the magic of advertisement... it's not like i would drink the beer being advertißed... beer sure... but what's being sold?
i could be drinking a really expensive whiskey... an irish whiskey... but... i'm no ******* connoisseur... give me the base-bust of the cheap ****... and i'll rap you the drunk's rhapsody...
closet skeleton and king rat that i am... not sycophancy prone... the bass! the horns! and we have, 'ere... something better than any thelonious monk's big band jazz: & orchestra... it worked pretty well with the quintet and the quartet... jazz would never be so limited as the power-3 of guitar, bass and drums... you need the piano at some point... and if not the horn taking front-stage... because saxophone jazz is more difficult that you'd be led to believe...
i mean: i can stomach *******' brew more than i will ever entertain: a love supreme...
the first one was a hit: to begin with... the syllables of the three prince charming(s) the bud frog, the wise frog, the err frog...
wiseguys: say ooh la la... say so... c'mon c'mon...
coupon brigade! the adversts didn't want me to buy the beer... sooner or later i'd be glugging down a kosher's goat slit of: the cider bottle turned up... and gravity: did what gravity did best... making the equal playing field: no better acorn from the bad tree... still the plateau of the impeding fall...
why would i buy more... budweiser? they brew... making ******* from what the europeans use to compensate the bland rye or wheat... they use hops... not from rice we were ever to be born... but the advert cleaved into my like a mantis... perhaps not because of the song... but the frogs of the three syllables: bud-wise-err...
****** rice... bleach and other detergent fermentor *****-whips of beijing... scared city and... believe it or not... the vatican library was treated as such... before the nag hammadi library... was a chimera doberman and rottweiler let loose... without anyone minding...
henry westons' cider... my... point of docking to: two solid feet about to make a tango into a patchwork of a waffle....
i could drink really expensive alcohol... i could... to tease the buds of: spring without spring... but... i just care about drink and in that: i bring spring with me! because i'm quiet fond of the drunk qui: une... je and moi... i drink and the imaginary drum-kit comes out as i wait to: pressure listening to a beat with my idle hands that are still waiting for the devil to wake up from a slumber as i click-click-and-wait-for-maggot-bait... it's no piano: this alphabet of: shouldn't we blind-teach the alphabet as not: a b c d e f g h i... and more q w e r t y u i o p... and how: if you're not going to become a juggling schizoid bilingual... you need one tongue to speak... two eyes to see and read... and, most effectively: two hands to write? since we've abandoned the concept of hand-writing?
the sinkin sensation of throwing a stone into a lake; breaking the mirror - unlike throwing a stone into a river: completely uninterrupted - or a the sea - faking faking faking: if only it was about putting on clown make-up...
the sensation of throwing a stone into a lake with it skimming / skipping before the anchor moment of the SINKing... while you remained shackled to the shore... and the sand doesn't eat you up... the forever standing wishing to fall... the stone the heart... if only it was that easy... the labyrinth the straitjacket of the mind grieving... what's to be expected: mostly it isn't...
i won't be drinking the beer... god forbid... once upon a time it was... down to... the muscles from brussels... jean-claude van ****... ****: van damme... salute to: coors light... the magic of movies is... well... long gone... when the editorial process took over with its epileptic editing of scenes - multitasking... what of the ol' movies and the panoramic stage: lasting at least a minute... before the horses... came into contact with cowboy hats, the reins and stirrups!
british *** bonanza on: ****** ibiza... or some other island in the mediterranean: i was never a part of... i could be drinking expensive *****... and... love the taste... but i'm more of a co-op whiskey brand leech... the threshold is passed and i forget inhibited sober moi... and the price is... pointless minding the same bass beginning... i quiet like the drunk me - no amount of anorexic champagne will bother me: to... do whatever is not necessary...
a twist then... the current song chosen by the coors light advert? swimming in snow? no jean-claude van damme?
FooR x Majestic x Dread MC - Fresh (Official Video)... will i be buying some coors light beer? when the wiseguys came out to support the graeae frogs: the syllables bud-wise-err... did i buy more budweiser? i was a teen... i probably did... but then... i read the label... you're making ***** from rice and not a note of hops? ***** ching and changer blood bribe...
if i'm not going to buy the beer... because... eh... 18.66 stones on 6ft2... doesn't look that much walrus... as... a fresh cucumber chinese soup that all i've eaten today... the better excuse is: thick bones... but alcohol is... or becomes: lazy muscle... it's bloat: but it's not blubber... fat...
apparently 18K people know this reference point... me buying budweiser or coors light is like me buying fat-free yogurt... not going to happen... thank god whiskey is not supposed to be meddled with "light" alternatives...
to have found oneself curating for the most fickle crowd - happily donning the solo project... to drink without a self to drag along... to "later mention": to be a shadow boxer or a stair-chaser on all fours... to be a meddling cat owner... whatever the name is deserved... the tombstone silence: an expansion of a yet to be written epitaph by a stranger... i imagine... and there have been several graveyards i've visited... finding a grave with an epitaph... is a bit like finding a unicorn... then again... there was a nietzsche and his book of aphorisms... which probably exhausted the chance for a many a people to gravestone gravity their past and currency of a present "now"... with a escape from both names and dates of birth and blessed death-day... an epitaph... but not unless you are on a diet of someone else's maxims... truths that probably never come into a fruition... as: foremostly observed... too... and secondly... in concordance of agreed to.