My excirement is so thick you can touch it. Fold it and squeeze it. You can feel your lungs with it and smell it, though, that`s the first and most easy thing. You can feel the sweet taste of it in your mouth, so strongly you start coughing. You can see it`s teal lineament. Hey, buddy, I guess you`d better close your ears - my soul is screaming out of inexplicable joy.
I`m a madman sometimes. I swear to Merlin I`m crazy.
I hate everything around so much I`m falling in love with nearly everything from THE another world. Lately my idea of having billions of separate realities intermining crashes, but not permanently. Now there is my life and everything ahead of it and something else, collecting all my loves from A to D, not including Z, think itself, how`s that possible. I mean it.
I ze . S ystemize . T o systemize . A life to systemize .
My time-theories break-broke-broken.
My life-plan`s galloping out of the acid-green smoke.
Ginger hair and never used razor on the middle shelf of the navy cupboard in the corner of the room. Half of the face staring frightendly out of the hospital corner with a large black eye. Cubicles on/in hand and a wet smile never leaving the corner of slightly puffy lips. Thoughtful wrinkles and tears dripping from the corners of wildly intelligent blue eyes. Sharp teeth and low voice ruining the remains of own artificial happiness exept for a lonesome cat in the destruction-zone corner.
A lingvistic feast in the psychiatric kingdom under the cosmological circumstances.
Gamble, gamble till the yellow ducks turn violet. They`ve gone to South America with their grandmother, don`t you know?
