Don't Read.

To take the law into one’s own hands

To guide the direction of the superfluous winds

To cry for nobody and laughing inside

Into a single bedroom of Cheetah, where coffee was juxtaposed with tea and monochrome defined the atmosphere of rancid personality with dirty hair. The razor had residue of blood on it and the water was percolating from the bottles. Man has fallen to lust and love, whores are standing up for presidential positions which makes Sheep’s gay. Sheep’s are wonderful beings with a great dialect, they have great vowels and an articulate command over their tone. Now as to why Men have fallen?

Very obvious reason for the fact that Men have the capacity to love and create, the beautiful act is extinct though where delinquents rule over the sub urban and slowly progressing to urban. The seignioral times of nobles are over and new street loafers are marching upfront with cheap cigarettes in their mouth. Ash flies with the wind, a wind with no thought, just flowing to impress the concrete trees and their roots. Buddhist are surreal ascetics with graphite head and orange impressions who charm people with their calmness. Long fingers and Small thumbs are truly remarkable for painting pictures and pictorials and paws are the greatest gift for creating metamorphic clouds. Lions rule in Savannah and hunt gazelle with ferocious appetite while Bengal Tigers hunt for Carps in Mangroves and maybe sometimes banana leaf for which they require a ferry. Demographic explosion has hurt Indian minds, people used to love people they still do and copulate and generate soft little babies. Those babies/infants grow up to be muscular hunks or sometimes more times feminine cuties or masculine feminine androgynous Homo sapiens with rigid rectangular jaws and smooth lips. Jungle has no laws, it expands with the progressive vegetation and flora-fauna stuff. Artists visualize jungles through colors but what if they visit a jungle and encounter heavy drifting snakes with black licky licky tongues? Deadly and gory with absolute death narrations at your door step. Cremations take burden on human spirits as human beings are tender and require care like a fragile bubble which smells like strawberry, the artificial ice cream ones. The original ones do not smell and taste acrimonious just nasty with furry dubious seedy eyes and the color speaks for its own taste when bit by mammalian mouth, gnawing flesh, red meaty flesh with natural health and organic. Dinosaurs are extinct as we all know but what about costume disguise subterfuge undercover agents eating crispy chicken legs?

The batter made of honey and milk and fried to brown and then consumed by our 28-32 teeth and toxic saliva. The food takes time to churn and yearns for some of that honey mustard with a fly in it, you can eat the mustard…. Not dirty at all, silly humans with their false intuitions. You will die of stage IV cancer for sure not a fly inside your stomach. If you stare at a fly you can see its tube sucking the fuck out of the object it tries to make love with. Loving to them comes naturally and they don’t question about love. If you ever doubt about love then you can never love anybody, not even yourself. Eating your shit will be somewhat familiar to what you can assume as love and the corresponding consequence will be somewhat like a mirage in a dessert. There are no oasis-eses in your life, you create oasis-eses to elude yourself from the current bitter tragic happenings. If a crab happens to crack on one you’re below nuts then take the pain brother, Amen.

Heartbreaks are not misfortune, they should be considered as the highest reward. When man/woman/mammal/insect realize that gravitation is necessary to walk vice versa, in similar fashion clothes protect what mind commands. The eyes are just mental magnifiers, by rejecting nudity and the fashion behind it one truly rejects being whole. Whole wheat are not entirely whole these days, commercialization has made us believe so many things which never exist but are there to prove the worth of just breathing the air which is not even required by Martians. Nobody can bend the words through worlds like we do, the humans with genitals empowered with the power of words, and it’s not the same in bed is it? The same intellect goes down deep to twist the wretched dirt which after bed in real life synopsis is considered to be dirty. O you being with simple structure and body stop killing yourself, live a life worth your time. If you use the word love it should show, the meaning can be anything. The world love can mean cancer or hepatitis, words are not required to elaborate. Just use your elbow and hands to protrude whatever the fuck it wants. The recurring use of fuck makes you cringe? Why?

You can a say fuck you to a chimpanzee and simultaneously give it a banana. You can either get a kick or a warm kiss. That’s what you believe, the visuals inside tell you that. Future is not to be predicted, what if you fall in love with a Chimpanzee. None of anybody, none of us are living, all of us are doing the slave work again and again. The life, the physical experience might not tell you this, but if you look like one looks that everything around you is being done in the same manner again and again. Naturally philosophers, artists and scientists might arrive to planet earth because they need (desire) something original to keep their heads aroused. If you ignore and wish to believe whatever you want to then please do and die an average death, death is nothing but the exposure to something where mind evaporates.

Birth is death, you die every second but for what? Die for me baby, I will orate a sonorous A Capella for you and we’ll make love and talk about red roses maybe white.

What do I do then? Even if I were to hear somebody like you. I have nothing to say, I’m just typing what where my hands take. I won’t remember how I wrote this, it’s super fast jelly fish like the Gorillaz.

(Hans Richter)