the usual start to a night without promise...
a googlewhack...
this time...

                     gansang gawoosh...

i'm getting pretty good at these...
i sit for a while and... mind's blank...
it's not writer's block per se...
but it's just...
being absorbed by inanimate things
that fills me contempt for:
that i can write coherent language:
but that... there's no story...

well then...
                     gansang gawoosh

i would most certainly find solving
a su doku more relaxing:
right about now...
perhaps i invested too much of myself
in juggling a private
conversation with four: very different
women...

perhaps all that work in the garden:
i was bemoaning some days earlier
how: the "chess" of rearranging
objects in my possession...
my father's (esp.) split between two
sheds while i was making room
to make: room for my bicycle...

moving the lawnmower from one shed
to another... rearranging
the chainsaw to lying rather than
standing up-right...
very tedious "chess"...
perhaps i'm just not in a mood to be
my own radio d.j. perhaps the algorithm
isn't coughing up enough new:
worthwhile suggestions...
perhaps there isn't just that much new
music to listen to...

if i'm scraping the bottom of the barrel
while listening to: after the fire's der kommissar...
i really am... scraping the bottom of
the bucket... a crab bucket...

i'll just put it down to: oh... just one of those days...
perhaps if i reached for my usual outlets
of inspection: etymology...
orthography...

perhaps if i conjure up a 2nd googlewhack
i'll feel better: it's not that i feed awful...
just disengaged...
but it's not like i'm writing...
Kronos...
  Witold Gombrowicz's pseudo-anecdotes...
written in something resembling
Morse code...
Hangul or Katakana is lost on me...
as is Braille & Morse...

i have a rubric from yesterday...
mythology...
fiction...
      history...
journalism.­..
     poetry...
  somewhere in these scales is...
the general purpose of bureaucracy...
filing...
poetry comes closest to journalism:
these days...

   oh these days: that there are these days...
perhaps this is just a lag...
a stalling...
but that's how i see the scales...
open circle...
        perhaps i'll drink too much and
hardly come up with something
worth dedicating myself to:
then again: i think that's already happened...

i became disappointed with

would writing a sentence in German elevate my
morose... deflation?
drink more?
            i'll try:  vergessen du selbst
(forget yourself)...
oddly... in German is not compounded
into a 'yourself'...

maybe just a general cultural malaise...
an extinction of originality...
i will not leave this keyboard & this canvcas
until i don't find yet another
googlewhack..

maybe then... gazpros zoib: two results...
not good enough...
tweak here & there...
well... that wasn't hard...

                   gagpros zoyby....

so much for any intellectual stimulation....
what was that one from yesterday?

          konofale uros
it's so disappointing to...
             make these... out of a billion search results...
you get one... and when you get one...
you... end up scribbling your impetus onto
them on another page....
so you end up slugging behind on
the... search end of the result...

it's fun... but even that becomes boorish after
a while...
a bit better when compared to...
falling asleep while listening to
Christopher Young's Soundtrack...
Hellraiser: Hell-Bound in your speakerss
while you shelter yourself under
the bed-sheets...
or eating a well pickled herring:
since you don't cook herring...
you eat them raw... best... pickled...
you can cook sardines...
you can't exactly eat herrings hot...
it's the Baltic sushi...

today is simply: not a day;
not worth minding... it's best kept
forgotten...
even if drinking to an excess if your "thing"...
then the highlight comes around with...
cleaning up your cat's ****.