i really came late to this party...
honest to god,
youtube was my h.m.v.,
my field of strawberries,
a few bushes filled with berries,
i had to become a cultural
forager - nay, a ******* burrower!
a mole aiming blank
into new music...
but then a recommendation...
hmm...
what's this?
******* are in full swing!
they're already moved into bitchiness...
never argue with a drunk woman
when you're drinking a pint
with an heavily autistic-man...
or offering a cigarette to a homeless
person you've met before,
sitting down on the pavement
with him, asking him: you doing o.k.?
ooh noo noo... not in a irish pub
do you get to argue with a drunk
irish woman...
you just wave you hand and say:
i'm not going to argue with you
like some ******* jedi mind trick
with a stormtrooper...
why bother the hassle?
i don't even know how to haggle
to buy something at a cheaper price!
ooh, but blood's boiling...
it concerns two "characters"
millenial woes contra sargon of akkad...
and this is the ****** bit
that probably annoys everyone...
really? numbers?
(i'm siding with the former):
these mundane egoists really care
about numbers?
how about giving them
an auschwitz tattoo? cover them at
the end of each month, with how many
new subscribers entered their ranks...
that'd be fun...
what?! we're number-centric...
numbers tell us unfathomable
secrets of those in the minority of
a few...
oh yeah... i really see a lot of views
concerning heidegger...
nietzsche?
i think he's been *****-slapped
and dipped in wax and set alight by
the mob... basically over-quoted...
basically senile, basically less the case
for pondering, and more of
shock-value: provocation teacher tactician:
yes yes... teacher of tactical provocation.
i'm trying to keep the lowest
imaginable profile at this party...
i missed the s
yeah... the scots always seemed the most
continental in their approach to "things"...
of all the tribes on these isles...
the scots are probably the most prone
to engaging with continental thought...
the english? head up uncle sam's ***...
welsh? head up uncle jack's ***...
irish? head up uncle sam's ***...
norther irish? dunno...
peter neeps & mary tatties
on the quest for the holy four leaf clover?
don't ask me...
but like i said... i really, really came late
to this party... thank god it has distintegrated
into an **** of brutus et al. - i.e.
back stabbing and *******...
'cos' conversation... sorta dried, up!
