Schwack!
- my God
what's happening?
it's the little panic
button..
Fingering or figuring
the darkest black space
in your oh! so tiny head,
it's like electric,
or blue lightening,
A flash of vacant you,
stashed in places many,
And so it stabs, stabs,
from a microcosm
of no extension,
time is merely empty
and nothing to do,
nowhere to know?
But it found out
somehow..
how mind operates.
or at least breaks
at the slightest,
As the Gods stopped
watching long ago!
you have been looking
far too long into eternity,
Accentuated
by the most smelliest
fart possible,
that the human knows
itself,
casts an inexplicable shadow,
Doubts with uneven rest,
that it's existence is nothing
but a sort of sick joke,
played out by Alien forces...
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