i can't help but run parallels
between the joaquin phoenix
film her and watching
jaclyn glenn video extracts
of an autobiography...
eclectic?
connoisseur of excesses?
sure as ****
my drinking helps...
which brings me to the following
recommendation...
i rarely visit the english ales
section of a supermarket array
of shelves...
lucky me:
THEAKSTON
pale ale...
(unpasteurised,
cold filtered) -
beau!
a complete and utter beau!
über-beer,
ja!
unlike a syringe this one has
an impersonal story:
brewed in masham,
using el dorado & summit
hops...
among the "trivial"
local, north yorkshire malted barley;
can't explain it
if you haven't tasted it,
off goes the taj mahal into the distance...
and the almost subversive
palette of a budweiser...
subversive as in:
with a hint of ***. drinking habits...
beer and extracting alcohol
from rice?
too...
like any german
might:
not enough... gorycz'ka(h)...
budweiser is just too bland
a beer to be dubbed: "king"...
i'm not even going to press the matter
further...
about the two women who slapped
me in the face,
and the hand that punched me
twenty times emerging with a plum
sketch beneath my eye-socket...
i told you:
you need to punch something
with more: consistency prior to applying
the make-up machine of a fist
onto the canvas...
punching a wall allows you to invite
a... somehow... "oddly" enough
hidden 4th knuckle...
can't exactly punch your own
face not having punched a wall first,
which allows the 4th knuckle protrusion....
you'll just hurt yourself
without the protruding 4th head
of the cerberus...
still can't explain the arabic
death-fantasy...
i can't exactly bypass the 72 rottweilers
and me wrestling with them naked;
since i can't exactly forget that
angry yet frivolous,
panting breath of a dog,
with open jaws...
and me wanting to return
the desire to take a bite...
THEAKSTON's pale english ale...
great beer...
certainly smoother than
that subversive h'american
south korean rice extract ****.
