somehow boredom matters and allowed itself
my mind:
restless laziness i am finding
is the required injection
the panacea of measuring the right amounts
because living alone is stressful
and i'm back living under one roof with parents
and i'm dosing self-dosing
i smoked some marijuana and tobacco
in that European hurtful
and drank a little *****
and i'm alone and no wife
nagging me
and daughter nagging me and her
and i smoked and drank a little
because i want to imitate the headache:
and listen to music
and write and if i can't speak to anyone
because the gnocchi came out ****
blame the potatoes
or rather i didn't add enough flour...
what's Spanish for milk and flour?
leche y harina...
         pan y manteca: that's F:
not an S...
which brings me unto the Hellenic Z...
and what will i do
read a book
yeah but reading can translate into a very
anti-religious feeling of organising parts of life
that are questions and the paths
of question-worthiness
most notable in the context of Da-Sein
that would be the You
of the Self the self-questioning
a Moral Gesticulation to Ghost...
i'm back to watching *******
and a limp ****
because the mind is switched on
in the bellybutton the the world that is London:
you need a different life-speed
to question that distance and pockets of time
we are:
   the term escapes me:
but it is hidden in Da-Sein...
              if there is a Da-Sein...
there must be a -Zeit...
                          space is counterintuitive
to the mind... given the confines
of the immediacy of body
and nothing
but also the idea of pets and organisms
and if man is an animal
then as an ecosystem
of bacteria viruses
foreign bodies
and even parasites
from there
working toward dogs and cats
and horses
and beyond that the immediate family
****** and return to *****
a ***** Among the Ecosystem of
the body... and body thus as translating
into the Res Extensa:
that is truly objective:
i know i am subjected to the body
but the body is also subject of me
and as pronoun with only nouns and
no verbs attached to it:\
grammatically speaking
i am by now a liquirice fluorescent octopus...
called Nagging Frankie...
not Franklyn my other Long Lyn... of abstract...

ah yes: for the Da-Sein there must be a different
"there" to being... i need to find another preposition
within the confines of Zeit...

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but without a wife to snuggle
or listen to
just going before sleep
it's so boring falling asleep alone
it might be scary for a woman
or lonely:
but for men it is boring...

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