sometimes... language... coherent... (a) formal use of language disappears: almost "suddenly"... otherwise the drinking just took over and there's that period of relaxation like no other... oh sure... somehow also comes along... with references... and perhaps how i'm to "feel" about it... feel through it... think around it... per usual...

i wouldn't say i'm addicted to *******...
**** me: call me / call my squire!
i'm addicted to something... "something":
some... thing...
if i ever watch a ***** flick i tend to be picky...
something Italian... from the 1970s...
all this modern crap
of: the battle against the homosexuals
is...
can an oyster gulp up whittle richard...
can mussel circumcise me...
but also play the role of barber
and... play pretend when a monk's
kippah... tonsure... is... presented
before an audience of skin-jets... heads...
**** me... one typo after another...
i never liked ******* in the way
it ought to be... supposedly...ingested...
if ever watching a flick...
the sound's off...
i can't hear: i can see... but i can't hear...
it bothers me less so not being
in a ******* pact...
otherwise... just nudes...
average looking girls...
not *****-stars... average girls...
windmill types...
the ones that take nudes and make you
wonder: did i just genocide a part of me
looking at those *******... tentacles...
****... tentacles...
grassroots: the saying goes...
when a woman has all such freedom
to explore her sexuality...
while men are limited...
to have so... few... freedoms...
ahem...
             who and who isn't and why
aren't they ******?
spoken by a man who has
visited a brothel... once or twice...
thrice... ****... i don't remember
the count!
i'm not keeping one!
either way... one *******... over
a harem of nuns... virgins... in
that... Muslim illusion of how
eternity begins...
i just like those... used... eyes...
used? expecting eyes...
the experience is there...
i can turn into a tender care-bear...
keep a conscience while the whole world
moralises said event (going to a brothel):
otherwise!

it will still not counter my... 2nd?
love-at-first-sight... Priya...
my ex-girlfriend's daughter...
when i first saw her i was 17... she might:
must have been... 15...
teen... lust...
        i was... enamoured...
engulfed... swallowed... eating myself
like some random slices of sushi...
i was inside the whale...
like the prophet i forget the name of...
forget? on purpose...

years later my ex- took a picture of me
and her sister in a bar...
we're giggling... we're laughing...
he have something curating our presence...
it's she who remarked:
he always wears clothes in earthly hues...
i do...
brown suede shoes...
grease of green pigment in the trousers...
some mahogany t-shirt...

all these blues... whites and blues...
jeans... black corruptions...
i wear clothes in order to look like...
a... tree!
i like to dress to dress being fathomed as:
somehow... forgettable...

oh... dearest Priya...
if only i didn't go out with your elder sister...
"make" her lose my virginity to me...
what a best... of all ******-up worlds this
could have been:

i still don my: Lagerfeld tactic...
wear the same ****... over and over again
until... it becomes fashionable...
i'm attired in the blessings of autumn...
of trees...

the pinky & my ring fingers
are growing numb....
i'm supposedly ageing...
but of course i'll drink to the excesses of
what my body allows...
ha ha... death to H'america!
Iran... & proud...
how every people "sort of"...
end up putting up a most pristine...
****-show...
like precursor Afghanistan...
Iraq,...
          Libya....
                 ha ha... "vietnam"?
do good child...
let me have all the slurpers &
sloppers...