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
