I feel like I am being choked to death.
The wind is walking in a rubbish heap to the sky.
My testicles sniggering a new way of being.
Look at me! I am embracing a childish hyperactive masculinity.
I see police cruise cars with revolving machine gun turrets telescope movie lenses, recorders sweeping around aroundfaster faster cars racing through all the streets of image recording taking, playing back, projected on walls images of windows, people, sky slow motion burning. We will no longer move in an atmosphere of infinite luxury?
I have visions.
Dying animals on a doomed planet.
I'm smiling all the time, contemplating my life, you and me and that makes me happy.