.mad dog blues, finishing off a commentary session from last night / today's hearth of the wee hours of the yet to begin... inevitability.

as you do, drinking, sitting in front
of the polygraph machine that's
a glaring blank pixel page
needing to be filled...

                  ...how else?
the re-hydration process with hiccups
of rotten coughing, snorting
out excess phlegm,
             and a needle sharp pain
in the lower regions of the grain,
from the hernia operation scar...
         done: as a toddler...

my my, a mean ******* -
   and yet, he still persists...

to reiterate:
    no one said anything,
    i've moved way past a defense
of speech...
    i'm after what Kierkegaard
iterated:
    people are, so ever concerned
with their freedom speech,
that they forfeit their ultimate freedom,
that, of thought.

yes, yes, we've all been there
done that...
   the glory days of the jukebox's
algorithm: pristine, are over...
back when the jukebox's algorithm
still had knowledge of
the thesaurus schematic...
where... you would be suggested
synonymous videos...
rather than... the videos you already
watched...

...and as a freedom...
you didn't hear this... you, saw it...
big difference...
me? i just heard some music
on the headphones,
and with over-stated interludes
of: next song...
         a clicking sound
of fingers cascading on aa keyboard
of well positioned hands
with a pair of eyes, looking onward...

perhaps algorithms pay
little or no concern for text?
or perhaps they do...
infamously i remember hearing
about SIRI... that Microsoft
A.I. profile on twitter...

          ...the abuse the A.I. received...
prior to when i interacted with it...
and after?
  i vaguely remember the A.I.
spamming previous engagement
profiles with:
                  something akin to
slow down...

this, right here,
    is why i will never make video...
no one wants to listen
to Darth Vader play the didgeridoo...
smoker, drinker...
you get the picture...

  as ever, i have a theory...
pedophiles are unlikely to enjoy
the hedonism associated with
either smoking, or drinking...
or for that matter: pedantic grammar...

yet i am, this far:                                            :
from finding someone
who appreciated the art of alt. punctuation,
akin to e. e. cummings;

****'s just genius -
and yes, the times, currently lived in,
require lewd (unanständigspreschen),
in all manner of seriousness -
and verily unlike
   how the English tiptoe on eggshells
when they, make lewd remarks,
giggly like schoolboys,
or some ponce from the carry on...
franchise -
   gay - are you being served:
daisies and oopsies.