Let Us Do Something, While We Have

It Was Long Since I Had Longed For Anything And The Effect On Me Was Horrible.

I Try. I Fail. I Try Again. I Fail Better.

The Essential Is To Go On Squirming Forever At The End Of The Line, As Long As There Are Waters And Banks And Ravening In Heaven Asporting God To Plague His Creature, Per Pro His Chosen Shits.

We Should Have Thought Of It When The World Was Young, In The Nineties.

Words And Images Run Riot In My Head, Pursuing, Flying, Clashing, Merging, Endlessly. But Beyond This Tumult There Is A Great Calm, And A Great Indifference, Never Really To Be Troubled By Anything Again.