Monochrome Underwear and Ravishing Bitches.

Encounter what kicks your gut, what is it that makes your eyes sweat. Reason with conscious approach alone cannot work in this sphere, Imagination is often overused and misunderstood for something like green gardens and sea of sailors. Imagination is to be used and exploited, raged with alcohol and curd and all that smells nasty. In a park of wanderers where everyone clicks each other's personas with a blink of their snap. Snap necks not trust, make love with your body first, repair the broken boats before you begin your ode. Nobody is innocent and no true love can exist if the primordial state is based on falsehood. If you masturbate thrice naked on winter's night while listening to Bach then share this as  an expression of love, be honest and don't try to deviate from the original thought. If you want the liberty of eternal love then start now by accepting that there is no such thing as paradise and a warm bed with a warm cup of coffee. Whoever realizes the acrimonious threads of living alone and gradually accepts his/her own company deserves all the love that this universe has to offer, of course it depends if the individuals considers your love true or superficial like the rest of his/her existence. There is no solace or reward for struggling or trying to present yourself as a survivor, if you survive then you need to realize that this world is unfit for a genius like you. If you think of perpetrating suicide then do it only if that remains your final answer of course there are alternatives but then again it is you who has to discover that chicken. There is no thing as despair, only created by our heads for a warm company who is there to suck our privates, when men fail to acquire that warmth they consider themselves to be the loneliest of em all. Despair is felt when you get struck by lightning  on your penis while you prepare your pants to take a leak on a naked field.
Lighting might break your body but if your thought at that simultaneous moments remains gleeful then it's no despair but pleasure. Cockiness won't give you company rather it will provide many cocks in your mouth to chew upon. Don't take pride in your existence, consider yourself as the epitome of "Piece of Shit'" accept your trivial life and gradually learn to polish your habits. Nourish what's inside and write how it feels to live a life like a shit. Don't screw around with people, they are not worth your time and they share the same feeling. Consider this today, season's cycle are transient and so is your life, an absolutely ephemeral tree that's smoking its own life. There is no enlightenment unless you learn to accept what goes outside also if you feel calm right now then be prepared to have a wild night later.


Have safe sex.
Kaze

(Hannah Höch)