there are worst pro bono relations to the art
or rather:
be a movie or a music critic and you get
paid: for...
    for exactly doing the ***** work...
i mean there were avenues to be had:
it's not like i might want to make stale Platonism
and other rigid system pop science
or what was once just happily happy to go along:
i don't know...
just came back from an Iron Maiden concert
and they played the Rime
and that's like 10 minutes too much
but they didn't play:
the Number of the Beast...
or Mother Russia
or Bring your Daughter to the Slaughter
or Afraid to Shoot Strangers
and they also didn't play... Big Losfer's Word...
the best attempt to Jimmy the Jam
Rasp and Berry: hid the H another
did a magic mushroom of pooping itself
into me conversing some analogy:
my greatest hero?
Leibniz... he worked in the schizophrenic
simultaneous universe equivalent to
Newton
but the former was a lowly giggling
"librarian"
while the other was a state tool...
and would be consecrated in Westminster Abbey
and then all became dust
but i'd rather think of Leibniz as having discovered
mathematical calculus
after all... calculus was the new geometry
but then if we are going to love Newton
so much: shove it up his ***
and let's see what tongue resides:
wasn't he secretly openly gay:
i can't understand loving
i think it stems from the Zodiac of Gemini...
the **** to mouth...
Poppers or... the pills gays take to
expand their consciousness
while one takes a blue the other takes a red...