.well... it is the turn of the century, and he had inherited the 20th century... so.... what's with the opening sequence? lay the floor, forget about watching the paint dry while someone else, paints the walls.

typo: solipsism...
**** on me...
i too sometimes forget
that i'm a unit
of a(n) 8 billion
conglomerate...
i see an airplane fly passss / ß
my h(o)use...
the object,
and then the delayed
sound...
i forget this higher
abstract of Narcissism
of the demi-god
Solips -
not included
to be among
the gods and the myths...
see?
  memory is overtly
selective...
   which ius why i encrusted
myself in doubling
the selective process...
10 or there about memories...
kept intact....
          
it's a three-way dog race...
Led Zeppelin...
Black Sabbath...
AC / DC...
and my chemistry teacher
Mr. Slack... rooting for
AC / DC...
**** it, i'm with him...
  
                  the predictability
of the riffs....

                    AH HA HA HA!
go mad!

leisure vacations are a tool
to ordinate
the exercise in instigating
cages for,
whatever is deemed normal.

p.s.

death pardons the blunt,
and esp. the honest...
   but sure as **** cares a grain's worth
of salt for the rich and the, dishonest.