. (no chance in hell i was going to word this, as well, as it was poorly written, in it being better read... so? blah; but i'll try to.... revise).


i keep forgetting...
is, this the part where i'm
disembodiend,
or "something"?

dunno...
stopped watching
*** in the city
and some amy young...

that's the part where
the party takes off...
and... there's a missing *****,
right?

don't know,
some of the girls
in London are
residing in the realm
of, "kosher"...

  like, i want to
be jealous...
but then: you've been
circumcised....
i'm sure some rabbi,
will come along,
and explain to you...
that circumcised men
experience
a difference of
ontology,
mostly miscategorised
as schizophrenic...

good luck girl,
finding a bilingual
schizophrenic!
he'd just turn around,
and say:
   you polymath?

i love how:
the nature of the noumenon
remains
unchanged...
nudge nudge:
per se...
  per se: no reply...
nudge nudge...
some bogus phenomenon:

but how a "phenomenon"
changes,
incorporates...
    "additions"
of time...
      it takes in the mutants...
and...
gags...
when thus, some variant,
of an internal
    conflict
that creates an implosion...
and this is...
an implosion...
  
   one song...
ch' ch' ch'...
tsst.
just listen:

   mein kommandant...
by...
    henzyl und gretyl...
   (hanzel und gretyl)

you hear it?!
  i know: forget the scuttling
deer, the foxes,
the rabid dogs...

                 you hear it?

i try: but, me neither...
we're perfecting the english
tongue: dear child /
or herr...
    how did we ever forget the
SAS: no, there was
no    .  . : there was no acronym...
                                  ßaß...
the sächsisch also moved
east...
    the end "result"...
   die ende ergebnis
is not a concept...
allocated... exclusively
            to the English Isles...
"besonderemenschen"
  ("special" people)...
   ******: who the **** is
who the **** is, who?!

the saxons only migrated
west?
  no... they also migrated east...
some became...
less ***** pants...
tackling mongols...
or... mongrels...
depends where you're at...

i forgot nice...
a, a long time ago...
   i'm not nice...
i'm just:
   "comfortable":
**** me wanting these women...
can i 'ave a doug instead?
yes, no?
once upon a time...
this would be,
a death,
made to measure,
without any elaborate
confession
of... expressed
   literacy...
but... given that literacy,
was a literacy,
"only just discovered"...

awe, shock!
   peasant girl finds a peasant
boyfriend,
peasant girl having found
use for an aritocratic
boyfriend...
peasant boyfriend
going to a *******...
train...
****** of suicide:
or the waiting game...

  well... there's the hereafter...
:)  ;)   :(
or...
this is the ultimate
test for the remaining
                                        ordeal?