when analogy
is hyper-inflated,
and,
metaphor...
is like...
"that lost
aspect of poetry"...
readied to
be settled
into an outlier,
Levi, tribe,
of theology....
shrim;ps are Norman,
oyster exotica...
palm trees,
birch trees...
like the one time
i was banned,
for the fiction (lie)
of throwing a pint glass
across the floor...
days later i
inquired the barmaid...
shopping in a turkish shop...
'are you, em, o.k.?'
let's forget the reply...
i can ride a horse,
but i can't ride a car...
again, sorry,
i didn't hear that..
i can ride a horse,
but i can't ride a car....
contra argument:
yeah...
can i get the horse back
and...
you better forget i ever
played video games?
give me a horse:
giddie-up sonny...
give me a car...
i'd be like... huh?
what?!
do i look like a *******
bus-driver
you ******* whim?
block users: only
when intelligence doesn't
translate...
talk talk, talk,
and then some talk...
me actually walking
into a forest at night...
no one vacant...
someone wants to
be vacant...
yes?
nothing...
my brain is the perfect
chemistry crib
of the most ronin
brain invested
in a translation into
tongue, into literacy...
give me a car,
sorry, no,
i can't figure the technicality
out...
give me a horse though?
i'm ready,
what am i to gallop
against?
fickenesel!
i want to see
the karotte first!
you can whip me...
all you want,
but, i want to see
the karotte, zuerst!
yes, *******?
yeah, sorry,
ich vergessen,
sich verbeugen:
i forgot...
to bow.
point being:
..................
.....................
................
make me.