how-
ever,
is (of
course)
most def-
initely not
what is
usually
got.
what you
read and
hear do
not jive
with the
gestures
flung about
by the arms
to which are
attached
the mouth
that wrote
whatever
you only
just read,
or spoke,
the non-
sense
you, what-
ever, heard.
uh uh.
we all
self-de-
freak
some-
times
without
even know-
ing why (&
by my guess-
timation, of-
tener with-
out any
knowhow
at all; or so
it appears to
this idiot).
(and yes,
that’d be
me, the id-
iot who nar-
rows down his
options via
the loons.)
If you + me = us
then you are seem-
ingly oblivious.
you - me = words
like these; “so obvious-
ly seamless,”
it seemingly struck
the seamstress’
mistress. “and
it was so,”
blurted
the spider
rethread-
ing either
your fuzz-
iest zither
or your
scuzziest
sweater.
but if there is
an us, there has
definitely got
to be a fetish
for that.
and if it were
mine, man...
it’d be ever
such a goldmine.
