.i've come the one sober conclusion that concludes all other "necessary" conclusions, drunk. the consumption of alcohol and sunlight should never, ever, mingle; it's just plain silly, bad for the usual mood associated with drinking.
what do you get when you
"conflate"
a post-existentialism movement
whereby, each, and, every, sentence,
looks, like, this,
or invokes,
"something" akin to "this"?
comma contra the ditto /
nuance?
contra-points
meets buffolo bill
meets lily savage...
meets: whatever marylin mason
critique you have
in that head of yours...
and, yes, the platitude standards
of kant was a feminist,
plato was a feminist,
but now...
i don't even know who
a feminist ist...
(on purpose "added" T)...
pose...
a sunday newspaper article,
reads...
'sting at ******* lays bare
feminist split over *** work'...
i'm either ******* trans-confused
or just gender-huh?
hell, if we're going to ****
around with language,
numb-skull our experience with /
against it...
good thing i learned
a few chemistry prefixes...
ortho- probably implies cis-,
trans- could imply meta-
when attached to ***,
but not the benzene ring...
it's one thing transcending
the geography of Copernicus,
quiet another...
to "revise"...
using these vectors,
akin to the benzene ring,
ortho-, meta-,
oh, right... you forgot the para-,
nice thought,
use chemistry vector coordinates
for binding groups,
they're all here,
meta-, ortho-, para-,
cis-, trans-,
it's almost like a new
pantheon for the demigods...
the "metaphysics"
of transgender...
cis-,
"on the side of",
side of what?
a cupcake 1 +
happy-birthday singalong,
or, what?
well, given that biological
reality did the whole: bye bye
and a queen elizabeth II wave...
the best part of me,
is not about to make sense of all of this...
i'll leave that to the journal-enlists...
me, back in a *******
in athens,
unable to tell the difference
between a greek and a libyian...
because you know how
the mediterranean folk like:
smelly sheep herders
greasy, damaging good looks,
and an aura of that:
dangerous brunette...
not anything like us baltic folk...
downing raw herrings
in a piquant mingle of oil
and white vinegar...
anyhoo...
giggles exhaust me...
so i did get a chemistry degree
"for something", after all...
classical chemistry
prefixes, required to draw
electron travel schematics...
mostly associated with
the benzene ring,
if ortho-, meta- and para-
positioning is "in question"...
cis or trans isomers...
**** me, i used to study this...
organic chemistry was
my soft-spot...
a bit like what
cooking curries later became...
eh... brew some ester...
get a perfume out of it...
but even at university
level they didn't teach me
how to extract polyethylene...
i guess it was polyethylene...
like the whole oil rests
above water,
for the love of god i don't remember
what two liquids were involved,
one sat above the other,
and you'd pinch
the "event horizon"...
and pull threads of
the polyethylene from it...
strings of plastic...
so, this current, philosophy
playing with a chemistry tool-kit
invoked into propaganda berlin /
weimar lone no loan woe?
sure, i'd buy it...
but up to a point...
i'm sniffing around and have
come to the following conclusion...
someone...
is really in dire straits...
wishing that gwanp'ah soviet
came back
to settle the equilibirum...
this current feeding of
a lost void is...
not helpful...
as i see it...
it will take much more than
a ****** to nanny the riddled
males of the capitalistic
"under-class"...
queen bee, isn't going to "cut it"...
if she's no gargantuan
***** black 'ole... is "she"?
and the whole gender neutral
pronoun, schtick?
that's only worth so much...
sooner or later...
"they'll" be gagging
for the guns of navarone...
the current mumbo-jumbo
is... alkenes
to me: cis-2-butene
trans-2-butene...
background noise...
ugh... chemistry:
algebra, for the truly wicked.
but let's entertain
this kindergarten play talk
for a while longer;
no one wants to see a dangling
poopie suffocated by
a g-string,
do we?