now that i've had my argument:
i am full:
if i am to have wife and child
i will argue with my mother
first:
for thirst:
oh... princess: my tongue: jeztz!
no tree
in the desert:
please don't ask the dragon
to ask for his tongue
like his master Adam asks
for his ****!

my tongue: his ****...
you give birth
but sometimes you miscarry...
so you give birth
to death...
i sometimes try to imitate
the feminine by not thinking:

like suspending myself
as a gymnast on a guillotine...
i mastered nothing:
except a cynicism concerning humanity:
i am therefore: i think...
what came first?
some of this creativity is rather stupid:
the worm is: the worm
doesn't think about:
thinking, per se....
creation is a ****** god:
evolved is an A.i. project
i think to beget gods:

eureka! is the antithesis of question
worthiness!
the hmm? the huh?
cut abrupt by:
i am, to be honest i never thought
about as much
as free will and the Genius
or Archimedes and Newton:
so there is a Third Legion:
the Angel, the Demon, the Genius:

who had Prometheus declare his
***** bank donations...
to the critter of geniuses...
children always disguised:
but seeing geniuses
in children rather than seeing
angels and demons in older folk:
by the way...
when people age they start looking
toddler-generic...
like their identity peels off..
orange zest...

i know...       that much i do:
because being as such is a trepidation...
ooh: slouch of a word...
now to write is to have fun:
i do believe i am
the dragon:
the serpent is my tongue:
poor Adam: with an apple...
the glitter of stars in motion
from me bleeding from = where...
oh right! princess! keep the tongue:
where
does
my voice
begin
and where
can
it escape to?
my mind: which is a dehydrated
brain:
my citadel!

keep my tongue:
it will not give you my voice?
how is this for
a ****** out the cockroaches
of Jerusalem:
oculus per oculus: eye for eye:
say yes: aye...

LINGUA CONTRA VOX
and voice is
the new soil of soul!
i speak: you listen:
we think...

if you want my tongue:
my tongue is a sleeve:
a chair from a tree...
you have had your tongue:
this vampire is reminiscence of
sleep...
now you want the fruit
my vocal chords:
where is breath and soul
the dimension of voice
or what is thought?

   that: i ought not: or ought to?