I want to inhale humid air while running against the currents of wind till it waters my eyes; allow me to mislead my self into belief of capable emotion release, I dreamt of a corner on a bright street, with a singer humming, she stood next to her husband looking away from him, at me; she sang and began to cry, her husband took out an antique gun and shot him self three times in the head; as he fell she carried him while she sang "I know not what to do", I feel isolated in a world of free thinkers, I cant stop thinking about how Cambria exploded or how proteins replicate, I have doubted the necessity of existence of those superior to me, I've become able to understand the evolution of violence and the reason men go mad, I understand the threats of yellow volcanic eruptions, I am not afraid of confronting taboo, not if it were disguised as a mad army caring the heads of ordinary thinkers, I appraise self indulgence, I differ from Newton, I've drank barrels of zinc and iron and still lack abundant presence of it in my hair, I want to stand on steep cliffs and make lame jokes, I want to explore fate and announce the misconceptions of criminal psychology, hand over his book, let's satire his wrongs. Show me to that apple Eve; I want to see in what form god exists.