i deCided to give up caPitalizing in a biD to free w0rds of nEedLess vanitY

i try.

sometimes, there is a feeling that lingers in empty beds and crowded buses that vacuous packets of reveries are being distributed to sullen and dimensionless entities that run around in chilly sunlight wearing half naked skins of mondew. for perfectly constructed words of wisdom are like serene sounds of snoring from the invisible life next door. harmonic yet calmly disgruntling.

and then there is this thing i wanted to say, mostly coz i am half asleep on this saturday afternoon and partly coz of the way we are - you and me. such and such. haffe! in a view much deconstructed, there is a sense of unprevailed delusion which hops around in otiose alleys of emptiness, that there is much being said and heard with either much or no alcohol. under lined-up round lights, on wooden benches, with people singing songs of unknown origin and dancing with no shoes on.. as a lil yellow half eaten moon hangs in the eastern skies watching a kid on his pogo stick pop out towards it. but that is not important.

sometimes, all you need to do.. is write. let it rip, jo'

i am the walrus.