Time stood still, or my watch broke. Either/or I'm late for work. I walk to work. Like a Luddite, hell, the way I've been living lately might as well call me a Mennonite. I'm surprised I have running water in the kitchen i live in. It's all I can afford right now but something tells me that everything will be fine soon. I'll have a car (which (which I do not obsess about (well maybe I do)) and at least had gave me gibberish, whether it be for work or for play. Pourquoi?? Because I can see the future. I see myself walking around my kitchen naked.
Strange things have happened. It will only get stranger. For I am the outsider, the poulou, the phenomenon of perception, the dancing philosopher and it will be understood. You'll see what it's like to live in this condition. Our condition, the human condition.
The serpent sting its fangs into me, deep, and I run to the shrub. My teeth glisten with the moon in my eyes. I am a night child. We all are.
When the idea exists, the action has already taken place. And I get some satisfaction. I drool. I smell like salt. Then I bathe and write, washing myself clean and cool. Ready to be my active human condition. I do not know what up and down mean anymore because up is endless and the down is grass between my fingers. So I'll take a shower and call you in the morning.
Pourquoi?
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