I remember past several suns that I was above her and she below me. Her body was all around, cast beyond what I could understand walking past a heart that beat. It beats cymbals and saxaphones and the black-faced monsters grin at me in the windows that I've been behind. I crawl up there and smile and wonder why I didn't live before where only lives know sense for no sense, none sense, can't pent up myself. Won't back from the eyes that will be fine.
I see you looking in my eye with the light. I hear your voice next to my ear. I don't feel the pain that the satirical newspaper said, but that's why it's a joke. This whole facade is a big jihad against seriousness, and it seems that my body was the Twin Towers of the subject-verb agreement to kill me dead.
You missed out. I am forever now. It's mine to make what I take and give and live and fake.
Full brains, full heart, can't lose.
My eternal fantasy is with her, with that girl that I didn't know though I spent so long "knowing" her. Wink implied. Well, so it goes down the rabbit hole. My body is a broken Wonderland, and that Cheshire Cat keeps smiling with chipped teeth.
I'm not mad, but we are all a little mad here. But I ain't even mad.
U mad, bro?
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