My Attempt Continues V
2005.05.24 20:50

(Readers, I remind you that what I am writing now is a part of a novel...Just make sure.)
..Someone let him know where I'm heading for. I saw what I saw. I am insisting I saw what we are unable to see. I'm saying I see tanks in the violet, a big face near rthe horizon.
Blood is a piece of buttonWhen I look into it, that draws the archWhen I look down it, that is above the head
Mountains respect the valleyBecause the high is bloodThe low is button
As such I came madAs if I were eatingAs if it were a mad tailIt sprung it dispersed as if eyes were hurt by it
There's no guaranty for Self to be the same as the self being concious at present. As well, time comes over the description and men eat quicksilver in the thermometre. What they eat is as good as decay or my gray matter is, prosecute the fruition in perseverances, and why not prepare for the day to come
Yet, yet it's eve. Tomorrow I will find myself to be sober, oh, witches. ____
(Last part continues..)