Post-script

Something to catch the eye - something cath-artic ~
Pretty as a flower, gentle as a snow ~
Can you find the boy, can you find the girl,
Thou giggly self, lost in a mist we all share ~

'Tis a confession we all make,
We canna help it ~ I believe the condition had a name ~
The name wanker could not be stopped,
But does it excuse you, the name, whether American Jew or Indian,
Does it excuse you, what name you may be called by ~
And what name you use to call an-other.

Stop while you can, like Marie Stopes,
Abort gently mercifully in a dingy operating room,
Just get out of here ~
While you can, here if you can.

Idiotos

Living in a time of fucking shit, what the fucking hell can you do?

Don’t fucking astericks me – what the fucking hell do you understand?

Questions mar the progress of our dialogue – fucking too many question marks./…….

I take solace in the moment of peace when my credit card is accepted and my desire to purchase

Authorized……

Your father, your brother your son denied lawful passage fully paid for with your fucking credit card….

How the fuck do you think that would make you feel?

Idiotos~~~~you give me clichés, you give me blind faith in your opinions,

Just don’t fucking expect me to live by them…….