It Is Moving So Fast

There were questions that didn't not to be answered. But it was place in due time where such things occur much to the chagrin of many. You should have been there it was golden dream. Do i have a clue of what i am talking about? Hell no I am so lost amidst the stars of seclusion and reckless delusion. This story seems so familiar. Like when i have dreams about garlic or bulk bins in the vast endless health food stores of my mind. Seriously where did i go wrong on my quest? I must meet my future halfway or else i will fail to deliver myself to a future self. Its all so precarious! The wonders of debate make me worry if this is all a infinite loop. Am i stuck in a hallucination from that one and only night. Watching bad movies and then their sequels. That dirty green lil devil. It was a long time ago. Twenty excursions later. I lost a love because of it in addition to the endless procession of brain cells which marched dumbfounded into a swirl of colors akin to a roller coaster. Good times. Lunch breakfast dinner and late night snack it didn't matter. I was a restless soul epitomized in a skull. Deluded to my own lack of worth. There were brown paper bags covering the sky. The stars were pinholes. See it is all a loop just look moderately deep and you will see its faint footsteps going in circles. Like my saviors footprints on the beach. Oh wait that was just me walking in circles head upward watching the starry pinwheel of all that fancy bullshit in the sky spin endlessly. Well unless till the was there but two hundred feet away in the daytime crying watching inch high waves crashing on sheets of ice welded to the sand. The cacti had some stuff to say but i wasn't that cartoonish to believe their trite talk it was worse the bullshit it was nullshit. Nothing in a steaming pile. Emanating the hollow stench of nothing to nobody. Uh oh that was a death right there. So they built a monument to me that time i hiccuped in the bathroom. It was probably a brain fart. All i remember is not remembering anything from there on out. Till it was all synced up. It is uncomfortable even thinking about. That is where this mundane dreams come into the story. Too late but not soon enough. That was a weird time in a life i once had. Now I smell worse and the inside of my pockets are black. I still don't work that much but the flaneur life is rough. Like my habit of shaving with one disposable razor for upwards of a year. Mind you i shave every three to four days. Its that olive eating heritage it makes my face wolfish. But yeah so if i look at it all subjectively it was all that that made me a man.