Again that same green lunacy.
Come baby,come…you have deprived me for a long time…
Uplift my cerebral leeches, lick me with your green tongue.
Tonight going to be a night of excruciating reunion,
I am going to get shot by millennial bullets…
and this goofy buddy of mine going to smoke the cigarette of my soul.

This darkness is in rehabilitation…it borrows it’s light from a distant illumination.

I have always dreamed about two segregated clouds connected to a charcoaled hand…
I have phobia of clouds,
I fear their ephemeral existence,
I fear their obsession to height.
My baby is going to take me away from that dream,
tonight I am going to sleep with open eyes…and tonight I am going to practice the trick that my mother showed to me…
‘How to remain alive in a room full of bloomed people.’

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Photograph: Google.