Obstupefactus

I handle household appliances with suspicion adjust the temperature and error As I complain the clouds have stopped raining I go out to live here in the basic world I head neurotic to where I don't know It's been hundreds of years I do it like this I uncontrol the real images and submerge in me contour obstacles posts people difficult to coordinate so many organs that pulsate the brain as it knows how to send more blood for the leg that I must now lift? there on the corner the spaceship descends I'm going to board from above the view is still ugly amorphous dead city I will never return I beg you, hurry up, let's get out of here tomorrow maybe in a new home maybe i give up giving up