a life without.

a random piece of consciousness.

here the world seems to charm the fragrance round the bend, into anonymity, hiding from the background, away from the paints and the brushes and the greens and reds and oranges. an apple from the tree, the doctor, he wouldn't see me. it lies ahead upon the starry bank, where eliot sat, next reid and a quarter of einstein. he believed in awesome relativity. so you look now for a time that is played backward here in your head, a sick boy alone in his bed, shivering the fever playing out its dread, bodyaches and dripping muscus membranes. coughing up blood ever you see it. and then i told him jim, jim i said, you can't place the slant in a bedroom wall's rant of many many things and the ever patient man told me that the world's just going to fall sideways in a transient dream anyway, better to focus the camera in on a dream, away from the skulls, in iraq's sideways gleam. that's all very right and well but what about the ziijah and the telesect away from here where they would play. almost certain the doom and gloom write away from all the flagrant thoughts that add the fire and make them walk all crooked and stiff, down the wrong alley into bankman's palace. jim oh jim where did you go today? we sat living a dream in the living room floor, lee's pizza on the sofa, half eaten, a fetid attempt to consumer the world, flattened into 8 slices and a junk of pepperoni induces some calm nightmares of the world the sea in temperate. she walked on by, down by the beaches the world passed and the shadows hid from her last glance, her eyes, such a pretty treasure, as her eyes, they took themselves and wondered the world in wandering, this ennuay where the evening sat so filled with a lobster and champaign at that. i can't find the world again, not since the last time it blew up in my face, a lesson unlearned, it followed the sun round and round and and the place where it was last seen collided together in a some far of dream....