.as ever, some memorable lines bumping like atoms in my head, and instead of a pen and paper handy, or a keyboard, all i have is a mouth full of toothpaste, shampoo in my hair, a Popeye's squirm, one hand washing my genitals and the other holding the shower (handle), replying aloud to "the third person": what?!

... and after that? a whole array of punctuation
marks: drying yourself,
remembering the last conversation
from yesterday,
                 '****, this would be a waste
of a **** fine bottle of amber-glug...'
                            (not that it matters)...
'this might as well be a dial-up modem!'
  again: punctuation marks...
    putting your pinky finger into
the pinky end of a glove to dry out your
ears before putting in the headphones and
plugging in...
   what will it be today...
   jazzy cosmopolitan feel....
or airy, haunting, indie cosmopolitan
nostalgia -esque -esque of a missing
   prefix?
              ah...
   (i still find horror movie soundtracks
the most ideal lullabies...
   forget about Strauss dying
                              with a lack of
     contentment at not being able to write
a serious piece of work...
  well... if you're going to be a waltz-poodle
for the Habsburgs...
   you're going to be a waltz-poodle
till your fingerprints are no more...
   and you die a death by macaroons...
in a room filled with: white lilies...
as a joke: Strauss, waking upon
the deathbed:
    any of you ******* put those
chrysanthemums near me! i swear!
    better throw some fallen autumn leaves
from the park! i've never encountered
the scent of a rotting fern...
but these flowers just about do it!)
      ha!
this would have been a waste of a good
bottle of whiskey...
why didn't i encounter this prior...
   toiling in what ended up being something
of a cough medicine in terms
       of: well... something or other.
- unless i remember what it was...
    however many pockets in a day...
Nietzsche and pockets...
         or rather the film starring jim carrey,
dark crimes...
         and... yeah... that filter layer...
that something like this happens...
   but then turned into a movie...
     well... that doesn't exactly hide what
is made into an elaborate fiction:
working from a very base beginning...
like metallurgy...
      reality is the base ore... crude...
  un-rehersed...
  until it is subjected to... refinement...
  but that isn't the point:
       what is Heidegger's
    dasein in relation to journalism
in relation to post-journalism as in:
the film industry?
       which deviates from a mere "existence"
(out of every instance...
  my variety of ex-instance [E, A...
O... what's the difference?]
     there's an insistence) -
   and becomes... presence...
            or rather...       concern...
otherwise known as: the murky wood...
synonymous a variety of
other psychoanalytical metaphors...
yet in a film like 4.5/10 IMDb starring
jim carrey (well **** me!
    6.5 IMDb nicholas "8mm" cage!)
       that... dasein aura that journalism
cannot capture:
   as if we're supposed to be repeatedly
shocked by what "doesn't" happen:
when it clearly happens...
        en masse journalism:
frankly? i prefer the anaesthetic prior
to my tooth being drilled...
                     alternatively:
the film industry has made me
dasein ******...
                                      like gaining
access to a third eye that's in
the back of my head:
   and a ego-"personna"
           that capitulates to the role
of puppeteer:
   whereby the cognitive essence of
"thought" is: third person...
                   or... akin to the movie
get out:
                  always that one shutter-close
prior to: no other eventuality.
- besides that!
   already criticism:
nagging nagging, pampering
to... der geliebt leßer...
                     my ***: to some
coffee-mug "whining rhyming" poetics...
- but sure as ****...
you can make a fine, fine cauliflower
soup... as long as you add fried
   chouriço sausage to it...
  (χoυριςo) - which has clearly
entombed an orthographic error:
            correction - χoυρισo -
yes... every roman in italics:
is just as well (in appearence) greek -
but guess what!
   ever see a Greek write Greek?
i mean: handwriting...
                    even i inquired...
crux?

                Υ                        Ν

- is that an N?
- no... that's a U...
- "huh?!"

mind you: they do look pretty similar,
and i am more used to Vv(5)...
                                      ν / υ

and that was a real life scenario...
back on the 23rd of November 2018...
Warsaw...
     and giving directions
to get from Modlin (aiport)
               to Warsaw (central)...

still... a whole jar of coffee...
  and thankfully there's double cream in
the house... at 30% fat...
what coffee isn't a Hollywood coffee?

- and then there's that...
thought from the shower...

           honest to god...
give me the 1950s / 1950s-esque
   technicolor movies...
   eastmancolor - or whatever you want
to name them...
that very specific tinge...
acrylic...
   and you can hide all the CGI
and all the phosphorescent neon
             80s optic-**** festivities...
and those panoramic one shot
scenes... where a man on horseback
travels from one end of the panorama
to the other: and there is no cutting
             involved: no sub-movie editing...

mind you:
i'm still trying to find the sort of person
that could epitomize
   being more inclined to read
comic books... than watch a movie...

  coffee and cream... coffee and cream...
and a wintry afternoon.

i against i: finally the deadlocked passed
i stopped wrestling with my mind
and gave it all up for the calling of the heart,
plane tickets booked
27th February through to 7th of June
a long layover at San Francisco: jeez!
i'll get to see sightsee the mainland of
America for the first time
13h45 minute transfer from San Francisco
international to Oakland Colliseum Aiport
and a ride tram through the city
oh what time will it be daytime or nighttime
i wonder past the Prison Planet Alkoonze
and maybe the Rock too
because i have a thousand snakes in my head
but only a pitiable worm in my heart
yet the worm is more powerful than all the snakes
put together to make a dragon
yes i am reborn and so much and such is my joy
that i can't even get drunk on 70cl of *****
and a drag of a joint
my joy is too great it is a joy a gravity
this worm in my heart
is the fruit not allowed in Eden
because i wonder if the story is told with Eve
plucking the apple and the natrual harmony
set in with the apple bitten into
and technically making the worm living in it homeless:
all the other trees didn't allow for parasites
to make their fruits home
that's why the serpent was guarding the tree
because it had other living creatures in it
while the other trees didn't...
and if this is the fruit of my labours said the serpent
let me ask a childish question
about life and energy and reincarnation
because once this dynamic rules
this dualism of the cosmos:
the worm in the apple becomes
the serpent on the tree
and vice versus i return to the apple as a worm
and the worm replaces me
such is my tedium and revenue...
now i can feel the cunrches in my stomach
and bile in my mouth like Beelzebub asked:
what, no me?
Azealia Banks - 212 ft - lazy jay...
this is party baron Beelzebub it's like the music
must be switched on...
the disco must go on and the streets need to be piled
up i want to see how authnetic is the **** Holy City...
i want to see the junkies
i want to see how far the Liberal Distopia does
with terms of rabbits
then on my return i'll stop over in New York
West Coast first then East Coast
looking through the telescope
of the beast of the seas
on Hawaii...
i'll bring back the beast of the earth
and return her like a Potato to the old continent
then i'll call over the Russians to call over
the Chinese to call over the Mongols...
then we might move to ask the Japanese
to team up with the Taiwanese and replicate
the Great Migration of Polynesia...
that ancient travel that is more admirable than the migration
of the Jews and the diaspora of other tribes...
i'm coming to America: i feel excited: Gandu Gandu...
i'm going where you bothers and brothers from Asia
and Africa will find it hard to find and me perhaps
hard time for banana boats to reach Hawaii.