.i still why i put up with these guys and gals, and their videos, working around the per se ad infinitum: talking about using the internet, while using the internet... a much delayed **** lodged in the outer extremities of my intestines, would be compared, metaphorically to some un-relentless thought lodged in my mind... but no... more like a stiffening of the neck, which requires some excess movement, to crack...

jeez... i'm honestly sorry for saying this...
but being this worked up?
all this testosterone outlet whipping bag?
i care, i really do...
            but everything in this world has
come full circle,
     a death in history is not what
Francis Fukuyama predicted...
    well it is it isn't it is it isn't... etc.,
    i'm not talking about ideas...
liberal democracy is not on the cards...
what is, on the cards is...
  hmm...
              when journalism becomes
insomniac...
     is this some grand "conspiracy"
to unlearn history, rooting,
even from the bothersome beginnings
of the 20th century?
   you're talking to an insomniac...
who drinks to sedate
(but miraculously continues to write,
like... he's not there, but his body
is there, typing away)
and takes either Naproxen
  (pain-killer) or an Amytriptyline     /yo! over 'ere
(look it up, big affair in the press,
lasted about a morning, maybe
pinching an afternoon...
  anti- something...
inflammatory, depression?
   hell... **** works...
   i wake up on a cloud...
     i actually lay off 30 minutes
before getting up, "thinking"
that i'm still dreaming)             /tab....

so? i just... switch off...
videos are so intrusive, and passive
at the same time...
    translate all the internet videos
onto a canvas of t.v....
you wouldn't last 30 seconds
listening to something like that...
outside of the confines of
your headphones and a small,
small screen...
                 beg to differ?

but i had a thought... or more an afterthought...
writing is not exactly video...
it's counter-intrusive....
you can read it, or you don't read it...
if a critique is coming,
may i first compliment you
on making the effort to read,
rather than passive watch a video
of someone talking?

              me too, i'm glad we're on the same
page... would be a shame...
if... whatever if there is at this point...

so in the afternoon i
put on
    last of the independents
by (the) Proclaimers...
and one song stood out...
   money talk...
while making a salad...
   by god and who's who and
who's goat is that?

   who would have thought that
raw beetroot,
raw cucumber, pickled cucumber,
red onion, a chilli,
coriander... ****... what else...
lemon zest and lemon juice...
oh... right... and feta cheese
were a good combination?

i didn't... until just earlier.