I listen, drink, happiness, this told me here plain bent once. But the third road the better to knowing life it was the only thing could succeed walls,He like me had worked to his grave, the whole time he was dreaming of soft lumpous thighs. gravy mash potatos. in confusion i am utterly lost.I believe that life in some lays change, and to change there is roads, and to roads there Are many, some roads are long and some are short, some test the spirit or challenge the will. and the people who do not change there is a long strait road reaching to where The mind can only picture what lies ahead.i had found heaven it was nothing but a place within the self. always felt the truth of secrets of dark I guess I never dared my lips to spark.And out of the stupidity of life Give me another cancer cigarette. Wish the best that could be wished.Walked as the dead among the living. For some times the lights stand still to see the fluorescent blinding the elegance of the stars and the universe.Hard to let go but easier to hang on then the thought of having to ignore you. So much cooler in life riding hand in hand with devil. Remember I'm the cheapest glass of wine. Your fine whiskey.I waited on the road of life for a chance, an offering, a ride for where else better. The path of least resistance which became absolute.My vessel does not require fuel, but energy which from around and within, every thought is a ripple on motionless water, exerting in every direction and touching all within its reach.I seem bored with never ending space. To see the people who think existence is here and it's great. I am misplaced in a labyrinth of my own traps with all my craftiness against me so premeditated, so predictable and thing's could have not sustained on that system. I guess I am just here for the show it is no more motivating then hiding away. Feel I should be naked in a plain four sided box and mend the walls realize I am free, liberated of need and cares, big beautiful world outside. Meet you on the other side of the box, the circle whose center is everywhere, yet no where. First time I feel alive, a surreal sense of surroundings, a divine line of open lands and free spirits, a reverence of what used to be.they do not work, or pray, or laugh or say. there it is quiet and peaceful, full of sad german sypathetic poets, deepest of empathy. we lay by the river and drink, the wine, consider everything a blessing, words are never spoke unless there felt,real.the 90 flashed by in the flaucen of the twight light night, urine yellow the stars glisented twinknled. the heros are dead and dying, the villians continue. all thought have been thought to kill, to love, to hate, to be lost, to be found, the light, the dark.i desire and wonder ceaselessly, it is miracilous in the way people pretend queitly, it is not undouftfully adapt. I am unnerved and delirous, in a prepentual coma, thought i am totally aware, foolishy confused.I am endurable and eternal,bewildered and frantically fixed. it is starngly vague on the nameless avenue, where there are names, but other names before, once they had no names, they were quiet and perculiar, in one moment it vanished, it is the closest of ironys.