you know that time,
when you
drink... beer...
and you attain insight...
into paraphrasing
the void...
         and you're
not the bust-driver?
but you want
           to be a bus-driver...
how many times
am i to absolve,
cite a mea culpa mantra?
the world
needs someone to
"dumb-down"
their i.q.,
          to become,
less trained, less parrot...
i needed an outlet
to dumb my
i.q.,
           alcohol...
well... before you start
singing irish,
i think the scotch
will do just fine...
   with hands
that have a potential
to
crush...
                  a macaque
skull
   (given enough time,
and plenty of reserved
fiddly bits)...
i decided...
         jack never came
up... visit a *******...
and...
         like...
being involved in
experiecing...
   spreading butter
on toasted bred...
  what?
                  christianity
was already highly
invested
in metaphor ***
                imagery...
so i moved from
beneath the iron curtain...
and moved into...
disney (i wish)...
no, i've move into
some more itchy...
                   (e-ch-ee)...
   chatter...
peel....
           guess
the next word
ought to be, pérfect

gueß...
         a german... quasi-
pseudo-,
            it's not a diacritical
marker, it's a letter...
    in english
it implies an inclusive
interchange
of           S               and Z...
in english it also
implies                  SS: of guess...
for aesthetic reaons...

but then...
                    it's also Š
(caron)...
               a "hybrid"...

            a hiding of H in
S that amounts to SH...
or where the caron crown on
the S originates from... SZ...
learned a new noun:
                           grapheme...
       sharp...
                       shit...
                              šit.
  
curiosity of the pedantic
sort,

              i stopped
to make myself,
less focused on the geometry
of the "a priori" (the given)
and focus
on the "geometry"
of...
          is omicron
an "oh", O, or 0?
   doughnut-who-done-it?

we have moved beyond
a stage where...
polyglots are...
encouraged...
     entrenched bilinguals
are becoming the
intrinsic norm...
    
not: sized...
                  systamatic...
you can also taste
the tip of your tongue
experiencing
           a sanft: soft S...
    piquant pedantry...
it's not for someone to speak
"better" english...

i've been met with pedatry,
i reply: with pedantry...

   hush...
     could be written as
    huš...
                cheap...
could be written as
         čeap...
       ah...
  right...
         the aesthetic "question"...
hebrew missing vowels
"question"...
           you know...
i've never heard of dyslexia,
to be, evident,
outside of the anglophonic
world...
  but i'm pretty sure
  it exists in the francophonic
world...

   i'll agree...
  čeap = cheap,
           looks aesthetically
unppealing...
   as does chemistry...
  with a KAPPA in italics...

i didn't write sit...
i wrote šit...
             i almost pretend...
**** it, i always pretend
to teach a cat to roar...
like i might teach
           a lion to meow...

i'm entrenched...
you spend enough time
in set "segregation"...
you'll pick-up
nuances...
     basic tics...
                          misnomers...

what with christianity
beind over-laden
with metaphor...
      (ladden, or layden?)

     forget about me speaking...
l'ah d
          d'
               en

                                     layden...

well if people moved away
from being literate,
and literacy isn't a "thing"
and tuxedo
   is back in play,
    for the norm...

             layden or ladden,
i know it's laden...

                    imagine greek,
where letters are nouns,
and...
               there is no curiosity
regarding
          the syllable splinter,
or A, as in atom...
           hides both breath
and laughter,
subsequently ejects itself
to a status of pillar...
with a sigh...

                 giggle...
    where's the G for giggle
in sigh?
                hyper-literacy...
   i speak a word,
write "another"...
     and then pretend to...
   "laugh": lāφ
                            /             lāθ
                   laaf...

for me? literacy imploded...
       surd
                gnostic...
or gnome...
also a G...
             but the same G...
  prominent
                      in diagnostics...

never give a would-be
"blind-man"
access to the *******
alphabet...
   he just might
to squirm, itch,
squint...
              and pour out...
        idle observations!

    à...
              làden...
    not ladden...
               although with
a "missing" Y...
                       the Ęgliš language
isn't immune
   to...
              being
hijacked...
            graffiti...
                    it was gagging
for a reinterpretation...
              it was a blank canvas
of a Σ of 26 letters...
   what could possibly go wrong?

me? being denied access...
   to a phonetic-encoding
i was given a pass to,
use...
                    minding
the little revisions,
nuances...
                             and...
    let it reign free,
                                above me?
  never mind
the IN
     in either INN or
the INGLEESH
                               zunge:
**** me...
                         IN'GLE'H;

that's as bad as asking
the French to drop the hark
on the R...
       and return to trill;

forget the English...
tongue-numb...
tawantula R numb...
  can't trill,
      beside scootland...
get's the idea
of a momentum
of a circle...
and omicron...
      i guess...
that's the new variety
                 of twoll.

how much of a fatigued
    i
                  am i?
not being
instructed,
         instigated by,
not,
                   influenced by,
perhaps i drink
too little,
  perhaps i drink too much,...
perhaps i never learned
to be the *******...
perhaps i've met one psychopath
too many...
  perhaps all of these...
          perhaps i was unabashed
when citing
liking pop music...
     perhaps i just forgot
about being a ****...
  perhaps signing up
to high-school memory
extremes...
                       as shaping my life
of, what would certainly become:
a case of low-self-esteem...
go to a catholic high-school,
learn to don a uniform,
yes, no, no, yes?
           1990s pop-culture...
that's about me as: done...
  tiresome morality
of the lost lacklustre
                 of the demanding
frame of ****-joy activism...
perhaps i addressed all
the questions...
perhaps i felt *******
citing a further mea culpa...
perhaps the mental
lacerations to no end,
solved themselves....
      perhaps i solved
all the "curiosities"...
and had the surfacing groundwork
for: a lost inhibition...
perhaps all of opera
was all about
    crowded house:
weather with you...
rather than toto: africa...
i certainly drink too much,
but considering
the "sanity" of the sane majority?
no... no... no i'm not exactly
bound to finding conviction...
i drink too much,
but then:
the "sane" drink too little,
or rather, drink,
for all the wrong reaons...
why do they alway have
games to play-along with
when a bottle of whiskey
is being drank?

       losers.

happy now?
    so now you know what
it feels like...

   LOSERS... inventing
drinking games!
LOSERS!
   my guess, twice better:
****-wits.

        sober people are
too much, too little...
there's a part of me that should care,
right?
oh, there is?
i sometimes tend to
forget, and forget myself,
and myself myself
allow a spontaneity of
amnesia...
for the per se reasons...
  sober, serious people...

there is nothing sober,
or serious,
about your standards
of counter deviations...

                sure...
why wouldn't i be left
suspect...
   when it comes to making language
into some deviant utility...
as long as average Joe...
or Smithy O'Clara
will doll-up their purpose...
but it's fine if they
are allowed the "clarification"
of the platform...
and only "they" are allowed it...

****** Joe comes in shy...
and...
well...
                  as long as what
is governing restrictions...
i somehow missed the whole
thumbs down
"debacle"...
     maybe i was just polite
in the d.m. medium...
maybe i was being
hardly the attention-***** ****...

maybe what i settled
against a blank canvas...
i would never envision...
concerning the canvas
of another human being?
maybe i forgot to be
something,
that other people
became reminded of me,
in expectation of: being -
their "clarifying" suitor
of exacting blame?

How dare you judge,
Actually assume
Im a fool
My life is so ****** up
And you seem to think .. we are suppose to maintain a
Decent amount of commuacation
Your not suppose to be a burden to ask outlandish
Stating that my reaons for not speaking all day to you or when you see fit.
Your making a mockery of my trust in your
A ****** off if you want me to gravel at your feet