.mmm... yeah... that time when i was paranoid about my neighbour killing my cat, and when i went into a cemetery and hacked off a slab of a grave? that time? ugly? mmm... matti... my my... which part? dating? is that like... an english "thing"? can we just bypass the whole fiasco and dive right into the ***? no? good... well... with so many freedoms allowed to govern women, who subsequently tend to want to tame governing man... how about... you tell me what to do, once you hand-cuff me? oh... right... well... here's to the guillotine... anti-immigration... the rights of bulgarian prostitutes... or... whatever you feel like: making up your mind about.

masochism... not listening to the radio...
and turning on
the youtube socio-political commentary...

when...
  Ashley Elisa
could have met Economic Invincibility.

me?
       fold, poker, down,
and a sing-along...
   with a fiddler on the roof staged
take on being amused...
  from the petty jew...
to akin a king solomon...
well: neither of the two could
be held in equally high esteem...
could they?

    but's that's my variant of
masochism...
turning off the radio brimming
with song,
and instead...
(jerking off doesn't seem
as bad)...
listening to "advice"
on the youtube.