Heads heads roll around, on all fours the man screams. His voice echoes in his mind. When all the clowns leave there will be no-one to make me laugh, my head falls. Hits the ground with tremendous lust, when I’m awake I can see all the world, when I’m asleep I can see all the solar system, when I’m dead I’ll see the universe and your soul will be free. Once again I’m living inside my head, all I can see is the world outside, I think about what is happening and smile, the world revolves and changes and spins. All God’s children sitting still on a rollercoaster through space. We don’t know. What’s happening to the world, the streets are all empty but filled with trees, the buildings damaged and falling down. There is no-one left to see this, we are all gone, spirit of light, soul of shadow, not two but one in the same. When can a man still be a man? Think when you speak.

Yet another rambling.