to get drunk... that some cats have
a fascination with ice-cubes...
that i like riding my bicycle
like i might like having
an umbrella opened when it has
been shoved up my ***...
for the rainbow of plethora...
reasons unknown...
amnesty within details: unknown
origin... Trojan...
     but now it's most certainly
a joy from riding a bicycle
that can "overcome"
what's knitty-gritty of:
peering down a peddling on gas...
gears, churn... charge...

bicycle man...
less... grow a beard... or pepper on your chest...
grow... a... *******... niqab!
beside ether of effort...
grow a pair of ******* and a team-up
for a bollocking... which is like...
church bells ringing in m'ah hears...

language limitations and
now... not now... here... but there's not card-folding...
the bicycle...
the ghost limb extensions...
crisp with ivory...
it's not like it's the 20th century
where you go somewhere
and take the thrill pill...

         because unknowing...
not by consensus standards...
but because of them...
crab **** and also... bucket / boquette

yes... the mythological blonde...
like i have a mythology of my own...
the beard like pretending to be playing
a violin... **** me... by now it's almost a cello...
and there's a mythological chin in the bush...
as there's a mythological jawline...

if i were to own a horse...
if i were a stamp-collector (and there's a specific noun
for "him")...
if i owned a car...
but more importantly: if i owned a horse...
coming to seizing the sight of Thames
on foot... just before
the Dartford Crossing...
in the murky waters of almost teasing
sea-salt-gross-air...

but then the same, likewise...
time shortened... on my ******* donkey's
worth of a horse that's a bicycle...
expediency tool two feet:
follow...
no... more than that...
commentary on societal post-soviet
resurrection of
the slavic people would never adopt
communist mantras...
perhaps the Mao schooled chin-skits might...
the Mongols?

of course the super-individualistic
germanic cohort would never...
blah blah... for the pockets of resistance...

for once in my life i don't
want to write, or drink...
bicycle for a horse... ready...
tomorrow... readied...
off we go... to find the justifying number
of ghouls!