The Picture Of, Painted As Poem by Atef Ayadi

it was horrible to watch another semi quasi theatrical athenian imperial roman drama.
really what stuck in my mind,
is
the reddish man with red hat.
(please do not jump into lady in red song?
or any s-talor slash c-miley with drake hanging
out
and lunging-
in
at fifty-cent
one and only one
jacuzzi house.
cause
the water-pool is at the neighbors.)
i want to paint him, cause he is the first open air
out
'smarting the stupid'
poor funny actor.
i have the canvas, some spray and chalks.
i could be jealous about his age;
it possible!
butta,
not the software?
and definitely not the hardware.
also, i do respect his engagements and opinions,
and all these people lost to be found in the vicinity.
that is what rousseau said (peace upon him,)
and what is assange pleaded guilty for (peace for him.)
i have to come back,
to take care of the cats,
still i insist, rousseau first, then assange, and beauvoir
later or as soon as possible. cause, sometimes, the order of things does not really matter, which could be another song from s-gomez to t-barrow and that another song.
these are my liberal octopus black baster
to blockbuster old list.