just a title...
and...
daft punk's end of (the) line
song...
listening on some of the
tech. savvy intellectuals...
i find myself starting to
mimic a 2nd "nth" entity...
namely myself...
bypassing the soft tissue,
and gaining root
to excavate... bones.
the imagining of electric
conductivity of the body,
bypassing tendons...
oyster-implant!
how does a thing
so tender...
be allowed to occupy
such a hard exemple of,
what could only
be considered a nest?
zeno?!
ah ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!
fast runner achilles
could never solve
the question
of a larynx,
"parody" of the insect
with an oyster lodged
into an exoskeleton...
the sense of bones...
bypasses death,
with what's left, marginally intact...
or a endoskeletal sturcture
making the dive, or gulp,
into fathoming the oyster parody
(with a touch of lemon juice,
and a slight grating of raw
garlic)...
says the body with
an outer-feature of
degenerate potential...
with such unfathomability...
looking at a dead "object"...
i will be that, one day or another...
ha!
well **** me...
not that there's anything ontologically
pressing to achieve a blinded motivational
tact(ic)....
guess a "bychance"
case of ordering the ch'eep
side order....
hauz-vine!
ja!
wünderbar!
(bra bra, not barred?
i too thought of
fiddling with the extend U
via an umlaut (siamese pa-ra-b'oh-l'ah
vs. [p]arabolah...
tuct surd p
given the subsequent punctuation
of intact syllable-constructs...
also V voo...
no, not swoon...
va va fume!)
telling a bad joke akin
to stripping to encompass
walking stark naked
by
(irons, jeremy accent):
the shallow side of the dream-pool...
but only in english,
YHWH...
that vowel catcher and vowel
keeper to
invoke a basis for laughter...
as the last, resort to
escape the confines of sanity,
and call it: society.