from all the drinking: one thing is for sure:
i'm gonna geet me a goo'
nigh' sleep! ye-ha! i can't be bothered talking
about BMI mind you:
the excess calories of alcohol intake don't
really allow you to
toast a hamburger bun and
talk video games: whether lean or
              fatty-butch-Sammy;
i'm really starting to see
an uncorrelative pattern
emerging...
     i don't know what people
(a) who eat too much
are talking about
  and i don't know
   (b) what gym-enthusiasts
   are banging on:
it can't be that... no?!
they actually mean to
compete with:
    see down a 100m stretch
in under ten breaths?!
really...
               but you know
something when
    a black guy says it in
school:
more cushion for the pushin'...
**** right, esp. if
she's a puerto rican mid-life
crysis wreck willing
to **** in front of you into
a bowl while giggling
that you want to perform
oral *** on her...
**** floats like a butterfly
by then...
        an actual ride on
a ridicule giggle is worth
the diamonds twice over on
ridicule needing
to be summoned in a public
spectalce...
a man looking at a laughing
shadow is all it
every time becomes...
in a space not worth
contesting for a stage:
like a bedroom...
  or a brothel of Onan
that's his bathroom...
  hey... ***** ate fish:
i ate ****...
    point being i'm
  quasi-urban living in
a nocturnal environment
of the count-tree
asking: ich da verwackeln?
ja, mein ist!
        how do you tell the best
jokes in english?
talk a bitwenig aus doy: czcz:
    did i tell you the first part
means milking in a slavic
tongue?
       oh right... because that
doesn't matter when
California cool was nothing
more than colegioespañol?
                      nio nio: n y c m 4...
Kenni gets a rap applause,
Niggy gets a rap encore:
i get what?
      a ******* mailing stamp on
a tongue with a blank
envelope?!
                   if you every get as chubby
as i have from drinking:
you'll counter argue:
but i'm also fasting...
1 meal a day and that's 100ml
are worth over 200kcal...
             how does that even
cling to your body?
             sure as **** it didn't cling
via a doughnut...
               but i can boom-rat that
sort of fact without having
to mind the consequences
of: pretending....
  because what sort of idiot
would buy a litre of liquor a day
and bargain for:
     perception is everything?
isn't it already certain
   that i'd rather pour milk down
a drain than
a bottle of ***** down
a toilet rather than down
my own gob?
      only people who are moaning
******* can't enjoy
alcohol...
    to be honest...
  all the wisdom i've ever learned
is worth only these words:
    freund: wenn sie nicht kann saufen:
     tun nicht saufen...
i know that's bulgar ***** german
but it's worth more than
the current german politico climate,
basically:
     friend! if you can't drink!
              don't drink!
reiterated:
it makes us (who drink)
                 look like idiots.
     most of the time it's like going
to a concept of nation in a multicultural
outbred polity of the urbane
trying to introduce a cousin...
          or worse still: a sister...
     the first thing, and last thing i think
about is either custard, or cranyons...
      easier that way:
quicker to spark a hard-on.