wemb (title): too-t'ah (body) for a 502 bad gateway bypass....

sometimes, no, almost always: you need to feel like
a tool, to feel you're alive!
for the greater good, for the higher purpose....
so long i attempted a solo project:
and what did that bring me? despair!
no more!

manchmal, nein, fast immer: du brauchen zu
fühlen wie ein werkzeug, gefühl du bist leben!
für die / der(?) größer gut, für die höherzwieck...

die zeppeline ar kommen!
die zeppeline ar kommen!
            even if i could express some things in English...
i would most certainly substitute them with:
a historical bias of etymology...
they're called the Anglo-Saxons for a a reason...
they're not called the Anglo-Swabians...
or the Anglo-Pomeranians...

i'm no ******* native, at best i could pass off as
a spy... for whom? open answers... anyone
& everyone... working a football match ground:
i'm pretty sure there's a hierarchy of those involved...
i like this indoctrination into how things, "things" work...

i will speak, try to, German whenever i think
the English language has done a "runner" scenario...
when the minority is overtaking the majority...
we can't have minority subjects of the crown subjugating
the majority of the crown to their ******* "instigations"
of law revisionism...
can we?
        
             i will drift into vaterzunge from time to time...
because... speaking English in England is...
hardly enough... learning some Romanian helps....
some Serb might too... but my most prized asset
is... writing some gibberish in Deutsch(e)...

for me it's a learning curve... to boot....
i stroke my beard, pretend to plasy a violin...
everyone's happy... they get to go home safely....
while i get enough hours of drinking and writing
to satiate my hunger for...
the sort of conversations i will, never, ever have with others:
rather, i will have to have them with, myself:
within the confines of myself ...

beard.. patriarch figurine... i love it... it's so little, yet it's so much....
when in ***** i was referred BY a woman AS a man...
mind the man, insert a girl's name...
i think i became a man... overnight...
prior to i was invisible... prior to i had
merely ***-bush decorating my face...
apparently no stubble...
now... now i look somewhat presentable,
formidable... authority stricken....
even though i'm still merely a pawn...
sure... but a pawn with a narrative...
look at me... why am i so content?
perhaps... because i'm living in split platitudes...

whatever the reason.... i'm not the drunk cowering
in his foothills of his own demise at a bus-stop,
i haven't eaten since 1:30am... i'm devouring a two piece
chicken, fries & drink very much sober, waiting
for the ladt bus to take me home...

i worked, even though working didn't feel much like working...
just minding the spectators...
i'm a bachelor... i'm freed from obligations...
i write sparingly, in my spare time...
if i'm not happy... then i shouldn't be alive... period...
i also allow myself to drink excessively...
i could be dead come tomorrow,
and you know what?
i might blink... "think" otherwise...
but, at the same time, would i really, have to?
have to care?!

my answer resounds within the echoed confines
of... NO;
now... prescribe yourself with
the echo of NO... rather than nie, niet or nein;
last time i heard... vowels don't allow themselves
to be echoed...
you can echo an A... only if it's coupled with the surd
H... formulated as a sigh... sigh... si-.... -igh... -igh...   -igh.
ooh! ah!

   just me... reading into the chants of crowds...
it's almost like i never left the *******
ferris wheel!

- roboter: funktion!
- jawohl, mein überlegen!

never, in a million years, would i think myself  as this:
compliant... then again... it's supposedly mandatory to wear
a face-mask on public transport in England...
you put that ******* niqab muzzle on me... one more ******* time...
i'll ******* bite your ***, spread some covid-rabies;
savvy?