i have to find, but two media outlets
that i think, still have some spine /
integrity left in them:
  the sunday times
and FAMA radio...
    funny... radio...
   all those years amassing a private
collection of records...
buying what i wanted to hear...
but who can blame me,
all the English radio stations
were ****!
      GMT+1h "frequency"
  between the SUT (standard universal
time) hours of 23:00
          and... 07:00 hours...
this radio station
       doesn't allow  graveyard shift
DJ or adverts...
          it's pure,
    unadulterated marathon of song
after song...
    the unexpected journey feeling,
that i always looked for...
when collecting music records...
sure, some eurotrash,
some Anglo bongo-bongo
    in a mental asylum,
   or some other, if not other i.e.
   just when things weren't spicy enough
when Gein was woken from
the **** of the flux:
   being reminded by all the people
with inhibited momentum
he ever interacted with:
   gaze at the paedos of England...
you necrophilia sell-face...
    i guess having ingested
the film the neon demon
"logic" would state the hierarchy:

homosexuality
bisexuality
heterosexuality
pederasty (and older man
and a teen boy, e.g. /
the nuance
of a man and a, ugh,
   legal consenting woman
beyond the age
of consent)
Onan
paedophilia
necrophilia

    ah... but a bee gees
sing-along classic...
seems to posit the necrophilic
a tier above
         the *******...

funny, in a world of so many
phobias...
   there are only two philias...
well, 3, to be exact,
but the third is a prefix love,
while the other two loves
are suffix loves...
mind you...
   i put them in the same
category...
      taboo...
i. e. a concept of a public
intellectual by english,
rather than frech standards...
is someone who talks
freely,
      and by speaking freely:
is a "cognitive" reactionary...
it's already "too late"
when speaking freely replaces
thinking freely... unless...
speaking freely was never
to replace the already non-existent
freedom to think:
to think - and the rarity
of obscure verbs,
like out of vogue words...

but not all newspapers,
and not all radio stations...
with a halfway lit-out
cigarette:
   i guess i could be mistaken
for toking a cigar,
other than a damp filter...

if i will ever make it on
the morning t.v.
session with jeremy kyle....
sure... white trash t.v.
my arument would run
along the lines:

if my former girlfriend thought
i was being irresponsible
trusting her to take th pill,
when she implored
me to take th ****** off
(apparently women stopped
unfathomig uncircumcised
men)...
      well...
    unless both me
and some ******* were
being irresponsible
throwing rubber ducks
into the park lake
to agitate abnormal
homosexuality in mallards
   (what, homosexuality is abnormal
in animal species...
  excuses for men, again,
not mice,
   the hybrid case,
  neither animal, nor god,
what remains
of a bull - god -
   in a chinashop - nature)
   if i were you
   i'd ready myself
   for the Latin variety of
    ab and dis...
when it comes to Norman
           and Easley...
       well yeah...
  casual *** is bound to social
contract?
    funny...
   i once heard that money
is *****...
   for all its squalor in the bank
of Mammon...
  clemency...
    cleanest ***...
   unless of course h.i.v.
    is transmitted ******,
via... gulping down an oyster...
mannig-up from
what Samson left of a temple
we blinded,
a slap in the face
when punching myself 20 times
in the head for a plum
mascara?
   no wonder i shied from
ineractions based on my naivete,
on presuppositions of reciprocate
trust...
     odd...
   but not really...
you ever find atheists
    who spew their anti-belief...
simply because...
   they have managed
   to establish trust...
          ever wonder why belief
is not exactly a coping
mechanism,
    there's nothing
   ontologically a priori about it,
it's ontologically a posteriori...
belief is the spawn *******
child of a lost trust,
of an undermined trust,
and it has so little with imagining
a celestial dictator...
more with a chris rea song...
and so little with the mental asylum
of an atheist's conern / concept
of reimagining the simple...
being told a lie is one thing...
a shallow focus of plateau negation,
squabbles for rumour...
but being taught distrust...
whatever belief resurfaces
from the remnant rubble...
           ah...
             at this point...
trying to elaborate on the jeremy kyle
analogy...
   is a bit like having a fetish
for being castrated,
circumcised, scalped,
   and then hanged on a scaffold
in a public domain.