whe  we los  ou   lv s  e str  g e t  g t by 

                                                     that was how his dreaming toyed with him

like a cat with a mouse 

it just couldnt come to him in plain English  

what fun would that be

he knew he wasnt stupid

and when someone isnt stupid you wouldnt spoonfeed themwouldja

he wouldnt

he wasnt

                his mind just liked to fuck with him 

a voicenot his pronounced the sentence no following the bouncing ball and as it spoke white letters printed on the night of his mindnot his handwriting appeared whe  we los  ou   lv s  e str  g e t  g t by 

he followed himself completely 

hed give himself no argument

he agreed with its contention

                                      maybe  subliminally  he was struggling

although he couldnt say he felt lost

he would admit he felt his energies being disperseddissipating randomly  however even our best efforts often go awry and we find ourselves on paths we didnt foresee

but thats the beauty of life

it isnt a sure bet

well he wasnt going to get tied in a knot over this dream 

                                                             no more than when he dreamed only in text or speeches appeared in cartoon-bubbles or everyone he dreamed of were rendered as cartoon characters or that he spent all night perfecting homemade salsa after vandalising the apartment of someone he despised  smashing their paned windows hurling their furniture through them  the pieces breaking on the cobblestone street below    

when we lose ourselves we struggle to get by

0841,  Day-between-Two-Ts,  6  3. 19

1305,  Thursday,  7  3. 19

bouncing ball  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VxWcMzIY4BQ