Cacophony

ANd lately I was found , loughing in crude circles , entangled , to that shcmuck of mine that is myself . Yet wild , endangered jive farfetched in the mind deranged , that´s perturbed in arranded sophistication of the time of equinox, paraphrased one can not just wonder , cause , jest becomes guest boulder , dash wise comes to pundit , stop blunder, too blunt, ought forget about it...

Than comes it again , that fear I am plunged every night into , before I come to that bed of mine and lay asleep for the dark of night. The despair overwhelms me , and I get that choking spasm in my throat that the next day will bring that awfull reallity of life itself . Fear itself unleashed , into my being , strikes me and it bothers me much that , I will get older the next day , for that night that has come to past.

Seriously !!! This is not a phony excuse to write something to make people more dilated or estranged . I´d consider this wretched squanderind as a pure extravagant off that chest nuts attempt to relate to my own seductory being in a world that is so lost in all it´s loneliness of friendly dlooks , eyes and smiles allong those inadvertents , or I don´t know, what ,what?!?

Some slender rest is all the mind needs , opacity is what my heart , head feeds on. I


Simple herrings desire is to be an ocean cisco.
Rellish

Chaps

I´ve got same friendly attitude as when I was a little boy , towards the birds of course.
They are nice , ya know , they fly arround no touching wind just unfolding it with their feathered wings and they´ve got some colour too. Today , I was all into it , life philosophy and babies, I noticed three ducklings making that woosh sound across the water , charming , they are trained for that of course. Think we all have bread in our pockets, but to have some you gotta grow it and than eat, if something is left over ducks get it, else, you gotta go to the store and buy some. Money you gottcha earn too . Than there´s this problem of delivering newborns , next thing you´ll see is that every day dork on a bension station with a shmuck grin all over his face that says , here´s the mad man again , he´s all but gone. To feed those lucky ducklings again , yeah. What can I say, life´s a swirl, not just bread crunchess and butter, sometimes you ought, get yourself loose in for real, it´s not about winning attitude it´s all or nothing. If I was able to breast feed these damn ducks I would have done it for sure, but all that I do is give them more bread to munch. What about my time here and there , after all this munching even the stuborness fades with tides of an old man, damn even my hair abolishes me. Know , don´t know .