2022... oh dear me: how much i gained from the pandemic
while so many people suffered...
i truly came into my element... i feel like a whirlwind...
like a ******* hurricane...
my heart is a sparrow and a cage and the sparrow
has rabies and the cage is rusty...

what a glorious summer! i'm not in love but i'm also
in love! i'm not in love with any girl...
and i'm in love with my self... actually:
i'm just self-accepting, self-forgiving...
                 that Walter Sickert exhibition did wonders
to me...
the fact that i cycled all the way from Romford
to Tate Britain by ol' father Thames added to the effect...
the fact that i was being checked out
by this one girl in particular...
who came with her "cousin" and most certianly
at least one grandma...
    
   of course i didn't make a move! where's the thrill
of thought when you make "chess" moves?!
i'm a card-player... i like other thrills...
short-term thrills...
   i don't like making moves to equate into
consequences and responsibilities...
the hazardous creature that i am:
        i know my dues...
                        done and tested...
i said NO to one girl telling me:
oh... i just want to grow old and watch the news
on the t.v. with someone...
like **** i'm going to that...
can i invest my attention span in clamouring
into clouds?!
or pretending to play chess looking
at a brick wall?!
or looking at the Ancient of Days in
the bark, branches and leaves of trees?!

i was walking back from the shop... geared up...
had my beef mince... my mushrooms...
my youngling celery...
i already had all the other ingredients
for a... a more diluted Bolognaise sauce...
i like more juices in my Bolognaise...
most people make Bolognaise really thick...
there's no sauce... i hate that...
it's like over-cooked pasta...
            
as long as the sauce is decently seasoned with
bay leaves, all spice pods... paprika...
pepper... salt... ketchup... oddly enough...
fresh chillies...
                    what else did i use?
**** on me...
                        hmm... i'm scratching my head about
to scratch my ***** but refraining...
aha! mixed herbs... mixed Italian dried herbs...
dried basil, dried rosemary, dried thyme...
dried oregano...
  Bolognaise all slurp-y... soup life...
why? it's hot... need more red wine need more
Passata...
   need at least one can of plum potatoes...

fair enough in winter time... but during the summer
months... you need a Bolognaise sauce that's
almost a soup... not not really a soup...
since it's still a Bolognaise sauce... and not a soup...

oh man... i felt like a boss walking
with all the ingredients from the supermarket...
of all the people that bought their concert Red Hot Chilli Pepper
t-shirts from@ whenever it was...
how many will gladly walk around in them?!
zilch... 0... nada...
                  i was wearing mine today...
idiotic *******...
                      
   then crossing the street...
a mongrel poo... a tender looking dog came running
up to me...
  dearest limp of a missing limb...
licking my wounds... my tattoos of plums...
almost picked him up...
while within a second a girl ran up to
me and stated: we've been trying to catch him
for almost half an hour...
Hades... he, who adorns himself with animals...
          
     and no...
   it's impossible for me to like Ed Sheeran...
right now i'm listening to KORTEZ: z imbirem -
with ginger...
i've drank enough..
       i'm just going through the cinema
of my memories...
       it only takes one song...
to undermine Ed Sheeran's performance...

it was great... but it was also... VANILLA...
ICE ICE baby...
i'm sort of reliving the Red Hot Chillio Pepper
Performance and i'm dazed...
first day they opened up with Can't Stop...

second day they opened up
up with Around the World...
that's that's i'm currently listening to...
my god... the second day was such a better playlist...
no Scar Tissue... did they play Californication?
i'm pretty sure they didn't play Under The Bridge...

it's a band man! the energy of the drummer:
Chuck! Chuck! Chuck!
the energy of the bass player! my god the compliments
for the heart of the band with the guitarist...
the romantic: the Aramis...
i'm releasing to the crescendo of Around the World
and i'm like... poker faced me on call...
but now that i have a t-shirt i'm going mildly wild...

seriously... drizzle some anger-salt on me and
with Around the World crescendo?!
i'd be *******: gone... gone...
that's wwhy Ed Sheeran is so un-impressive to me...
one ginger **** after another...
          mate... you need a drummer!
a rascal bassist... an emotional guitarist...
and an altogether together vocalist...
to hell with the Beatles...

   the Beatles had a ****** bass player...
most bands have ****** bass players...
     i level up! i like bands with good bass players...
rhythm guitar(s) my ***... i need bass...
i need a reiteration of the Quintent of Jazz..
you hear me?
              i'm reliving a dream...
i went to a Red Hot Chilli Pepper gig for free...
and i wasn't in love with a girl...

to hell with me ******* prostitutes...
thank god they're o.c.d. about s.t.d.s....
because humid is bad hygiene...

seriously though, Ed Sheeran is vanilla...
when it come to the opening crescendo
of Red Hot Chilli Peppers' of AROUND THE WORLD...
******* vanilla... the shared energy is...
insatiable... oh man...
the shared energy of a band...
he's great... he's great... he's great...
but a band is a band...

        boom: boom boom boom....
and then the strobe lighting... like lightning...
no matter what man alone and what stage...
a band is a band..
with the Red Hot Chilli Peppers the Beatles
are historical relics... leftovers...
seriously... they are...

               i'm more prone to reference myself
toward King Crimson... from staged
zeitgeist era...

DEATH TO THE LUMBERJACK CRITIC!