.when i drink, and sometimes entertain walking
through the dark,
and i find myself, freed from the ownership
of a shadow? i don't drunk walk...
stumble... i find my balance... in a quasi-comic
dance routine...

otherwise?
    have you ever found ice-cubes
behaving like leeches?
you put a hand into the refrigerator,
take a handful of ice-cubes for
your ms amber and mr ginger,
and... yet, there are still,
some ice cubes clinging to your fingers?
i call them the cold leeches...
is it me,
or was the d.c. comic universe
created for adults,
adhering to mature themes...
while marvel got away with
all the money,
                     but all the kiddy stuff?
it's not as much of a blatant
schizoid divide,
should japanese
comic culture ever become involved;
because it wouldn't...
         oh i tried ****** once...
resorted to those glorious
exponents of fine art classes...
the solo girls and their
playthings of...
ghost enunuchs...
             not much worth of *****,
when there's a limp
**** in the form of
              rubber, is there now?
clearly: castrato choir boys
of the vatican are not wanted...
   not quiet enough to cut
the ***** off of a man...
   the whole "thing" has to be snippet
friendly...
            believe me...
the inverted play-thing,
stag-do,
blow up sheep, blow up doll,
elevated into a dummy **** toy...
n'ah...
              i might be crazy...
or...
                this is the sanity report
of a crazy world...
care to put that statement to a roulette,
or a draw of cards?
well...
   when i don't gamble...
                               i always "gamble";
here's to making monsters!
   sláinte mhaith
                  (slan'ch'eh m'haif!).