Plummeting

when everything fell apart, intelligence only got in the way, repeatedly failing in these matters which are like immense runaway trucks, reaching trees clouds castles and the naivety of colorful nightmares. now is a time of dusty feelings, of masks to mask the masks and there's nothing about you that I can't find in supermarkets. there is always a way out said the mouse, entering the cat's dark mouth. the whole planet is a seamstress' pillow, full of needles and pins. have you seen how the fabric of anguish is sewn? saw how time and space bend in pain? it is with disgust that the boy spits out the medicine that could save him