title: **** job
body:
/odds up/
\down
to margin\ 502 bypasss

my, oh my, my my... aren't you turning into an interesting creature... you could have written this long exchange in a single paragraph... why were you trying to probe my absence, by this... strange... un-rhyming reiteration, i logged off for a kipper... some sleep... i had the most amazing dream snoozing between 8am and 9am... i dream in words... i hear more than i see in dreams... i was complaining: but i have to get transportation from Baker Street to Putney Bridge... the joke of the dream was that i only had to walk about a mile... dreams... not reality... i'm pretty sure Baker St. isn't that close to Putney Bridge...oh hey... don't worry... i'm going to go for a hands off approach... i'm not going to try to manipulate you... you do you... i was merely implying: i tried idealism before... it seriously got me to... nowhere... you what? what "true" and "ideal"? never mind: "true ideal" when the words are coupled...  believe me when i tell you: believe all you want, when it comes to women... i'm not manipulating you... i'm not a woman... women manipulate... i'm not going to persuade you... there's no need, or point... i don't think it was me... i still like the idea: woman! ******! brilliance! amazing! she's not an astronaut, though... amazing! motherhood is a "job"... like plumbing is... fatherhood! ha ha... ah ha ha... i would have greatly appreciated your response if you left one long-*** paragraph... but... such is the imperfections of this world: i forgive you... even though there's nothing to forgive... just a pet-peeve... pedantry's antics... they always come to the fore... no... categorically: NO... Sylvia Plath... Clarice Lispector... that's the only two women in my personal library... no, i'm not going to read women write, since? i don't want to become contaminated by what people think... since... i've seen how women behave... yeah... i read books... my favourite is... Bertrand's Russell's History of Western Philosophy... and... Wittgenstein's Tractatus... you know: the part where he mentions misnomers... opening the tractatus with an insult against the thesaurus?! yeah, that's fun... there's a woman in me? what a weird question... is there a man in you? i came out of a woman's body... so... a woman's body produces... *****?! is that what you're saying? i have an ego's worth of a ***** wriggle... obviously i'm not a headless cockroach rummaging out Apocalyptic woodwork... but... taking the stance... all women... no men involved... that's... putting the wrong sort of pressure on... what could have been the right sort of argument... sure... you and this "ideal woman"  of yours... just wait... as a warning... wait for the Mantis to come out... just wait... i won't be there... i won't need to be... but you will be... oh... i'm sort of building up a mind-set of a Jihadi... i'm sort of making death a parody invoked: quasi-death... i don't mind... you feel scared? you, want me to hold your hand? i'm sort of looking for war... thank god it's knocking from Ukraine... i'm actually travelling to Poland on the 5th to see what the news outlets are up to... i'm thinking about joining the army... eh... this current job doesn't have enough thrills.. plenty of promises... not enough
Kalashnikovs... i'm looking for something to speed up my mortality... women sort of stopped cutting the chops when it came to.... thrills... i don't think that you slide back into "that *****" when you die... the abyss of time is... of space... is not so biologically temporal as a woman's testicles... come to thik of it... now i see where you're coming from... we're not on the same planet... even though we might try to pretend to be; oh... i'm ready to die... i've just drank 3 rows of toasting her... she has always been the other sort of mother... i don't think her skull ditto-gob ever mentioned her having a safety pouch of a ****** to **** my way back into... a "return"... via teeth, via bone... no no... much harsher...  but it's nice... that you... sort of... inquired.

2nd invested in return on a boy'oh...
    invested in return? oh... you mean...
no return policy? a waste of time?
i had one of these, those...
             waste of time...
                         sort of wish:
if they were only born Russian...
what men they could have been made into...
what a waste of time, prior...
to make-up for deciding factions...
the pieces are moving...
it's nice to see pieces moving...
i might have cared, once...
recently? no... sorry...
                you had your fun:
while i haven't... do i give one toss's away
from Armageddon? no!
let it burn! let... chaos... reign!