drink about: just enough... it's not a litre of ol' jack... it's not whiskey it's not ms. Audrey Auburn... or... that Baltic stone...
bursztyn...
Latvian declension... say what? amber... that's that stone... Wittgenstein and the limits of language... i thought this was an atomised endeavour...
then again... i'm not worried about an absolute good... a relative good... or a trivial good... it's not even about: it feels... if it's good it probably implies: back into my placebo solipsism i go: curl... "hide"... the least of the other is by my standard: the only relevant... good... how i abhor confrontations how i avoid them: i have made a life out of it..
so... just enough drinking... too much smoking... and i've written, only, this... well... i blame memory... i've spent too much time in that cinema... i'm not some Goethe, some patriarch... on a deathbed with a stereotypical cascade of: life cascading before my eyes... i already see the end... the pagan way... taking it myself... overpowering the lateness of death...
i drank just enough i smoked too much and... in all fairness... i wrote: am writing... the bare minimum to pass this night off as: well invested... in...
Wittgenstein and the limitations of language... chose a different topic... i hear these moral arguments concerning women... like... will there: should there, be... a hope for improving these... under the flourishing freedoms... these.... sleeper-sociopaths?
long gone are the days when a man would crawl back into his mother's ******* to remind himself of being somewhat tadpole... my advent of self-gratification... compensation... ******* a tear along with that genocide of ***** not off-loaded to a bank of sorts... since nearing 36 i'm finally getting bored of the whole design of piston works and a bony imitation ****...
sifting through the faces along a route from the outer reaches of the M25 teasing at st. paul's cathedral... long ago there would be a song akin to... stereotype me... chris isaak's wicked game...
tonight? i ended up drinking enough, smoking too much and remembering just about: plenty... origins of imagination are not the same as the origins of: well no ought no thought: language is altogether limited, no? but i can't fathom the letters for the intricacy of a sparrow song... i can't write you a ******* onomatopoeia for that sound....
i'll be the first to lament... the fact that... it's impossible to fall it love... love in the old sense of allowing some tenderness... kissing the eyelids of a *******... so much for attempting to still glorify being that ideal love...
we won't be hurting from any new love songs... mind you... the girls will continue to sing about: party on! i don't mind; Darwinism outside the anglophone world is... distasteful... mildly arrogant... Darwinism is true... but there's all that existential cafe ******* to mind having a summary akin to: yes... everything has a reason, everything has a purpose... nature abhors vacuums...
i abhor Darwinism for the sake that it suggests itself as being all-encapsulating... it's ontology, it's etymology... it's the ******* trust i put into traffic... all as one... oh but i out a lot of trust into traffic... only today i was "mindless"... a speeding demon via Bow...
i keep myself being childless with welcome distractions... other people... the monuments can stand: for purpose of presumption and / or... otherwise... but peoples' faces... mostly rigid... proper thesis of cubism... poker psy-op inviting...
only today i admired ancient Rome with the t.v. spectacle of Domina... they were really... liberal... in the classical sense... weren't they? surrogacy was a big "thing" for them? to be a man... and raise a child... that's not your own... to employ the tactics of... close-closeted-encountered.... you scratch my back i'll scratch yours... Gargantua... favouritism of relations... there was never sly hand... involved? *****-please! back the **** away! what's the proper term? nepotism?!
oh? so it's agreed, upon... there's a tinge of nepotism i might have to work around like it's supposedly Russia? and Russia is bad...
yes... Russian is bad... i will not speak i will not write their cheap-***** Cyrillic when, otherwise... Greek might be attested... 5 years under **** Germany... better... best... bitterest most: than... that cringe of Bolshevik ****! and i'm an extension... part of the ****** plethora... sink 'em... the Russians... into the cauldron of the Caucasus... in with them... along with the Ottomans...
the 1990s market for love song..... when the if: idealism of woman was still available.... rummaging in **** associated with: sunset, sunrises... why are these muslim teen girls... doubling up on pretend shy...
i can't help being a tinge of traffic.... she no Yoko Ono... but for the purpose of my... me... wetting the *****-nilly... just a thought: consecration on the formidable... posit of junction...
i'm not supposedly not speaking english... hello... the end... no hello... i'm bound to,,, all that's left: the twaffiic!