the thing to do before writing anything at all is to go to grave quietly. when people of any consequence understand this it will be too late
Again I think they’ve fired the first volley. Teargas shells. To cry I feel like a disgruntled rebel. Why the fuck attack the eye. No matter really that this has happened, I remain unconvinced and the fighter. Every year im obstinately certain theres a discovery. This year too there could have been a search. Now the probabilities of finding upon search are quite slim because there is no knowing what I might do upon finding. If my search were a rabbit and I found it I would promptly put a rose in my knapsack and set out in search for the girl that lost it. But what would I do if I took it upon myself to find the rose. Where would I then find the rabbit that the girl has lost. However on the whole I like an improbable search. Or how else will I get up and leave. The adventure is just awesome. The feelings no dimmer in intensity than the mixed fright that might seize you just before you left earth for outer space. These surprises on a small planet are our apricot, plum and peaches. Nice little small little. What is surprising is that they have a seed at all. Now the leaves might be scattered or the plant uprooted, but what is important is that the fruit warn’t sour. It never is though to be honest. What happens is, through the eyes of snoopy, of course, a season comes and another follows, and so on and so forth. Not really come and go if you know what I mean. Just come and then lost in the fking ether if you are crazy what happened to them. Like it came and stayed behind. No one took it home. No one cared for it enough to look for it after stepping down from the ferris wheel. All these years all these years. They just came and stayed and I use my compass every time its back again to look for the past ones. Theres no finding them, theres no finding jack up the beanstalk.
Because even when running ahead on that overbridge, winning the race, I knew let no more be said. In the time to come il feel a greater pain.
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