Overproduction

fall out of the mainstream & walk in the wilderness, leave the city structure & swim in the sea leave the sea & run within the bowels of the city’s mechanism for pollution cleanse yourself in the absence of purity that comes with staring at yourself in a mirror for over 24 hours (witnessing only the sounds of that staggering silence that is brought with a pondering wandering within the mind’s repertoire)--- dowse the tent in your back yard with kerosene & lay down inside it, then after ingesting you favorite mixed bag of psychedelic cocktails, chomping up all the plants you found round you, light the match n’ drift back--- surviving the fire & not yet meshing into oblivion with the vibrant flames, sit down at the PC sit down in the park with your pad & pen sit down in the sandbox with your index finger, and write out on a day that isn’t quite windy just what you have experienced--- fold it up, save it on a USB & package it nicely in an envelope, following this, write your down your own address, slap the proper postage on it and drop it in the dark blue box--- now, sit home biting your nails till’ they bleed, waiting for your revealed word to come to you direct.