Blech!

we used to belive in the good old days...where natural absurdity was more or less a singluarity issue. everyone and everything seemed so dull...and we just managed to laze around ,under the sun, yes..we ve got our lotion..our magic potions...i wonder why then do we seem so realistic when reasons seems to fade away. some freinds and some more people, gather around in a room,over loud discussions and electronic whispers through voicebox booms. where's the sense in this distorted rambling.one,two and then comes three...just before four..i saw a man inside the room..and he asked me if i wanted to meet her..so i asked him to say yes for me on my behalf..and he just stood there and looked at me for a while..then he turned and removed his mask and peeled my face off from my skin and wore it as it it were his own and walked up to her and did the rest. the rest of the evening passed by with no prior notice,everything was just a blurry desolation.i wonder if i saw dylan in the room...i swear i could have heard his rhapsy lyrics somehwere in the corner of my head,anyhow...as the night came by..and as everyone left..there i was...all alone..wondering if i should just move on..or should i just stay for the kicks or just get a lick out of these leftover dreams?...

so quiet..so very special...she manages to stroke his hair off her dreamy eyes...i'm going..she told him...i dont think i'll meet you tomorrow..i've got a life..maybe i'll call you when i feel like shit....

silent dispostion inside a cookie jar..there seems to be a distant hum inside the room that spreads moody signals across my heart.

where's the fun in all of this..where's the frolic..where's the sin..so what's the indulgence all about then..blech!

My last bridge to hopeful reality, who had earlier rescued me from the illusive narcosis of self-induced self-battery resulting in thorough isolation from reality, seems to have abandoned me in broad daylight on the very bridge, halfway. (Torrents of water gush frothily & perniciously under us).
I assume he is walking away uncaring, unattached from me, while I contemplate my path…direction rather.
My state of mind is befitting my position-in the middle of a bridge coming from nowhere going to nowhere, watching pensively into noisy waters.

wats da fuckin point? of anything?