the fact that tabloid press "journalism" exists... gives me all the excuses i need to entertain drinking and having the tenacity to spew... this:

i am literally not here, or... "i am": and the literally
or otherwise... poised in a crow-esque hunch,
perched on the rim of a seat,
pretending to think,
pretending to otherwise not note how
many people have gained existence from
the acting profession...
i rather think that being slightly constipated
is somehow amusing...
not correction myself on the fact:
and the last person so say the blessed F-U will...
be... always the last person to say
the blessed F-U... next thing you know?
phantoms... the delusion of the poor
is that the rich exist... the delusion of the rich...
is that the poor exist...
or something akin to a marxist inventing
the concept of shoelaces without a method
to tie them...
grand-paw was a socialist...
now he jokes about the...
brother of his wife... being raised by GOD
and the CHURCH... lying dead in the grave 12 years
his junior... and he wonders in his
dementia riddled labyrinth: "where did it all go
wrong?"
i do think about acting like an atheist thinks about
god... but then i see...
richard harris playing marcus aurelius...
and i think: well, anything is possible!
this isn't the marcus aurelius i imagined...
but it's always easier to imagine otherwise...
such as the same cemented:
a god most flawless,
governing parameters for / of existence...
also... flawless...
if only i were secular and, wordly, enough,
to mind the alternative anus-telescope:
of ego... and the subsequent trinity of ego the "father"...
superego the father and mother...
and the holy ghost: goat... like?
it's still a word i can't avoid...
shackles and cinnamon-buns and all...
let them eat cake! cake... or chuckles?
i would like to avoid laughing without choking
on the H and the exfoliation of vowels...
but then... consider the hebrew...
how is a man to laugh?
ha ha in 'ebrew is otherwise termed the definite article...
THE... but i don't either wise of this debate...
excesses of either propaganda theatres...
both sides are "right"... both sides are... "wrong"...
but to have to stomach language to this degree
of nuance... ambiguity...
to have to play a court jester...
to play the sycophant...
most disasterous...
i rather imagine myself constipated with what,
i'd rather hope to be a fart...
that something representing the ego...
and the mind... the whole process of thinking...
thinking as something akin to liberation...
but no... even "god" and god is a buckle...
no... not some invitation to praise "the almighty"...
to give the no. 4 the form of a square...
or to give the no. 3 the form of a triangle...
it's a spare word, not heavily invested in the hymn
of kings who look for crowns where
others look for loafs of bread...
the arabs like to point out the mirror...
they favor calling "it" by a name... all-ah...
so... all the "gods" gave out a sigh?
because they point out: GOD = DOG...
but when allah almighty comes along...
let's just call him blah-lah from here on in...
Blahlah the mighty... circa of the ninety nine litanies...
again... the omni- prefix fixation...
i much like the word as a... CONJUNCTION...
akin to AND... it's somehow glue and...
chestnut crunch... it doesn't elevate the "discussion"
or does it allow it to become subdued...
these words are really worth deleting...
these words are really worth deleting:
i've drunk enough to not have had enough
and all i'm looking for is a pillow...
there would be times where i would
seek a brothel...
not for anything other than something
to revise my ability to touch ice...
or... a doughnut... a cobweb or candy-floss...
lucky for me i still have my foreskin...
so... jerking off isn't some spectacular 15 minutes
on an armchair with scented candles...
it's being constipated and having
to flex the boring muscles...
as spectacular as... well... to be honest?
a memory from childhood...
grandfather, circus, clowns, a bear...
grandfather and a "forgotten" umbrella...
and lemonade... in a plastic bags...
don't ask: i too try to figure out where
the goldfish was supposed to appear...
oh the days when growing your hair long
implied something borrowed from Birmingham...
a style to occupy your mind with...
heavy-metal riffs... sure... sometimes debasing
yourself with eye-liner and some lipstick...
but only something for a Friday night...
i have yet to see a trans-sexual don
a french braid... i know i did...
i woke up one morning and listened to some
king crimson / jethro tull...
the sunrise was... clementine shy prune lazy grape
and a hint of... straw...berry...
french braid and off to school...
how about forcing a chisel excavation into
an iceberg to find both the Titanic and
a glass-reminiscence of Rodin's Kiss?
perhaps it's only about being agitated about such...
mediocre "travesties"... such...
beguiling affronts...
there... i've found "it"! that's the only: +++++
point of his spew... beguiling affronts...
those two words could become curated in a gallery
of some rhetorician's speech!
believe me... they could...
it would almost be ideal...
if "god" didn't come in the way...
but that word is a f-cking muzzle...
perhaps if there was much more than a Jesus from
Barcelona to go by...
if this god had a name...
well then... because no one is going to name
this "god" the tetragrammaton...
nope... 2K years and still no name...
there is the omni-litany of traits...
but still no name... Hey-Zeus?
blank... allahu akbar = a f-cking hard-on
for uzi-strobe-light of disco-death...
epileptic zombies break-dancing...
like Lt. Dan Band in Fowest Glump...
Jesus this... Jesus that...
but still no name of Jesus' "Dad"...
well it's not the tetragrammaton...
since the Archangel Michael became a Saint...
no... really... without the Jehovah's Witnesses...
because the Father is never really acknowledged
as... the name has to change from
the OLD to the NEW...
until the time when the Spanish didn't name
a Jesus Hernandez from Barcelona:
a Jesus Hernandez... from Barcelona...
until you could move toward...
Peaches Geldof and Paris Beckham... or Romeo
or Achilles...
nonetheless... this is truly embarassing verse...
these words are unavoidable...
sticking out like fifth limbs...
but at least they're written!
and not spoken... for... a muffing effect...
but they better be... written as such...
at least the hebrews have this one rule...
the knowledge of the name: ha-shem...
the name itself: the tetragrammaton...
and then the rule: say all the words in your bank of vocab.
EXCEPT... this one word...
say Adonai... Elohim... but never... "Jehovah"...
sure... if would work great with the Christian
tradition... but i don't know the name of
the god or "god": to begin with...
so how can i keep something sacred...
what's the alternative...
Lord Voldemort?! Sauron? Cthulhu?!
oh look... "semi"-serious literary considerations that
touch on my own, stated, "concerns"...
"he who shall not be named"...
but at least i could prance about with f-ck-all to mind...
if i were to, manage, and care...
and know the name of hey-zeus' father...
oh hell... that word would never be spoken of in vain...
what a sloppy transition...
how can you not utter: jesus christ without vanity?
i'll tell you: those tourists shouting
allahu akbar seem pretty convinced when they do...
no Jean-Paul Sartre existential angst worthy
of a narrative in it to be bound to a book...
might as well shout something spectacular
in deutsche... gott! mit! uns!
ol' mc'donal' 'ad a 'arm... e'ah e'ah... oh!