solid whiskey, solid rocks: and a sinking titantic...

well... even "the king" - herr evlis couldn't
or rather wouldn't see it coming...

the semi-acoustic revival of johnny cash...
some people really do write
decent melodies -
but... it's sometime better someone
else pretends to play them first...

johnny cash's epitaph: hurt -
original? nine inch nails...
n'ah...
i'm not feeling it like i expect
to feel it: with the sort of feel associated
to a litany, and old man nearing
death with the diamond knowledge
of the inevitable...

you just need a washed
bashed alcoholic to tell you
the rigidity of the story
concerning the grammatical
changes in canadian english:
look on the bright side!
with the whole gender neutral pronoun
piñata... at least god can remains
the ever revenant: IT!
gender neutral pronouns -
pronoun non-plurabis...

no... evlis couldn't pull off a sly
one akin to johnny cash...
only an actor akin
to joaquin phoenix could play johnny cash,
the joker...
and...
the caesar commodus:

i once read: that he, was in the pact of
nerva, trajan, hadrian,
antonius pious, marcus aurelius -
i:
of common birth:
and the general concensus;
it feels uplifting -
to die in the shade of the just man
achieving the highest social stature -

how welcoming to the alternative
that's a belief in god:
to decide upon all the petty frivoloties of
a life embraked upon -
to have such idols -
cursors -
such manifested curiosities
of churned marble and the crafty mason
chisel boad rotation of the angled
chin-length...
instructed by the concerns for
the perfectly mastered bosom
of those who cited their most
intimate hours with the idol that was
to come...

"the king" deserved his early passing...
i can't imagine him bound to the sort
of revival associated with
johnny cash - what came of the original
j. cash? if not the nine inch cover
of hurt?
i once shared a beer
in camdem town's world end pub being
mistaken for a homosexual while
simply being friendly for the price
of beer and 5 minutes of conversation...
he asked...
the music buff that he was...
who is your favorite producer...
i said... rick rubin...
mild agreement...
he replied... timbaland...
i tried to not give off a
worthy facial expression of: the sort
a music buff would make...

it's so bewildering to have to
incorporate a good roman emperor...
and there are five! there are five! to choose from!

johnny cash really did make
a revival... an old man came to sing...
an old man sang...
a young man learned the inhibitions
of reflection with tinges of
yet to come nostalgia...
imagination remained
the focus of industrial entertainment glue
for a walt post-mortem... disney antics...
while memory?
became more focused...
it became the most sharpened object
in the existence of all things
demanding the unfathomable depth
of a universe...
it came: sharpening,
it came, sharpening -
tighter and with elevations
of an army of hands to bind to itself
a solitude of an unpardonable grip...
as necessary in the manifest of but one
(should his name comply to arthur -
is beside the necessary relegations
of: what was to be made fate...
but alas... escaped the clutches
of predictability)...

if i can speak this tongue
beside the confines of the in-born english
of an englishman...
i will leave this world akin to the foreigner
i came to it: at the first bidding...
whether in the wreath of the ignorant native...
or as the cosmopolitan bilingual...
i come here with no home -
i leave here with no home -
perhaps this is but a borrowed
tongue - a tourists' tongue -
perhaps i spoke it better than a few natives
could...
airs and condolences?
contra pride & prejudice via
pomp & circumstance and why mary shelley
should have replaced jane austen?
of all the atheists concerned with
a sense of continuity - an obligation
to the species...
as far as i'm concerned -
a mind can be just as well impregnated
as a body... after all: doesn't a meme replace
the physical aspects of the gene?
i don't need a body to continue -
i just need a mind -
i guess most atheists ascribed
their sense of continuity and eternity
to genes... since...
they found their arguments banal...
their decided concern for genes
to be of little meme concern...
then the current meme orgy of the cheap novelty...
whatever the original intent of this:
coming to an end...
i hope it wasn't as banal as it is upon
ending, as it felt: upon the beginning.