When you lose track of time, decide to wait
against a wall ...
you go lie down and watch the passers
...
Only then you realize ...
Your life, and only
yellow and black,
is monotonous,
boring ... Your scenarios
ceased to be circular and are now
square gray
pathetic ...
Your ways are no longer horizontal,
or quiet
or relaxing and peaceful
,
nor equitable, nor political
... But
are now violent
democratically wrong,
hierarchical
upright and vertical ...
And the vanguard of the diagonal line
what you spend now by the balls,
for eggs,
for your scrotum soaked in soy sauce, lubricant oil
,
in changing nature,
contrasting and contradictory
.. .
And now is when you realize ... And when you try erguirte
,
you can not ...
And when you try to paint the wall,
painting is finished ...
And when you cry to complain to God,
it's too late ...
're fucked and fucked the shit ...
also just take your picture ... Today