/ although i'd love to go back to the cinema of, bell, book & candle from the 1950s in early technicolour... can i? don't think so... trapped the rekindled narrative of myth... i wish i could, do the supra-capitalist, drunk at 5 in the afternoon, and still pulling the strings... early nostalgia of what was late nostalgia of what was 19th century german concerning ancient greece... i chose 17th century france... because? because... why could it ever be england as primo optio?! am i either that daft, or as much stiff for waiting for eddie zee theerd?! well? well done, you guessed my thinking: write a fictive narrative, it'll last longer, like a photograph.

immigrant song, led zeppelin -

probably the only grand theatre
plus,

          of thor: rangarok;

i still don't know where those
M16s came from...
  and?
      given they used
a led zeppelin's song?

i honestly, don't want to know.

i was honestly going to favour
a black sabbath oeuvre,
using only solitude
   by the witches' congregation
ask, aspect,
or subsequent, marketing ponce
scheme.