Once you are in woods your veins, your hormones, your subdued comforts stop lingering over these beings. 

For all and once, I hate even the air around the puppets of these gargantuan paparazzi, 

the chronicle fellowship would head towards intangible and infinite evolvement. 

You, open all your windows and doors and roofs and floors and tissues and you will see the rolling and doped universe…

Breasts and vaginas are only something to see while you pass through there. 

Today these words just came to me after an unsuccessful attempt of being an intercourse junkie… 

The forefathers would have welcomed them with proper whiskey and the shots of star dumping tequila. 

I got to learn to sleep once in a while.