the "philospher": and nietzsche...
and what isn't fwench...
or fRench... and that's never
involving a rubric...

a lexicon facade of a ****-down-spiral
of a list of anecdotes to
replace: the grand ****** monologues
of "spatial-temporal" awareness
copernican ****-storm bulls-eye
"quest" n'est-ce pas...

**** me... "i thought"...
an apostrophe and hyphen in one...
neat... bundle?!
i forgot how to trill the R: comma!
a very casual english thing...
the cold... or being numb
when being bit by... the load
of the last suspecting victim...

khaki is no new mustard...
or stale dijon...
like burgundy is the new morterouge...
pink is required for cooking...
then again:
what's not new in terms
of diarrhoea of ****** fudge-packing
corn-bits of skim-reading?

and... hides them inside the confines
of a niqab... because: ninja does
what ninja does both, or best...

i don't expect... but i know...
comb one's hair...  to slide into backing
backwards...
the monarch yawned...
the throng was readied to applause...
and call it: australia secondant!

hong kong became
kim jung yawn and king kong...
darwin was expected to leave
two streets free with traffic...
then the ronin cul de sac of
basic ape logistics becoming:
oops... turvy... of ****! surf!
no... even by darwin's standards...
the free british press...

the tabloids?
       the semi-literate...
               of course i tend to forget...
wham! bam! and thank you cyprus....
for all that you have been welcoming
me to give.... notably
an olive's suntan in the rubric of a tan...
and tow... in the whipping of
getting the proper sexed-up tanning...

simon says... die hard will not,
become an anagram of dire.... i hate crosswords...
die freude! oh joy no joy all and every
other english: smith, **** joy...
**** and the scandal of trotter & co...
says it's called selling a broken clock...
later call it an app. of telling the
big levathian's hour when the das boot is
sinking... according to the theme of the movie...

by the current of the orca hybrid
and all that's sea that will later become ice...
simon says:
  geglaubt!
        eschworen! genäht!
this, cindarella surmount the candle...

the philosopher is without maxims,
is without anecdotes?
the... "philosopher"?
            let us not pour this man any more wine...
he said so sober?
are we to be left agitated by his sober
sensibility... i know what i have been told...
or perhaps he has too many of each...
and each: being none...

the tomb of the submarine...
and that crisp grey of the northen sea
where neither green or blue can both lay claim...
i forget... i tire...
but this i do not regret...

           im die sprache von schatten...
ich geben mein bein: licht!

as anyone still speaking english...
in its origins story...
a fetish for german, prevails.

tora! tora! tora!
           if all the basic building blocks
of: screetch! zombie! serpent!
were mere syllables...

howl's flying castle...
                         the atom of A...
no suffix -lpha... etc.

                   tora! tora! tora!