i. the beer:
of all the drugs available for legal consumption,
well illegal too,
i love how alcohol is the only
with a credible, even a romantic story,
take today, as an example,
i took a gamble (the english really know
how to craft "flat" beers - namely ales...
in terms of lager? ******* can't beat
the central europeans - carling...
that's all they can summon) -
but this one i came across today was a gem,
crisp and i am a sucker for crisp,
but not enough body of a typical ale,
**** me, having a chemistry
degree i should be brewing...
ah, but i do have enough vine
for about 12 bottles every year,
but the dream? well, with music shops
doing the dodo march... i guess the ever
present ambition is to brew beer
(and yes, ***** is brought about by
the fermentation of potatoes);
but i just love how every bottle has a story,
take this one for example:
sharp's (rock, cornwall)
(and yes, cornwall is bue -
quiet unlike the rest of england,
they even pretend to be
"basque" separatists -
goergie goergie - poachy poachy -
king john the **** -
raise the black flag with a white cross
to invert the teutonic banner of
black cross upon a white flag!)
aye ****, d'er beer:
(est. 1994 - exceptional amber ale)
but like i said: not much body in it -
if a budweiser is the "king" of lager -
then this is certainly a "king" of ale.
the story? verbatim:
'at the mouth of the camel estuary in rock,
cornwall, lies the trecherous doom bar
sandbank, the inspiration for this
exceptional amber ale.
the sandbank is revered as a
formidable nautical challenge that
should be approached with respect and
nagivated with skill.'
well **** me, i'm off my rockers, i get a beer
and* a story... bargain,
at un' poond und aye-tee!
ii. lactose intolerance / constipation /
a 4th of the "horsemen of the apocalyspse":
of the four "supposed" horsemen of the apocalypse?
i greatly admire but one:
and for what, if not the virtue of being
humbled, awe-stricken, and not much of
a sophist -
i.e. a rhetorician.
the other three?
to me, just a trio of pompous
*****... but daniel dennett?
now that's the bearded fellow i can admire...
he's the humpty-dumpty of the lot,
he's like the epitome of the socratic method,
translated from ancient times
into modernity - i.e. not the dialectician:
but the mediator.
and when he mentions lactose intolerance
in humanity beyond the years of man's
"instinct"... i approach a well-known woman
to me (after all, i shared her body as
a foetal "parasite") -
and she's tried all the could to alleviate
i walk down the stairs with a bright
how about you start drinking
maybe raw milk would ease
not even if i had raw milk with a cherry...
worth a try, i say,
given that i've never seen you drink raw
me? i still drink the raw fluid ivory -
better drinking that,
that shooting rhinos for sport...
for some reason i can't get enough of it...
cheese beckons?! not really...
but give me a pint of milk, and i'll drink it
in one worthwhile summary:
concluding in an empty pint glass.
maybe milk will ease the constipation?
who knows, worth a try.
but of the four "supposed" horsemen,
i have respect for but one...
yes yes, hitchens sycophants out there
than have their carnival of mumbles
and ooh and ah's... and a-ha's...
yes, eloquent to the highest degree,
but a pompous ****** the name came to be;
only on the death bed, was he ever
earnest to curb his sophistry -
and as said:
nearing the abode of death,
man stands undressed,
in mind and body,
the unlikely foetal kindred -
naked, in the fluid of change -
readied for the onslaught
of the forever eternal flux.
iii. the three animals (laika, albert jr.,
&, why of course: dolly):
funny, isn't it...
if there was a soviet darwin,
the soviets would have sent an ape into space...
but instead they sent a dog...
seems hard to find people with ape pets,
domesticated in the allign of a zoo -
probably just as hard to keep a domesticated
money, as it is to keep a pigeon take
to a return roost...
hence the romanticism of space exploration
residing with the soviets, over the americans...
the world will forever remember
a laika than an albert jr. (originally albert II,
but lets not allow aristocracy into the domain
of the lesser mammal) -
and laika will always burn an imprint
into the mind, a dog always overcomes
the monkey in the here & now
but that's space taken care of...
what about time?
none other than "alice", i.e.
dolly the clone sheep... cloning
explores time... and dolly was the first
explorer of time, or the perpetuation of said
do i sense a "humane" obstruct
the frankenstein phobia?
oh i think i'm right on the money...
with so much knowledge and so much
power at our hands, the collective man seems
only orientated around the carnal dynamic
of perpetuating itself around a dynamic
of pains and ills...
never the broad shoulder
giant looking toward the western continents
from the shores of portugal...
by now we realise we're not
standing on the shoulders of currently-temporal
giants... but on the shoulders of:
as i a child i conjured up the idea
of the other A.I. -
i actually thought of
insemination - and if auschwitz would still be
open, i might have joined ol' joseph in
but like a true scientists: beginning with animals,
i.e. impregnating a dog with human *****...
or a monkey with human *****...
obviously jo mengele would have
preferred the reverse, i.e. impregnating
a woman with the ***** of the already stated
well... in the dark aeons of
*******... hasn't anyone noticed the crude
representation of a white woman,
******* the phallus of a horse?
ah... you weren't internet savvy in the early
00s... what with rotten.com.