throwing words into a melting pot of thoughts and feelings. no target.no point. the fact of the matter is that i am nothing more than a subject.such revelries and fantastically modified strobes of white light.tubes and globes. nothing matters. and this isnt coded. dreaming ofwhispersilks and unimaginable nothings. such annoyances these feelings are. i wish to touch the clouds if only i weren't afraid to climb. no onewants to climb, but everyone wants to touch. elusive. unkind. shimmeringand wild. such is peace of mind. a trickster at heart. never resting. always moving. a witness to the collapse. no one enjoys pain. throbs and spasms. unbearable. to wake in the middle of the night just to spew andthrow up. i want to go. i want to leave. confinement. i resent it. trapped and misdirected. paths hidden, no maps, not even policemen. nevermind. a wonderful word. after everything said, end with nevermind. its wonderful to know that such words can be written to form random spoof.another idea from the old box. nothing new. nothing grand. nothing moreeverything less. it all ends. eventually. eventually. such talks. nonsense.its all nonsense. i wish it would stop. then again, maybe i dont want it tobut again, eventually it will. a few more words. and then none.
nevermind.