oh man, i'm high...
i've been complaining about this phlegm for some time...
i wake up... cough up... this gluttonous
itch... my throat aches...
thick... smacker of a yellow bile exceeds
the need for the throat and nose to keep it..
"keep it"... i snorkel... i gush blood...
through the nostril... it's not enough...
it's not because of the unprotected ***
i've had, with a *******? is it?
it is? Artimesia: mugworts... you what?
she's hard to find?
whatever... i'm sort of high...
high on the jack and...
paracetamol 500mg,
pseudophedrine hydrochloride (30mg)...
pholcodine (5mg).... E129...
promethazine hydrochloride (10mg),
dextromethorphan hydrobromide (7.5mg)...
oh man... i'm high...
what's left?
TYROZETS...
tyrothricin and benzocaine: so no... cloves?
once upon a time i'd put a clove bud on one of my
broken teeth to indulge in... an aesthetic...
it did work...
take the law into your own hands...
it happened once...
the four of us were walking down a street...
a car pulls up... a **** jumps out...
steals my friend's phone...
drives off...
i tell one companion... write this number plate down...
we go to the police station:
or, rather: i reluctantly...
*******... we're going to the police station...
we're going to report this...
i report the incident... since i already memorised
the number plates on the car...
months later...
i'm sitting in a police station looking at mug-shots...
find the **** ******...
spot on...
i get his mug right...
he's not even drinking tea...
but the actual person in question...
pretends... ****** ******* victim...
i'm looking at the mug-shot but at the same time...
does my "friend" have any *******?!
to begin with?
/ did?
obviously i'm the only person who
can identify the culprit... we get to court...
i'm standing... the ******* leech of a being
is in the dock... his lawyer comes up...
shows me... the "uncertainty" i placed certainty into
the mug-shot identification...
the lawyer shows me the perp's picture...
odd... "back in the day": a date used to be blistered onto
the photograph...
he asks me... you recognise this person?
i look at the picture... bad move... while first looking
at the judges... before looking at the date...
but... this is... 3 years old, no?
in 3 years time... i could be... donning a beard, no?!
******* drive-by **** mobile-phone jacking...
and that's what? excuses?!
borrowing more excuses, because of, what?!
ethnic sentimentality?!
oh right to **** with you lot...
******* *****...
or like last time... peer-group courts...
liable... a girl lies about you being drunk on the job...
like i told her coworker on the job...
the proverb: liars don't walk on stilts...
lies don't walk on stilts...
lies walk on short legs... i implored them:
wait... wait...
i went round... homemade wine...
some homemade banana loaf cake...
i was willing to bring a vinyl record...
hmm... peer group courtroom...
nice... i could complain... but then Khedra emerged...
lips like tulip petals...
it's funny how justice works...
when... everyone has agreed upon:
i don't trust politicians,
i don't trust journalists, i don't trust the police...
hell... better i trust myself...
but if you're being tried for libel...
"tried"...
if you're being falsely accused...
thank god it wasn't one of those #metoo moments...
but it, could have, been...
thank god some seriously honest women
were involved to counter any furthering
of the Salvador Dali development toward
the surreal / absurd...
what were those words...
better a **** in heaven...
than a super-**** in hell...
mind you... i'm having both...
i'm just not touching the **** in the middle...
because: hell... middle is middle...
the mediocre: problem(s)...
but i waited... i waited like...
any curious predator...
waited for the girls to eat each other...
it wasn't going to be fair on someone subjected
to a liable sue... i'm not paying money for
lawyers... ergo? peer group pressure...
wait... just... wait... get enough people on your side...
sure... i fancied this girl...
but... that fancy... quickly exhausted itself...
me? drunk?! on the job?!
defamation?! what's next?! allow her to suppose
a quest in: he ***** me! he ***** me!
oh... no... this is not going to stand!
enough! is enough!
our current society can't provide the sort
of law that we expect...
it, can't...
it's too scared by blisters of... calling **** for what
it is... *****: **** **** **** ****...
gracias... ******* too:
you ******* *****-feeders.
p.s.
- tosh -
alchemist:
alchemical milsch.
