had to switch, i drank all the liter bottles
of Russian Standard ***** from
my local Co-Op,
   which was on offer at £19 a pop...
and wasn't going to spend the night
with a 70cl ***** length of ****-poor
pleasure...
      but?!
Whyte & Mackay was on offer
on the liter libra...
   same price... finally! some palette grit!
a perfumery!
some scooth no. troix!
              **** the lemons and the *****,
give me the whiskey with the limes,
and?
     pepsi max... diet pepsi?
diet coke? coke zero?
    the list of the non-contenders...
made dinner...
    an onion sauce with decent slices
of beef...
             thickened with cornflour...
mash...
            butter... but no crème fraîche...
**** it, do the classic approach...
pour some milk in...
serve the whole sha bang with some
mangetout...
thank you, very much...
but i'm sure we're less than ******
posit on being capable on
     improvisation...
  oh... by the way...
you know what happens to the retards
when their parents die?
     you want to know?
i've seen colt bulls herded better,
readied to the slaughterhouse,
than these... "graces from god"...
   i've seen them...
              remember,
i was misdiagnosed as a schizophrenic...
i know what happens
on these ****** retreats...
the parents die?
guess what? OPEN LOTTERY!
   of course there's one benevolent
20 year old hottie, start-up...
but you ever see the one
who plays the butcher's ***** when
she's nearing 50?
  no *******...
one ****** takes our his pokey
and starts jerking off in public...
well well well...
    ha ha!
             circus friendly, is he?
better keep him with the bears...
built like a ******* brick *******...
like der bla ßter
          (paul larsson) -
still a ****** jerking off in public...
giggling...
    and then the parents die...
oh god... Cornwall tactics of herding
cows for their clotted cream?!
   or how cows are treated
in southern Wales?
        yeah... compared to these
retards... i've seen better, done,
with animals... ha ha!
          mind you...
i'm not much for animal cruelty,
but i've had been harboring this wild,
idea...
an interlude of a soft spirituality,
away from mixing whiskey,
or *****...
     i dare say, i once called beer the
**** of the gods...
    mouth and nose morphed
into a snout, sniffing the neck of a bottle...
cider...
    hmm... Eden... the forbidden fruit...
liquidated...
    **** me!
            the devil's ****!
ha ha...
                 with so many gods,
but only one devil...
   follow the vector...
  oh... by the way...
if you hear anything about the Baphomet
statue
in Arkansas?
   perhaps pagan...
  but... did you know,
it came to popularity,
  under the secret society of the Templar
crusaders?
   the Templar crusaders were burned
at the stake for worshiping
Baphemot... a disambiguation of
Mahometh (Muhammed, zee prophet)...
     perhaps pagan in origin...
but... from what i've read...
the Templar Crusader Monks
incorporated a secret society around
this worship...
                    lost a P here, gained a H
there... let's face it...
   Φ = Θ
          (put the key into the keyhole)
twist, and the door opens...
now i'm really looking
forward to this cider... ha ha!