Understand... I.N.G.

Everything I see, today, is like images from an old film... Blurry and bizarre.
I feel disperse, confused, "like butter in too much bread" (Tolkien would say through Bilbo)

I just want to smoke and sleep. yet I'll do my job anmd eat my food.

Is like if someone stole my energy, my life. Or maybe i need to fell completly and blindly in love. To lose my mind and soul over a girl.

Or maybe I just need a good fuck. Whatever, I'm eating now, and I'm begginigs to feel better so... nevermind.

Half awake, half asleep. More like dreaming the life, or is it the other way around?
Living a dream?
Who knows...

The thing is...
Something is strange in the worls, i feel alienated from everything and everyone... Including myself

Weak, like a bay. I would like to assume fetal position. But i can't. I weant to sleep, to rest... No more?

Dams Shakespeare, we are the same. I undesrtand you throughly, arrogance and false modesty are not on the menu, are not included, maybe scotch or a martini, but certainly not arrogance.

What are words?
Where do they come from?
The mind, perhaps?
The spirit? probably...
The everlasting order, the supreme profet, the Laplace Demon?
Most likely...

Idle talk for lost memoirs.
Stupid ideasthrown out off mi sight.

Maybe is the time of the year...
Autumn is always blue. Drag'd down to the bottom, and your bosom is higher...

I remember my future from my past life, back when I was little, only a child...Only?
I'm the one and only, lolely from hapless, helpless broken hearted club... Yes, yes, I know, is not like that, but the Beatles would understand that I must be original...
Even when I copy..