bad take on eastenders without
the kray brothers?
talk-radio is all about
a non-existent "script":
the flamboyance of spontaneity...
with the crux, being?
ensō -
the only aspect of ζεν, a ταoιστ might
respect.
p.s.
do i believe in u.f.o. s?
(****, acronyms and the plural article
attached to them, mind boggling)
no... but i've seen one, so the belief impetus
is, kind'ah missing in me...
i've transcended speculation,
a question-worthiness on the matter...
since the question no longer manifests
itself in the narration impetus?
the impetus for narrative, is narration per se;
and how lovely, it is to see
a noumenon...
when the world of phenomenons
reads like this:
the times newspaper, saturday, july 21,
2018,
OVER 70,000 CHILDREN
PUT ON PILLS FOR DEPRESSION...
great headline...
alas, a chemistry degree (3rd)
from edinburgh uni.,
am i chemo-phobic?
i should ask myself that
same question, when i next
brush my teeth, apply shampoo to
my cranium,
or wash my hands.
apart from genitals -
i'm having this sensation of a tongue
contra mind "dysphoria"...
it's not exactly a limb...
it's not like an amputee with
a ghost limb...
more like:
a mind, a body,
a soul... and then the wriggly worm,
raised up on high in novels...
and then groveling in areas
where rabbis didn't take to revision
with a pair of scissors...
buttermouth from the oral ***.
