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hannibal's wine (sire to drinking and having to, also, write with b'ah b'ah grammar and... orthology is non-existent in english, to be hoarding'nest)

the grapes are still hanging -
i should be making my own wine right now,
but i'm not: because: i'm simply... not...
i'm sitting drinking some wine
from several years ago:
smoking my due...
looking at an eucalyptus tree
begging for a voice / movement
with a jolsting wind...
obviously "nothing"...
so i guess i'll leave these grapes just
hanging... the leaves are "gone"
dropped off... or simply migrated
for the summer with the storks...
but at least the grapes are not
simply falling...
the blackbirds are alright in keeping
up to my desires: not mine...
but what extends when you have
some grapes and you're not going
to eat them: or make wine with them...
but at least the birds are having
a fill...
blackbirds? well...
shpaki... magpies, crows... etc.
i was going to make some wine...
now i'm not going to make "some" wine...

joke: ante "contra" ad...
which implies hannibal...
portas: and there are seven tiers
of hell...
hannibal /before/ the gates
hannibal /at the/ gates...
no definite articles weaving with english
back into latin...

suppose who owns what:
except i ail with a voice that's also...
an illiterate X on the ballot...
but i don't grate voting...
looks like when people disagree with
me they just decide to:
pretend... it's mutually exclusive:
i don't exist they don't exist...
but the flimsy comic book is
uber-real...

democracy: amassing a sulk fest
already mattering on the verge(s)
what's already:
whether capitalism or communism:
it's bureucracy one way or
the other: the status quo of tongues
a money is grieviously
intact...

ancient lore of steel from
either die krupps or some other:
playboy deserter fest:
bullet for a grain of sand...
here's to my... ivory tower:
although i don't play golf...
golf is hardly a fucking ottoman
couch - however well positioned...
i walk to ease
a claustrophobia of thought...
when i walk i require
the desirable shoe-fit...
who the fuck needs
a pogo stick a ball and a concept
of a hole to settle scores...

why wouldn't these stubble brows
incoceive themselves
over a round of fucking
ping-pong...

Kendal Roy... from HBO's succession...
when he buys a packet of
american spirit... steal a packet of
duracel batteries just to:
"drop" them off into a bin...
to steal in order to disregard...
all these modern names...
peaches geldoff...
why not a name like:
bob is already too.... too...
delivered at too frequently used...
rob roy son's of bitches...
skurvysyny:

pina colada...
hic et hoc... here and "for this"...
little ol' england...
always terrible concerning
internet connectivity come a certain
hour, of, "need"...
pockets of isolation
i have a cat in my bed
attempting to claim miracles
with a coushion...
but this cat is probably
best... since
there's nothing sucking...
at best this... i can't make eases
for a chiral woah-man!
it's best to keep the cat
and never hollow myself over
an oyster's credo of cunt...

and we're all luvvy-dubby will's the nuanced:
kneels... srgt. pepper and the first thrists
of charles dickens... blah blah...
queen lizzy is the shizzle and
bad drizzle... and thank you:
the show's over...

as ever a... "question"...
a polack under the premise
of the soviets... cul de sac of iron...
how the sstallite states
upon a gorbachev implosion:
safely done..
who's feeding who?!
from under the curtail...
for spear in hand...
toward the h'american promise!
promise me lithuania or mongolia:
keep me... having already kept me:
it's not all cosmopolitan new yorker:
because it's not like it could
be translated via england,
the murk... the bogus... wolverhampton...
per se... e.g.,

mrs and mr quiff-bear...
high pride and the cheese tipping point
of: "blonde on blonde"...
leverage for the slaughter brigade!
thank fuck i haven't
invested in beyond: the sperm towing
tissue ejaculated as paramount
for the worth of genocide... yes:
that's nice, nice gilded Assads...
thoroughly: from now...

invalidating response:
because... the roman poets heaved rhyme...
oh sure...
rhyme was a pop phase from
those... lost pressure being kept
a continued effort...
fuck me even the ancient greek
tragedists didn't bother:
come the nuance or... chance
to rhyme... otherwise: what use
is rhyme and geometry and
prison... rhyme is a fucking square...
it's necessary pork chops
and... xeno-
prefix alone...
who brought in the Zee Zed: Zeno?
i fucking know what Xeno
scientology and william burroughs looks
like... a skeleton...

phonetic nuances and this tongue
of a whore and nuanced kings / queens...
14 days of self-isolation
and i haven't yet exacted a meeting
with an authority that might support
such demands...
so lies tip-toying more lies...
yes... let's pretend that from
the excuses we met!
"but it's the 20th century"!
suddenly we met up with the 21st...

the billionaire president is playing golf...
what's that in terms of "sccore":
one more notch on the belt of... scoreland?
by the pussy or via the fiddling
with oysters?!
i never... truly... fucking know!
who's who in the game
of shoving hard-boiled eggs
up the opponents ass...
at least... no one cited
the need for either fist or elbow:
i'm poor... the prostitutes i fucked
have either pychiatrist or priest status...
i play hide and seek with god...
not psychopaths...

why is it that paedophiles are target
practice while...
psychopaths are: fair... game... lauding...
who gives these nuances of
revision...
it's no to the paedophiles...
but a yes to the psychopaths...
so... i guess that's...
yes to the meteor and ol' dino!
hello monkey brain freeze!

i am allowing myself an interlude
via this... ha ha... makeshift...
populis vox:
voice of the people...
oh no... the trough... the roughage...
i believe than skins
is an unbelievable concept of
claiming reiteration...
because.. there's no milking it:
only puss... thise hard heaved
glue of the excess of...
let's pretend this evil is merely
a teen's godot of puss...
it's not evil: it's not puss...
it's just acne...
and that's all it will ever be...
hush hush: cowardrice for the sake
of: "someone's looking"!...
probably a neighbour...
who... one will... never
relate to... beside the already presribed...
guillotine of bullshit...
how does one... guillotine... a turd
the worth of a centipede?
all pretend wriggly like
an orgy of parasites?!
just asking: i wasn't avilabble for you
to imagine how...
maggots sold for adventures
in fishing tend to...
to: zenith with...

i drink some vodka i'm tasting plum:
it's still that cosmopolitan hangover...
it's beside giving me the blues...
the nostalgia surrounding the 1950s...
but there's a sylvia plath and i know:
someone was giggling with
being unhappy...

otherwise it was...
the 20th century: the best kept excuse...
the hebrew party became split...
some that became the affront
of the grey cocaine sniffing crowd...
and some who escaped prior
and established the harrow-woo...
"quirk" "thinkers" and
the congregation of christ...
which, they were... sorry not sorry...

this was supposed to be a conversation
without the demands of the...
afro-choccy-cult of: reiterting history...
oh i love the adverts though...
shame i can't buy into the fucking
ideology!
you know what adverts are...
for a person who can't buy into them?!
fucking reading material...
brainwaves:
theologians from tigh-land...
thailand...
i can't buy shit!
if i can't buy the shit you're selling...
to the people who are buying it up
like a fucking gulp of thirst...
what's porno?!
i'm the same fucking toad-see
of voyeurism... baseless cunt-fuck!

yes... here come the "incredibles"
of the half-wits... halving-of-knotting...
barrel bounty of laughs...
some swedish existential feast of a movie...

a society overtly saturated with tits
and irish prancing luck: four leaf clover?
this? this is all i...
oasis from a stone when suckling toward
a deadening end...
for the ink that's my mine...
and me walking off a beach
toward the bosom of the sea...
and she's still... gesticulating:
oh god what might be, will be...
she isn't going to hurry when her
"plantagenant lineage" is
being... fuck-faced with no...
inheritor...

come the grandchildren...
i'm already a quarter...
so... what's the d.n.a. atheist argument
about... keeping solace with
a variation of eternity?
me up from an eigth? "you" fucking...
solace rhetoric retribution "quest":
conjunction interlude that forever
returns to... ping-pong of a fuck you?!

come on! let's either celebrate
the tonsure... the kippah...
the foreskin... or the deciphered via
islamic floral pattern of the cunt!
i will gladly approach
the needs for the dodo project like
some beta-buck-delux...
i'm out... veto.. ditto... what's the other
"word" for opting out?
a latin maxim?

per caput... pre: joggular...
towing bite, and chew...
and mandible jaw... and elbow...
and knee... and...
a variation of: i told you so...
it's not like i didn't know...
up in that acorn tree...
oh i knew:
i would have kneeled but i forgot
my knees...

that "they" stop apparently speaking...
when you ears are too eager to quest
for hearing...

i knew that i could't prescribe myself
what could have been allowed...
how much of faking it...
leaves me with habitually promising
a sentencing of reality...
without an -ism...

come to think of it...
co-conspirator... in a time of authentic grief?
and later: a time...
how such an ingregious act, most,
subjective... untested...
will come back and haunt...
oh but i have something else
to heave: to borrow...
but... will it become apparent...
how... unlikely!

who isn't tired... "these days"...
oh god... the sun's a bbq...
the moon a blistering tan-line...
forgive me not clinging to mind
the blue and... soultry;
beheld last: i know i never do.

Comments1

  • L. B. Mek

    1) 'i'm sitting drinking some wine
    from several years ago:
    smoking my due...
    looking at an eucalyptus tree
    begging for a voice / movement
    with a jolsting wind...
    obviously "nothing"...
    so i guess i'll leave these grapes just
    hanging... the leaves are "gone"
    dropped off... or simply migrated
    for the summer with the storks...
    but at least the grapes are not
    simply falling...'

    2) 'democracy: amassing a sulk fest
    already mattering on the verge(s)
    what's already:
    whether capitalism or communism:
    it's bureucracy one way or
    the other: the status quo of tongues

    suppose who owns what:
    except i ail with a voice that's also...
    an illiterate X on the ballot...
    but i don't grate voting...
    looks like when people disagree with
    me they just decide to:
    pretend... it's mutually exclusive:
    i don't exist they don't exist...
    but the flimsy comic book is
    uber-real...'

    3) 'invalidating response:
    because... the roman poets heaved rhyme...
    oh sure...
    rhyme was a pop phase from
    those... lost pressure being kept
    a continued effort...
    fuck me even the ancient greek
    tragedists didn't bother:
    come the nuance or... chance
    to rhyme... otherwise: what use
    is rhyme and geometry and
    prison... rhyme is a fucking square...
    it's necessary pork chops
    and... xeno-
    prefix alone...
    who brought in the Zee Zed: Zeno?
    i fucking know what Xeno
    scientology and william burroughs looks
    like... a skeleton...'

    4) 'i am allowing myself an interlude
    via this... ha ha... makeshift...
    populis vox:
    voice of the people...

    hush hush: cowardrice for the sake
    of: "someone's looking"!...
    probably a neighbour...
    who... one will... never
    relate to... beside the already presribed...
    guillotine of bullshit...
    how does one... guillotine... a turd
    the worth of a centipede?
    all pretend wriggly like
    an orgy of parasites?!
    just asking: i wasn't avilabble for you
    to imagine how...
    maggots sold for adventures
    in fishing tend to...
    to: zenith with...'

    5) 'i'm the same fucking toad-see
    of voyeurism... baseless

    yes... here come the "incredibles"
    of the half-wits... halving-of-knotting...
    barrel bounty of laughs...
    some swedish existential feast of a movie...

    a society overtly saturated with tits
    and irish prancing luck: four leaf clover?
    this? this is all i...
    oasis from a stone when suckling toward
    a deadening end...
    for the ink that's my mine...
    and me walking off a beach
    toward the bosom of the sea...'

    6) 'this was supposed to be a conversation
    without the demands

    a variation of: i told you so...
    it's not like i didn't know...
    up in that acorn tree...
    oh i knew:
    i would have kneeled but i forgot
    my knees...

    that "they" stop apparently speaking...
    when you ears are too eager to quest
    for hearing...

    i knew that i could't prescribe myself
    what could have been allowed...
    how much of faking it...
    leaves me with habitually promising
    a sentencing of reality...
    without an -ism...

    come to think of it...
    co-conspirator... in a time of authentic grief?
    and later: a time...
    how such an ingregious act, most,
    subjective... untested...
    will come back and haunt...
    oh but i have something else
    to heave: to borrow...
    but... will it become apparent...
    how... unlikely!

    who isn't tired... "these days"...'

    7) 'i was going to make some wine...
    now i'm not going to make "some" wine...

    joke: ante "contra" ad...
    which implies hannibal...
    portas: and there are seven tiers
    of hell...
    hannibal /before/ the gates
    hannibal /at the/ gates...
    no definite articles weaving with english
    back into latin...
    .
    .
    .
    i drink some vodka i'm tasting plum:
    it's still that cosmopolitan hangover...
    it's beside giving me the blues...
    the nostalgia surrounding the 1950s...
    but there's a sylvia plath and i know:
    someone was giggling with
    being unhappy...'



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