i just need to know that far more teenage
girls are *******...
and that...
     that i have a tortilla wrap waiting for
me at the end of a drinking session ...
that's all i need to know...
             the rest?
   squashed watermelons / tomatoes...
or whatever else,
makes you see red /
                                    a charging bull.
- and why would i want to live a life
equivalent to the ontological reality
of repeat... old **** gets all the young *****?
why?
              the chance of failure...
coupled with responsibility of
marriage, subsequently the inability
to inact the temptetation?
             where,
is, this, supposed,
      "fruit of temptetion"?
       where is it?!
                   is it,
as much of a myth as utopian
eden, given,
that, this "fruit"
is the instigator base for
a creeping utopia?
       where... where...
where is this... "fruit of temptation"?
when i'm nearing dead,
is that where?
         try that tactic with
a walking abortion...
  an extension of abortion,
an incel...
                     try that....
come again?
                    what were you talking
about?
and then the people wonder
why some grizzly escapes from
the confines of the taming
argument...
perhaps...
  shouldn't have *******
the wrong person
at the wrong time, eh?
maybe that's the problem...
oh... don't worry...
                       deers are culled;
problem?
            i hope i cited
the problem to begin with...
now i'm to be taught a lesson
in arithmetic?!
   **** me...
well... let's begin with the mirror's
worth of 0, negation...
i'm still more inclined to give
a **** about the end of
this drinking session
and the tortilla in my lap...
so...
what's this grand revival of
"being" bothered?