someone is
about to attenborough
the whole
lot of ****,
around this...
what makes,
a current observation...
not a current observation,
but also not, a:
dragged joke..
come one...
shine less so...
it's like:
i'm attempting
to digest
that point of view...
leave me to care
about the beef, ******.
it's metallica's astronomy...
zodiac *******...
not anatomy...
  (god, i love explainig
idiot like)...
woe doe d'oh d'ah...
fuking spaghatti
twisters...
   i too have spotted
a **** ferris-wheel..
sighted...
made any money
from it in the newspaper?
n'ah... not really...
will i end up homeless
as i grow older?
good question:
no question,
as i asked one homeless man:
my mother told me
to never tell a lie...
oh...
so i gave him a cigarette...
here's to me...
throwing myself
under  a train...
so the prime reason,
why this man was,
homeless....
was...
because his mother...
told me...
to never... tell a...
lie?!
metallica: astronomy...
  audioslave: like a stone...
   low man lyric...
sure...
no sunlight with no sunglasses...
but...
you see...
i'm itching...
this isn't winter...
sun or sunglasses...
i'm itching...
   quest?
i'm ******* fuming:
this isn't winter!
i'm experiencing
a brain-twitch...
   no...
you're attempting to sell me,
something,
   i'm far from, buying...
i'm twitching,
"thinking":
the worst thing that could
happen to "me":
is already you...
  beg to differ...
drink a liter of whiskey...
and we'll call it: a game
of evens...
******.

   no? then let's play
the game:
   leisure:
  and a sun-tan...
and...
  who the **** works
7 days a week,
to then...
    "explore"
   spending a forthnight
caring for a *******
sun-tan?!
        the ****?!
seriously...
re-open the mental
asylums...
and send me to the ******
basement
to attempt to...
fend off the jimmy savile
types...
i'll play the michael
myers part...
    just give me
a scart mask...
every 12 months...
and... come on...
at least the playlist
with the corrs's
breakthrough single:
this is the right time single
on the headphones...
you put some michael jackson
on the end of the pluckers...
i swear...
   a bomb will not
be bound to be bound
to reiterate IRA
     or ISIS...
  or the ******* cockers my
nockers bros...
of...
  the man d'un solo...
   no... not that ****
saville...
    me 'inking...
        ha ha!
  charlie bronson!
in a cage...
with...
             jimmy oi oi saville...
that would be  heaven...
like...
the time i went to
a turkish barber...
keeping a beard for
almost a year...
which...
has become...
my newly found:
"hobby"...
new york women
using the internet:
eh... you can't help it...
                 you just fall prey.

it's called a smacker:
or a plush statement...
  or a plum...
  otherwise a strawberry
if someone is being,
truly,
affectionate...
either way...
  some variant of
attempting to giggle;
of donning sunglasses...
either during a sunrise...
or during the night.