such beautiful people come to visit London,
all of them seem to be pouring from the north
of the country...
whether it's Liverpool... Newcastle...
personally? i don't like the people from Manchester...
don't ask me why...
you can't exactly be proud of being from London...
mind you: just cycling past London Bridge
into the fringes of south London and you
get the feeling that you're in a completely different city...
such beautiful people...
i think (therefore i doubt, or rather,
i am certain) that i overshot my mark when i studied
chemistry in Scotland: i should have studied somewhere
in the north of England: even the "ugliest" / neglected
women from up north are beautiful...
all the girls down south are: seemingly stuck up
*******... psychological warfare constant...
with the girls from the north... you smile:
they smile back... you keep eye contact they keep
eye contact...
i feel all fuzzy-hugging bear around them...
i still don't understand why all the men want
to take a selfie with me...
   wasn't i supposed to be this warped introvert
that was afraid to talk?
   i must have a parasitical ego in my head:
a cognitive saboteur... i know i can deal with it
in third person: it can blah blah (the ego) all it wants...
but i catch it off guard... and... my countenance
balances it out...
      
i really have a soft spot for 1980s pop music...
i almost forgot that
the more popular song by Nik Kershaw was:
wouldn't it be good...
rather than: the riddle...
   every 10 minutes a walk down down the aisle...
and she was sitting so far away...
but she still managed to catch my eye...
smiled the prettiest of smiles...
i smiled back: did i show her my pristine set
of marble of my teeth?
i didn't wink at her like Odin might...
i used both my eyes... funny...
it looked sort of like this... anime:

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                    (my eyes were sad... but my happy lips
pulled up the sadness, raven hair... eyes as softened
and brown as a Van Morrison song...)

funny that...

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the face of man: implies... three crescent moons...
i don't think Chinese ideograms could
possibly master this simplicity...
three moons cover the exactness of the ******
expression of man...

can you eat sushi while walking?
disposing of the wasabi, the pickled ginger...
the soya sauce?! apparently you can...
i just did... by the time i got to the bus stop
i already ate the raw fish and the rice...
i had 10 minutes spare to drink a bottle of cider
and smoke my 3rd cigarette of the day...

and behind me? in the world war I memorial?
a fight of totems!
a crow was chasing a fox... the fox didn't want to have
a fight...
mesmerising... the crow managed
to chase the fox into the shadows and the night...
only yesterday i started to focus on a little detail:
how my cycling shadow disappears
into: merges with the shadow of trees...
i'm there: i'm not... i'm there: i'm not...

every time these girls from up north visit
London i fall in love... but...
it's unlike the sort of way i used to love in with...
it's more cautious... measured...
****'s sake... i should have studied at Newcastle...
Liverpool...
by the attitude of these women?
i would have been married by now...
i would have been paying off a mortgage by now...
i would be taking Matthew Jr. to a football match...

yet here i am... strapped to London...
and... the whole world is here!
die totum.... die ganze welt ist hier!
alles zungen!
            alles! ist hier!

                          the perfect job when you're writing
on the side...
money comes in from the south...
money flies off to the north...
i know the terrible is coming:
the mortality of my parents...
i'll help around the garden...
the house...
but?!
       looking at these people...
from the north of England... Stoke-on-Trent...
the closest to me will die...
and they will die... i think i will disappear...
whatever "friends" i had... i never had any...
i prefer strangers...
i prefer new connections...
what reason would i have if the gods not telling me:
as i was burning bridges in a dream:
i wouldn't be burning bridges in reality...
i prefer strangers because:
there's no point to make oneself familiar with
friendly shackles: friendship shackles...
there's only that cordial... informal...
neighbourhood stranger... oh hello...
that's enough! that's plenty!

a crow attacking a fox... for territory...
imagine that...
i never thought that crows could become
so territorial: *******...
apparently they can... the audacity to attack
a fox...

an early night... some clementine(s)...
life is actually worth living:
even toward its most painful last... breath...
people are beautiful...
some get more... some get less...
just believe that only the gods can ever become
jealous: or rather, only one god was ever jealous....
only one god undermined all the other Semitic gods...
because... the same crown-prince of the Semitic gods
could never undermine the gods of the Gentiles...
or "eat them"... since... the Gentile alphabet is
still here... ergo?
  self-explanatory...

i'm wishing that i get to flirt with the girls from
Nottingham tomorrow...
i don't want the girls from Huddersfield...
then again: anything north of Watford is...
juicy oyster, by oyster, by count of oyster...
by count of no oyster...
        they smile: you smile...
    hell... bonus points when they pucker up
the courage and end up wanting to kiss your cheeks
or stroke your beard...

northern girls are so... so... so... so...
love-struck! i love the northern longing!
to play chess blind!
to play backgammon with broken fingers!
to play cards with origami!
           cheeky little *******...
                     every time i look at them
i feel like being a stepfather to strangers...
i know: it's not a welcome sentiment...
but then again... would it be a welcome sentiment
to have when the Manchester Arena bombing happened?!