- Books, Literature, and Writing
-Ode to Schizophrenia (not really just a tangential mind)
Wind from the speed only lasts a second as we forget the wind we need for the plane to land it. And yet we get and are given astray from a million frames per second to a stationary crystal ash tray. Where does the future lie when we are lying about it. I never wanted to be an Einstein or a character these writers portray just a humble guy with a wife that never stops laughing at the corniest humorous display. For a panther might eat me with a grin as fast as lightning but if I had my way I would eat that chocolate pussy all fucking god damn day.