Wow! beforehand. Glimpse of distorted visions and unequivalent vanitude. Still great but cream crocodiles and peaches.
How to think when your mind is full of unknown options but the day is long and freedom scarce and pain is felt all through the body but the mind continues to grind and still I am happy 'cos I am gonna sleep well tonight when the stars shine and the moon fall asleep with tender loneliness all above the sky with want of unknown company and wine and dessert and strawberries and mountains and other succulents when the day ends after seven and half months of penitence and pain and distortion and all I want to be is a writer with no knowledge of self and ability beyond unknown dimensions that I seem not to find in unforgiving explosions of the grim clouds above the blues and sharp tone of the next generation of robots to come. Even a Haiku would remember my name!
