god... it's like being back in a schoolyard,
although i'd prefer that -
the rough and tumble...
   start a fight, get a kid crying -
start massaging his kidneys with fists...
banter -
           teenage boy humor -
WWF and favorite music interludes -
                  curiosity confined to lunch boxes...
weird fruits,
   and plain old cheese & ham
white bread sandwiches -
   perhaps with some
      branston's original pickle...
an orange thrown at someone's head
from a distance of 30 meters,
                         hitting the bulls eye...
half an hour in the morning,
an hour in the afternoon...
             but this current revitalized
schoolyard?
      this pseudo-nostalgia?
   i don't buy into it...
     i have enough funds to buy myself
video equipment -
   mediocre -
   but when people start making videos,
i'm only thinking about
     you've been framed! -
            plus...
     drinking is far more entertaining
than exercising the one right that gives
you a radar presence...
      drinking and writing is a partnership...
talking on video?
     is apparently allied with coffee...
i hate coffee...
              breakfast:
   ice cubes, 10 strawberries,
       10 blackberries,
   crème fraîche,
3 teaspoons of sugar,
   some vanilla extract...
              milk...
BLITZ...
          hey presto...
                                     breakfast...
it's not that it's even the big tech
firms that are to blame...
    and the alternative media,
doesn't exactly have enough avenues
to write more than 300 characters...

like i wrote on gab.ai -

i might have been a fan of the early Japanese
Godzilla movies, Akira Kurosawa,
but within the confines of a 300 character cage?
i write European poetics, Quixotic ramblings
akin to Tom Waits...
the haiku form is not exactly to my liking.

youtube was always my go to place,
to forage and scout for new music
before i embarked on buying
the classic 1980's artifact in the form of
quicksilver...
                    
back into an ontological debacle,
nothing more...
                  
i really try to avoid internet drama,
the mediocre drama
  and their subsequent outlets...
    i did that at school...
      and to recall -
   one one girl committed suicide
at the school...
within the spread of 8 years...
     that's pretty **** good...

not really... poetry is already niche...
it's not built for 300 characters,
notably of the European schooling...
i hate haikus,
i prefer Afghan landays
of their women...
        
and i probably could reach a much
wider audience with video...
but like i already said:
   drinking ***** into the excesses -
and making videos?
not a good a idea...

          like some will prefer the village
life, or a town under 100,000
if not less...
   while others just love the sound
of traffic of an urban juggernaut
compared to the deafening of
the sound of rain, and the hysterics of
screeching foxes at night...

       hmm... jealousy...
   that major trait of the tetragrammaton,
must imply that other gods
do exist...
                   a deity couldn't possibly
be jealous of the non-existence
of beings of equal stature...
                 since he would simply
laugh and squabble,
   over, yet another, batch of blind,
non-intuitive human beings...

i can't write and be sober simultaneously...
so the extra audience number
as show of a competitive mentality
just went out of the window...

i wonder what feeling jealous must be
like...
   watching a 0 turn into a 2000...
    overnight...
then again i'm interested in cognitive tattoos...
i shy away from the current
bite, spit & squabble
   seeing content creators implode -
resorting to cite themselves
in fierce opposition...

     freedom of speech?
   from what i've seen?
      best left on paper...
                 in a medium of actual,
reciprocal effort of the person
writing, to the person reading -
without the passivity of
    the lax listener...
        music is for that...
                   freedom of speech already
has the adequate filters -
written, not spoken...
    given that the former is
in equilibrium -
           books don't bite,
   but a waggling tongue at the end
of the earphones?
    
   - and what's with this boasting about
the number of emails one might receive?
i haven't received not 1,
  in the past 5 years, if not longer...
     and...
              who could ever complain
about such... lucidity of the original message,
where people have actually managed
to leave you, the **** alone?