Anti-Quit Smoking (Feelbad Hyperrant)

Smoke, as most of us shady salvation-seekers know, is not touchable in the same way an apple is. Or a helium tummy (squeeze! bop). Or the much-muddled consciences of those-who-join-the-bandwagon-without-mindnumbing-metaphysical-enquiry (pinch! pop). In accordance with universal standards of mock-tragedy, Newtonian causality becomes physically fallible when it comes to-

(This is a hasty interruption. Hastily, I cease to think. Only images. Freelove. SMOKE. SoporifierMediating Opprobrious Kaput Endomorphins. Oh you holy gods. You pigeon-holes. Damn the terror. Error. Aristotle was a biped bee-drone. Be. You. Bee. Philosophy, my phoot. Loot and lampoon the perpetrators of discriminatory fiscal policies, hyperventilated moral-policing, bourgeois ethics, utterly unnecessary academic discourse, T.S Eliot hate-campaigns, pink-dildos and the Other. The sea, the sea! O the world remains only-if and not-now, what a thorougly redundant- )

Ode To A Lamentable Thrush Writhing Beyond My Panoramic Vision:

O beauty, I call thee

Tweety.

In a thousand lives

(Let it not be Dyootee)