/the music, makes the horror movie...
a schizophrenic definition by a psychiatrist
of a pauper: an Orson Welles
would be, pinch of
a Hitchcock adaptation gusto,
and you have Ed Gein
being the author of
America's sub-culture
narrative once
the milkshakes turned
to powdered milk...
you know the notables...
canary in the coalmine,
the kentucky fried mouse...
or cockcroach for the South
Asian, delicacy...
and thank **** the ****-
didn't export, and the cosmopolitan
sushi fetishists didn't catch onto
pickled herrings, Baltic "sushi"
as it were...
how harsh the word LOSER
sounds in th western lexicon,
dead... dead? like a *******
release from the zoo of
jerking off into bird nests
and wigs...
not to mention...
you sure only the Russians
took dope?
have you ever seen
an asthmatic take on a marathon?
even I know, that
in the post cold war environment,
the Russians are bored,
simply, *******, bored,
or pretending to be the evil empire...
zee vest und itz glutton
suckling at the Dubai's camel
****...
the Knightsbridge
gasoline riviera of clot, cement,
clot, cement...
so the notion of:
having lost touch with reality...
hmm... today i walked into
a supermarket and bought goods
for 72.19zł (roughly 18 quid)...
I had a 100cl banknote,
and... spare change...
namely 10 groszy,
5 groszy and 4 x 1 groszy,
1zł... 50 groszy, 20 groszy,
and 2 x 10 groszy...
the LOSERS OF 2008...
the sorts that can't get a hardon
without calling a uni hen sugg'ah
or being called daddy...
EGO constructed on a one dimensional
slot machine dynamic, ching ching:
WINNER!
death the sole democracy:
because what you must, is die...
to counter post colonialism,
given the pre, or...
so much for 'ard on baby boom boom
boomerangs...
couldn't you call a banker or
a Richie Itchy a schizoid personality
type?
imagine the sort,
counting pennies...
crypto-"currency" existed
before any crypto-currency...
i. e., debit cards...
a loss of reality for Wally-Wally
would probably be experienced /
attached to counting spare change...
take any of these authenticities
and turn grief or anything profound
as the standard for which
a banker might...
be in touch with: "reality"
when being given pennies to count...
the current wealth of people
is the same sort of nonsense ascribed
to writing stenography...
oddly enought, braille makes more
sense...
since who has lost
being in touch 20th reality...
i can almost imagine who drops
spare change on streets...
as precaution...
a penny on a street it picked up,
and blown into...
sometimes put in a trouser pocket...
other times,
dropped back onto
the pavement, like a tonne of lead.
a pneumatic drill,
and a pick axe...
a pneumatic drill,
and a pick axe...
not using pennies
while trading in millions...
is just... a high tier shizophrenia...
or with that archaic
definition (premature dementia)
and focus "symptom":
a loss with "reality"...
how ever did i return to my
pet interest, this psychiatric
ailment?
well...
being immersed in
Amrican sub-culture in my teens...
but like i said,
some pepole pet cats,
walk dogs in a park...
me? a pet interest...
sometimes a word escapes
the zoo, the phobias and taboos
of established norms...
funny...
auditory hallucinations are
more traumatic...
than visual hallucinations...
my... that's an authentic
correlation with the horror genre:
the music, makes the horror movie...
but then take away
the horror movie
and leave the music...
a Tim Burton
every "weird" teenage girl's
dream...
not that she doesn't
grow out of it and
becomes a materialist,
as the boy usually does,
and enjoys ***** with
only his own company.
