Just a little red

Thinking. It's good for the organism but it does things to the soul. Mincing and churning and I never thought ideas could bite. Or have teeth. Or a soul. But then again I never thought about thinking that and now that I am somehow in this position, of cognitivity or conectivity or whatever, I have to say it ain't half bad.

I gots me my see-through glasses on. Yet again. It's like I'm 15 all over again. And I'm having the blues all the fuck over again... Hey!

I even got a room with a view. So it ain't half bad.

Fandango

So there it is. Bonkers bat-shit insane madness. Yet again. Phantasmagoria as I walk, delirium as I sleep, inherent abnormality of my waking life. Like... like what the fuck is going on man?!

Listen... I think I have again passed the point of no return. The world is burning and I have the best seat in the house. So let it burn. Let is burn fast, or let it burn slow, let it flicker and die, let it come back strong like lightning - there, here, now, gone... Just, just stopped caring I guess. And the road winds and turns and moans through the landscape and through the forests and the swamps, galloping in slow motion, like a snake slithering towards the mountains.

The natural ebbs and flows you'll never find any formula for, except if you know how to look. Do you know? Have you learned sight?! Have you opened your eyes? My eyes are open.

Just look at it burn! The flames are dancing. The flames are flickering like the supple legs of beautiful women. Flickering, flaming, burning...

Dastardly

So it is like stupid, like when the winds will stop crying in the land where they let the ship sail cry like the sunset which is the sunrise of nothing... The wind grows and ebbs and will always flow.

There were Gog and Magog and then there was night and then there was day and then there was everything in between everything which is exactly what it is... and then there was Cupid which is so fuckin` stoooooooooopid it don`t even fuckin`matter in the sunrise that comes after the moon goes to sleep.

My oh my oh my, my skin which is the complexion of the sky. It teaches you shit. And then some!!!