american drwal,
god almighty...
it's so ******* nasal....
it's almost like
listening to it due hubris:
i'm prone to titilate
*****, and gag
and ****, and dodgy
doggy the **** out
of shoving an umbrella
where the homosexual wished
it shined.
                      glutton nasal...
phlegm culprit...
         it's almost likely,
that people forgot to utilise
the larynx...
       but when jennifer lawrence says
it: i'm giddie i.e. stirrup ready i r
fidgety e e e e, e e e e,
am,        cool...
because that's the last word
you'd use, right now, hawkish & priestly....
that nasal goo though... **** me!
what an enlarged concept
of a pond!
         knee deep:
kneeling limbo, a Yiddish Dante...
                  hey presto!
lucky-lookie! a ******* rainbow!
secondant: a berserk's tourism escapade,
                          minus York....
given the: jawohl... alter.
  (in the extreme: salutation...
in the least? ******* on the Irish...)
  alter... ya-wol....
                had there been a Hegel for
a ******.... i guess the world would have
graced enough  concerns for a lack
of a Napoleon:
                    it still means ****-all to me,
to be certain.
        me in a quiet room?
pleasantry or peasant talk?
probably the latter...
                                  drill... drum...
                    Bulgaria vita spes mea!
   ya-voll             kungen - king - sh-wed
                                 szved - karga - barren -
                       kryta: hidden -
             ravéné minus gorgon:
culprit: ravaged due cruise invoking crude,
  to, vector, noir also: too... x.

i’m getting the impression that almost everyone is selling out, the interesting bits in their life, and leaving their actually interesting bits boring, boring as in terms of expected complication and subsequent confrontation of that famous boxer known as spouse; 400 reads... ye ha ha giddie up horsey!*

there are so many tears in her eyes
even though she smiles.

alt. original fleetwood mac - breakout - kiedy byłem małym chłopcem (when i was a small boy).*

**** me!
  if this is the sort of music that was
played behind the iron curtain?
please! please!
   oh god please take me back!
one and only one example is
sufficient:    
   breakout's      
     kiedy byłem małym chłopcem...
  (when i was a small boy)...
  it's like
    listening to fleetwood mac...
oh wait...
   peter green's fleet...
         before the female vocals...
ha ha... "cultural appropriation"...
white boy's blues...
         could be a genre, could be...
was.
   http://tinyurl.com/ycql35uu.
           yeah, communism was all bad...
solidarity activists
   infiltrated an iron maiden concert
with badges in warsaw or katowice
                    (sputnik),
sent ol' **** wałęnsa to florida
in hawaiian shorts... plus plus...
    oj, leszek... niezły floral pa-pa-tern!
the story of breakout parallels
that of fleetwood mac... great blues
bands... guitars of the former band:
pan nalepa...
              oh yeah, no culture
under the iron curtain, universal shared
misery that hoped to attain a plataeu
of shared misery...
    very bad, bad bad bad, all bad!
   ah, i won't even mind talking about
the coal-miners' saint that was gierek...
        and some said: hallucinating
maggie had all the wild cards ready for
    a reagan insurrection... howdie pawtner...
  (sure, quick i.e. in howdie,
alt. howdy)...
   giddie up!
         we're heading for the rodeo!
and a texan bush-wackers' tight-nip,
       getting spanked with a cactus! ye-ha!
alt.?   no hyphen, two acutes:
       yé há!      branches... gotta break 'em.

when analogy
  is hyper-inflated,
and,
  metaphor...
   is like...
  "that lost
aspect of poetry"...
readied to
be settled
into an outlier,
Levi, tribe,
of theology....
shrim;ps are Norman,
oyster exotica...
palm trees,
birch trees...
        like the one time
i was banned,
for the fiction (lie)
of throwing a pint glass
across the floor...
days later i
inquired the barmaid...
shopping in a turkish shop...
'are you, em, o.k.?'
let's forget the reply...
i can ride a horse,
but i can't ride a car...
again, sorry,
i didn't hear that..
i can ride a horse,
            but i can't ride a car....
contra argument:
yeah...
  can i get the horse back
and...
you better forget i ever
played video games?
                  give me a horse:
giddie-up sonny...
give me a car...
i'd be like... huh?
what?!
do i look like a *******
bus-driver
                 you ******* whim?

block users: only
when intelligence doesn't
translate...
     talk talk, talk,
and then some talk...
me actually walking
into a forest at night...
no one vacant...
someone wants to
be vacant...

                    yes?
nothing...
     my brain is the perfect
chemistry crib
of the most ronin
brain invested
in a translation into
tongue, into literacy...

give me a car,
sorry, no,
i can't figure the technicality
out...
give me a horse though?
i'm ready,
what am i to gallop
against?

                    fickenesel!
i want to see
    the karotte first!
you can whip me...
all you want,
but, i want to see
the karotte, zuerst!

yes, *******?
  yeah, sorry,
ich vergessen,
       sich verbeugen:

i forgot...
                          to bow.

point being:
..................
   .....................
................

                 make me.