what's the difference
between
    garbage - #1 crush -
wumpscut - torn skin
and...
guns 'n' roses:
        rocket queen?
different hard-on
for the subsequently
variant day?
you'll have
to talk to me
   in more synch...
  i look at paintings,
i then look
   at a blank canvas,
one that i'm about
to emplopy phonetic
encoding onto...
and i'm like...
    pol ***'s mountain
of ash
   and ink, yes?
i just want
the screwdriver's worth
of pain
to ***** in -
          schmerz:
sh-mer-zzzz
  you can buzz that
end, can't you not?
let's leave listening
to conspiracy aside...
let's focus on...
  why did they march
andrei chikatilo...
into a cell...
and shot him
in the back of the head?
so... no firing squad...
done-in
in a prison cell...
so...
this is the part where
you tell me
about the urban myth
of the marie antoinette
cockroach:
   as to how it can
live without a head
for two weeks,
before it dies from
starvation...

the execution of
andrei chikatilo,
in that cold cell
in Ukraine...
**** me... take me there,
that's my Disneyland...
i want to experience
the trapped
groaning and moaning,
relieved by
the silence,
of the execution space.

feeling electricity?
you know...
they don't tell you...
the pain?
the pain from
being electrocuted?
it's, numbing...
electrocution numbs
you,
via Zeno...
  since it's paradoxical...
in that it numbs
you...
but also excites you...
ever been
electrocuted
on the sly?
mildly?
   it's like...
      
            like...
       teasing two magnets
apart,
or together,
the pain is so...
piquant...
it's so rare...

  after watching so much
******* as i have...
you start to revel
in "forbidden" pleasures,
rarities...
something less -esque
lucian freud...
and more francis bacon...

while you grow a beard
to only deal with
a tic -
of an inability:
to not scratch the protruding
*****
growing on your face...

i grew up having
to experience ******
examples...
   sorry... petting a dog
was always going to be
more fun...
  see... i don't get it...
you can have a perfectly
suited ******...
   spending, all day,
licking pieces of paper,
then pretending
to do the scissors...
on the "cut" mark...
all day...

   and then he'd see you,
and hug you like
he was about to squeeze
all of the life out of you...
hug you in
a "burleqsue" variant
of love...
  'can i return to
hugging my shadow,
"petting" a cat,
or grieving
  owning both a dog,
       and a leash?'

  no, when the fact being:
this ****** came from
a family,
whereby the original
"god-the-father"
   had an ******-riddle
relationship
with two sisters...
so... i'm supposed
to feel bad, anti-critical,
orthodox,
the be the sacfred ground
type of anathema?

       the same ****** could
walk the dog,
but all he ever did,
was pretend to be a pair
of scissors...
he could cut up
a newspaper,
with not sharp objects
available...
like a ******* guillotine!

- but not when
human perfection is
relegated...
   and human degeneracy
is given prime agency...

- i'll only entertain
owning a dog...
if i don't have to employ
using a leash...
or a (kaganiec): muzzle...
that's why i don't
like petting cats...
there are no obstructions...
sure...
one will snuckle into
my chair, for about an hour...
but once i've drunk enough,
and take out a cigarette...
she's ready to be rid of me...

petting a dog?
that would be fun,
to train it to be equipped
with a freedom,
that would not force
me to employ a leash,
or a muzzle...

that's like...
better than stating
a frivolity for the need
of a girlfriend...
hands down:
  if i could own a dog,
and not employ
   either a leash
or a muzzle...
that would be like...
owning an exotic bird...
in an environment
of crows...
  but no birdcage...
by then,
that would be... ******* magic.

- i stopped going
to martial arts classes...
when some disciple,
managed to kick me in the groin,
after i refused
   to HA with every movement...
kicked in the *****...
folded into a foetal position...
i heard no sorry...

so here's me...
comparing
   garbage - #1 crush -
wumpscut - torn skin
and...
guns 'n' roses:
        rocket queen...
"thinking" as to why
the Ukranian
police shot
   andrei chikatilo
in the back of the head,
in a prison cell...
   and...
  the urban myth
of a decapitated
cockroach living
for a further 2 weeks...
after the stated fact...

i was only prompted
by the christine chubbuck
scenario...
  it's not like
this happend via
the hollywood edit process
of: shot in the head,
immediately dead...

what happened
to christine chubbuck
gave me access
to the execution
of andrei chikatilo ...
after that,
it was easy...
              wunderbar!
now i know...
that being shot in the head,
does not serve you
an immediacy of death...

christine chubbuck -
andrei chikatilo:
why was he shot
in the back of the head,
in a prison cell?

with events like this...
who the hell needs
to visit disneyland?