. the cure's album
*******...
is the sort of fun,
that's best associated
with the band
foster the people,
when it isn't...
   and it isn't...
                 a conscript
of mainstream;
because...
petting cats,
leaves you,
the pristine outlier...
of wishing
for reiterating
    being "known"...
bon jovi LP,
the back to the future
soundtrack,
nine inch nails...
  the cure,
depeche mode...
         foster the people:
joy division,
ola gjeilo...
       dream get-away
2 weeks...
**** the norwegian
fjords...
   me, 2 weeks
on that faroe islands...
  2 weeks kater...
i disappear for 2 decades,
and 2 lifetimes...
when youtube became
english soap-opera...
  eastenders...
coronation st. style *******...
just when french existentialism
became exported
to the scandinavians...
   right now?
i'm feeding off the export
of german existentialism
being fed onto
           the anglo canvas...
there's no such "thing"
as a curious cat...
there's only a bored cat,
or a cat imitating a dog
in terms of itself remidning
itself, of being a pet-animal;
a petted-animal is
unlike an animal akin
to feeding you abortions
akin to chickens...
   what is the standard
deviance of a petted animal?
there's no impetus
for ***...
                 i "own"
two castrated specimen
of the bonsai tiger...
cats...
                i act as if i don't own
them,
but i also act akin
to: there's nothing i can do
about you, so...
do what you "feel" is necessary...
squint eye per quint eye...
at least the remains
include:
   everyone anticipated
"feeling"
   possessive,
and subsequently in charge.