isn't writing this, "brand new" ,
  and shiny red button
that flags up, for delay...
   where h.p. sauce
means just that:
houses of parliament
on your full english?
no?
   here's a word play -

                                            dasein "vs."
                                                        sein da...

anti-global rhetoric,
journalistic class
of... whatever you call them...
branded leeches,
propagandists, etc.,

            dasein:
which probably invokes
an english innovative
of: there's being...

                   no **** sherlock!
come again, though...

              being, there...

ah!
that big sigh of "relief"
             last time i checked there
were no objective counter-measures
to cipher the journalistic
bollcoks either "being" or,
to be frank, either "a": "there"...

i might be wrong about
the paella from madrid...
but i'm not from madrid",
or anywhere close to "it"...
am i?

                  if games is all you want...
well, come on over,
play my one...
  i'm as clueless as you are:
i don't know the rules...
let's figure it out between us...
savvy?
tom hanks did the great
job of playing the idiot...
the more i drink,
the more i envision myself
strapped to the comforts
of a seat provided by a dentistry
practitioner...
schmiles all round...

         it's one thing to ****
up the german,
and another to inherit its ****
origins...
  i quiet like the latter...
given the anglican interlude
of ('s) - that possessive article /
multiplier essence...

  of whatever
*diedunkelzungehabenzusagen...
you want to study
chemistry...
might as well read some deutsche...
2, 4-dinitrophenylhydrazine:
looks pretty much sterile
(i.e. german)...
     now we can begin the surgery...
(the dark tongue had to say)...
woops came the *******
in a bull-strap and boxing technique
practice tangle... ha ha.

i mean it thought:
da-sein...
                      da-       there
sein-        being
           and the minor english revision:
there's being...
                beside the german
    existentialists...
the french ones should get it:
less... concern... presence...
now? borrowed from the 20th
century goliath centurions?
eh...
                 "it's", whatever "it" it is,
is merely "there"...
  but rather: it's there...
whatever copernican sense that makes...

but me, i'm more interested in:
sein-da...
                         the whole journalistic
contra to poetics,
akin to the philosophical
contra to, poetics...
               the whole "being", "there"...
i like that...
i like that a lot...
   i think i'll make that my fetish...
beginning with:
once you forget about
sharpening knifes...
you end up thinking about
the blutness of a hammer
and, subsequently,
the bluntness of the nailhead
                            (nagelkopf)...

well... if heidegger and nietzsche
were all about "philosophißing"
with a hammer...
      might i add: you'll still be required
a nail;
and if i'm not the nail:
they're no more a hammer
than as much as nothing more
than a ******* toothpick;
now hammer this nail in
with a toothpick...
   and all things aside: good luck.

and for all its worth,
philosophy, logic...
blah-blah blah-blah blah-blah-blah-blah...
but philosophy sometimes
deviates from the mundane
ask of logic,
and tickles the presence
of poetics,
after all...
you can't exactly attack
a poet and a rhetorician
of politics simultaneously...

i.e. heidegger's hammer?
it's a metaphor...
describing the possibility
of two construction site
labourers being able
to discuss philosophical topics
while also making their
round of the routine...
    **** me... it's come to this...
asking whether two gym bros
can discuss philosophy
while pumping iron?
the same "menial" task
attached at the chimera hip
of these siamese twins...
           but not really...
          
   the labourers have hope....
gym bros?
                  not exactly...
i personally found more intelligence
in the proper meat-heads...
in a slipknot moshpit
than in these...
            pump-iron-mosher-non-clue;
or whatever the hell
is "trendy" come tomorrow.