.yeah... and all i'm armed with is a U2 song from a batman movie, a teaspoon and a cat, which i rub its nose with to let it fall asleep, and the antithesis of the h'american export of: see, but don't touch type of brothel ownership, counter measure *******, thepatriotnurse... i am well aware of using a sligshot, how about that? oh... and that teaspoon in putting a cat to sleep... and i also have an arsenal of hindu spices... not armed quiet enough... h'america for the casual european is like the ******* moon... it's unworkable... infeasible... it was never going to work... with me post-soviet readied outreach hound, armed with only 100 years of freedom.... and now this... "integration" into, whatever was once called, an english society.

ever see that "trick",
accomplished by a man
wielding a teaspoon,
a cat...
rubbing its nose...
a man, wielding
a teaspoon
rubbing a cat's
nose with it...
                     SA'LEM!
       - and turning on
fm classical music
radio?
        me neither...
i just ate some oven cooked
beef...
   and a hot cross bun
with the "intestines"
of a blueberry yogurt
and butter...
        while thinking
of h'america...
monaco from the top,
poland from the bottom,
some blue in between...
and some fiddly bits
worth of stars...
  god and almost almighty...
thepatrioticnurse...
   well...
once a fan of
****** with
video cameras...
           now...
     somewhat caring
for opinion...
    but just imagine...
you came a man,
with a spoon,
attempting to sooth a cat
to sleep,
by...
    eating a hot cross bun,
rubbing the cat's nose
with the spoon
in order for it to fall asleep...
  joy:
and here's to having children!