To insist as an insect would, a gnat flying with anger, crashing into windows as if a great power, and beyond horses explore and grow smarter. The wind of time drives the mad, and a full moon insane then becomes as messes do, believe then in a mistake and nothing comes.

The deceivers deceive themselves. Smoke engulfs the cosmos.

It can't be a lame life, no not. Can't forget what matters most. So I cleave to the best styles and gaze down then up. It is weird being who I am. Still what choice do I have. The wonders of nature tell no stories, but sometimes crows act strangely.

It happens dude!

Some say words create reality. Not exactly. I prefer the alphabet and googleplex. Less bs.

Expression.

I am ready.

Remember better!