.if my writing becomes as bad as Marquis de Sade's, tell me... i just might have enough of "it" in me, to compete with the novella ******.

apparently it's really bad
to dream about your teeth
in the Slavic culture...
whenever i do dream...
i dream about my teeth...
which could have been
an indicator, some years ago,
that i should have become
a dentist...
   but now? rarely...
a numbing of the bottom
jaw, each evening...
the old fear...
i would fall asleep
fearful of what would
happen when i clenched my teeth
together...
a poignant nerve *******
of pain, working its way from
my mouth, into my stomach,
successfully
morphing into a pseudo-epileptic
**** of spasmodic fits...
fun fun fun...
pain... i've learned...
is always a pleasure
from the most unexpected
circumstances...
of ****** erratic counters...
your pleasure...
my pain...
and i did find burning out
cigarette butts on my knuckles...
quiet enjoyable...
well... some people choose tattoos...
i have my "mark of Cain"
on my right shoulder-blade...
a Chernobyl oops remark...
what? you think that they
picked up traces of radiation
in Denmark, that,
atoms, congested with half-lives
and what not, what?
atoms do not encompass a larger
radius to that of a *******
hurricane?!
      atoms... atoms... invisible...
you think atoms require
the ******* wind to spit some rain
on you?!
back then i was a mature fetus...
as the old people remind...
forests...
    like rainbow strips...
parts green with the oncoming
summer...
but parts dead, autumnal,
auburn... burnt...
and the high rate of cancer among
the ****** populace,
prematurely?
no no... it wasn't Chernobyl,
it's just the diet...
some people prefer tattoos though...
i?
   i'm used to scars...
             i would always prefer
a jawline mark of a shark's bite
to some ****** tattoo...
i would imply: i lived...
which would also imply
the person with an elaborate
tattoo: well... at least you did
the dreaming for both of us...

chopper chopper chopper chop...
sunken well, daft,
attempting to be a parked car...
chopper chopper chopper
down...
chopper chopper chopper...
                     a parked "car" on fire;
and a good man too...
Leicester city blues, or gingers...
a misguided
   Schwarzenegger quote -
   a... -negger quote...
               get to zee chopper!
ha ha... chop chop...
a Qoo Feng Shush quote, or sorts...

i keep dreaming up my mouth though...
like...
   well i did pay an extra £10 to do oral
with a Bulgarian *******...
i'm pretty sure the oysters wouldn't
be much cheaper...
            
if you're going to ask...
  no, Amsterdam is not for the ****...
and yes, it's legal, prostitution
is legal...
             what is illegal,
is running a brothel,
whereby... prostitutes are not
self-employed...
     running a brothel is illegal,
visiting a ******-psychiatrist is,
legal...
                   i prefer the psychiatric
inversion of listening to
a woman's onomatopoeia
via her ******, rather than her:
"eager" listening tactics
which later resemble something
akin to a deaf man's theater fetish
of Thomas Beckett's not i...
key? or ******* nail?
the **** do i put into it,
for it to shut up?
      
and you'd think...
with the drama sharp objects...
so the killer pulled the teeth out,
prior to killing the girls,
so he could receive a grandma
style *******?
jeez... just wondering...
no one thought the sky atlantic
was good enough?
good enough for me...
i mean: several alternative avenues
and ****...