/                          me? most of the time?
contemplating crafting
the most pristine zeppelin dump...
what's that what's what?
something of a cross-breed,
like wallace the great:
trans-species, i.e. half horse
half ******... donkey...
it's like: what you see on the tin
   of baked beans
attitude -
     half diarrhoea -
   half constipation -
   zee wartenspiele
             (waiting games) -
quarter of what the humidity
is like in london (present at hand) -
maybe beijing, maybe not...
grass court season zenith
at wimbledon?
    you sure it's not savannah,
haystack flattened season
nadir?
   'alf and 'alf,
  and that brighton vlogger halfie...
'erp!
            did i say: i.e. the plural
      variant of E?
it's a gemini of taking a ****
while at the same time making a ****...
like art...
  in the latter day of burroughs...
shooting paint canisters
onto a canvas, and expecting
the same unconscious mechanißation
of a *******;
  and if you can't talk about
taking a ****?
   you really can't talk about anything
else.
think.... waterfalls...
    by tender loving care
   (or at least that's
              that TLC stands for).