Don’t realize it, don’t understand it, don’t dwell into bisection,

feel it and let it pass, 

let it stir your neurons and then detach yourself like a life boat without destinations. 

Don’t linger on your creations. 

This rotten phenomenon of slowing down is something without style.

Go like a gypsy firecracker,

go like a burning cigarette. 

Don’t let informations and books intimidate you in your flamed guts…

Go…go…go. 

Go without the parachutes and have whiskey through the descending free fall.

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