Yo-Yo Boing!

Can you finish your thoughts in a round about way. How can I play a fair game. Clear of gasses after red meat. Clear of thoughts that come to pass so full of paradigmas and estratagemas. So bloated and inflated of presuppositions and impositions from the dignitaries of discipline. Mandatories of embassies — always sending us messages — for avoiding troubles — when they come with the troubles they send to avoid newest buildings of monumental troubles and sorrows. I blew the horn to survive, and I blew the whistle to make it shine, and merried myself while shining the silver — and then I stopped believing in silver — and changed my money to wine. I drunked the horses of moneys I got — and troubled my monkeys with horses of blue. Velvet blue and malgre tout, I love you, my cherie. Où sont nos amoureuses? Elles sont au tombeau! Oh, please, get me free of meee. Free of taxes and free of impossibilities and free of presuppositions and free of impositions and free of preposteritions and free of prepositions and suspicions and ammunitions and recognitions.

I feel free from freedom, free of the statue of freedom, enslave me in a statue of freedom, my kingdom is a cry to freedom, no te salió bien, freedom, I want to enslave my freedom, con freedom, free alone is better con freedom than alone con freedom y sin freedom alone no hay freedom alone I am not alone free.

Where are the stinky feet that I am missing here? If I smell a stinky soaking sock and I suck and suck the smell that sucks these stinky sucking wet sucks that stink the socks of the smell I suck. I tell you, it’s rotting stinky. It sucks my blood, and it stinks of rot, it rots my stink, and it stinks my feet with stinky soaking wet socks, it’s dried and soaking wet, but if you soak it while you dry it, it sucks while its stinky smelly feet soaking wet become dry and hot at the same time, and it is stinky, soaking wet. Sucks.

Sucks and Sucks.

Have you thought about me lately? Thought about you. Or suck about you. Sucks the smelling stinky thoughts are sucking wet while drying — fumes — the smelling stinky thoughts, away, the dry and stinky smells of earth, of paradigmas and chiguaguas and chinas mías — and naranjas — gandules and beldades — brisas — risas — son — risas las mías son stinkies — las tuyas son finas — brisas caídas de la tumba a la nada se caen stinkies son las mías.

— How did I perform?

— Didn’t you hear them laughing. I had to keep pausing. They were always laughing. And the ones who laughed hardest were the students. I enjoy performing for the masses.

— Students are not the masses.