what?!
so, you're telling me this is some
sort of scam artist get-together?!
i was of the ones
gagging for money?
oh ****... out of the hierarchy...
looks like...
you're under scrutiny
   about what you earn and
what you spend,
and whether you're not 1990s
sit-com nice...
     appealing to the rejected
sort:
   god... every time i see grey
people...
i just want to pinch them
saying: are you, for real?
every supermarket cashier,
any other and any "other" to every
"same"...  
       the pillars with their decapitated
heads of st. paul (the jewish apostate)
and the (st.) john
      (came the living,
that left as the dead)...
video?
             that's my ultimate
masochistic trip...
traction... video count?
really... really?! do i have to...
well... if this is freedom,
and this, "freedom" is used to
make "consciousness" counter-context
posists, relying, primarily
on content...
two boxes: both end up
as per se ontologies...
          you really want to push...
those buttons...
you have no idea about?
i've met two girls and one jew
who, muted, and without me
trying... just shook their heads
to a: no-no...
    now, thanks to this website
i can match my sight on
the true poverty,
that of language...
if i'm about to cling
to masochism, i'll just turn off
the radio, or my nostalgia f.m.
simulation, and tune into some of
these youtube "social" commentary
"journalists",
these pseudo h. p. lovecraft's...
these...
   'i can read,
so i'll read'... yes... clap clap...
need a ******* clapper machine
with a minus of missing
canned laughter?
i can read too!
would i ever make a *******
video?
slit my wrists first...
****'s sake...
                       next time i tune
in to one of these socio-political
"commentary"...
orientated around global affairs...
i'll start playing
the hill-billy sing-along
game of: who's who michael...
and who the ****
is this: in my earnest?

  gag order...

  unless it moves...
silence...
is... ultimate horror...
   if i was not to be loved...
why would i bother...
with anything,
beside the antonym of love...
why not allow others
to stand on the razor's edge...
what's the point
of the variant subtleties of
love...
     when... upon being feared
is not the same,
as being respected...
when...
you can hold a *******...
a minute as raw a a fruit
plucked from a root
of a tree...
to immediately become
tender...
and... almost clay-like,
mandible as one's own
jaw...
               to then compare...
a *******,
to a cat that's all too eager
to snooze, delay,
a variant of deep sleep in
your bed...
to...
   whatever the hell was
to become of *******
when it came to
sitting it out
   at a turkish barber...
and the latter?

   all the more: satisfying...
less... taxing...
that's me...
if i ever found homosexual
arousal...
it was...
when my ears
and the vicinity of scalp
were teased by scissors...
and clippers...
and my neck...
by a straight-razor...
with my eyes closed...

   and some of us prefer
necrophilia...
thankfully
i went to the brothel first...
before i grew out of it...
and decided...
the more prominent thrill...
and cheaper...
but almost within the same
confines
of time...
but... at a turkish barber...

tricklet piano music...
so... i'm white ergo i'm pork...
he's black ergo he's beef?
he's semitic ergo he's lamb?
and then they three wise monkeys
of mongol,
   thai and ***, yes?

oh sure... i'll make a video,
but that doesn't imply
i'll be insulting my audience...
it would be insulting my audience...
if i decided to give up
my filter-layer of literacy...
it's like the vatican around
'ere...
         talk is cheap...
              obviously,
otherwise...
   what remains...
    is conscripted to an effort...
and... let's just say...
making videos...
is a passive en'ga'ge'ment (german:
g'ah g'eh)
               to the material...
what the mind translates
into speach...
  is what the mind has to see,
first...
   what the mind
hears before seeing...
will only translate itself
into murk, fog...
                            and...
                     the lost point of
(the original) observation;
people speak too freely...
    even the ******* royals know
the difference between
an ultimate freedom,
and the ultimate power,
made crux,
  ) on the inhibition of a freely
allowed disinhibition     (...
make as much nuance as you can
from the last   )               (
sentence...
          talk like diarrhea
implies a constipation
                 of original thought.