Tylenol, Harmattan and Boredom

 

Where's the human kernel, gone like hope trust and love reduced to mere abstract nouns off a textbook. Was it ever there or was I just simply rich then? masturbating to Ts Eliot wasteland and rewatching tatami Galaxy again

Hurry up please it time Anatawa burasaka menomaini

Sion Sonos guilt kf romance and Kawabatta's thousands cranes 

I see Satre crossing the street of .the Champ-Elysee or os it of Winston of 1984 hounding the antique shop.

Am I? Yes I am the one championing the Nigerian avant garde, 

A marijuana molding monk, or rather a marijuana scolding monk.

Sutra shouting, vedas vaunting, tantra touting clouds clipping, som of Indra. There is a lot of life in the quiet observing

We see fueling, hear the beeping of prepaid meters, thhe sun cast a sepia upon mygait and people cackle by like lost hens 

And I remain a smiling god upon my plain. Everything hinges on frequency, move up. Im thinking of Che and Whitman, Thoreau and Tagore while I sit at a distance submerged in awe.

I think of bells, vivi trying to scream at Koza. It's a different world and it's so pure, I love it so much, my heart feels like it will explode I'm a god.i pity these Demons dashing thiwe lives against eternal law, tbey are masticating life, doing my bidding thinking they are intelligent. Lao Tzu said it is sweet.

Indoors with tylenol for the pain, while harmattan blows boredom, picking dates with my left hand and and watching animes.

I tire of seeing ignorance and stupidity in flesh and blood they make face sell sex, how can you premise your entire life on the vetted reflection in the mirror.what prrssumption humanity ply

Be foolish, dop the good and crush them with the weight of their own conscience 

It sao sad I can't be a saadult a lot of Nigerians are sadult they see me walking the edge of a gutter singing and thinking I'm refusing to grow up they have heartbreaks for me , lessons in stupidity to teach me bit I just end up laughing. Only the strongest go through life still smiling

How can I tell them I'm content with my Own mind and it's on autopilot.

It talks and cracks me up and i love it.

It's a brain that works in correlation and it's beautiful, I see the begining and the end, the collapse of the very house being built, I see the aged death of every newborns and I am sure I have seen it before. 

Sex is too much of a. Craze for an ignorant mind, impulse giddy and reaction besotted, it calls for blood and remembrance. 

Every remembrance lies in disgust downcast tired and indifference having done it all before.

It's the Angelus bell, pausing to shout every six hours and continue it's stupid sleep, that's you that's me

Innovation I see too much tailors provision store and soft drink 

Their total gain is not up to 10 thousands a month, a prison 

Where is our pottery

We keep selling land to support a bloated consumption

We need innovation in 5 years time we will be in trouble these people need purpose sport centers, Formula one, Tour de Nigeria, to stop selling tomato

selling biscuit, hot drinks bars and prostitution

Our youths are being killed in protused bodies. Sodomize and raped Many dying as children without knowing a single sofa notation

Attacking life with indifference is the best way to live, everything is a damnation be gentle with your heart. All ensorcellments fall short of critical thinking

Masturbate away all psychic stains you might have confused for love and see who's still standing afterwards.

None for they're accidents, an accident away from being accidents. Perch and the human body is it's own shink, it calls for a lack of common sense, nags, calls for remembrance; an indoctrination.

Not even the knife likes the forge, it crackle melts and whines, so do the brain when put intense meditation and reading. It comes to emptiness the long drive through space appreciating debris and asteroid. That's a better description of life.

It takes a lot to understand Tai and his crave for perditious roads, rocks to crack before I do. Six feet with an eternal smile, all that matters is the wringing of this body, this mind the rest are perfume strong, hot, gone.

To the earth, to crops to the resolve of trees, animals are chemicals, explosive and corrosive to books, quiet and piano solos. Become a tree upright in the dry and sometimes. Plant a tree and learn from it, when it changes posture, do too.

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