don't read this one . . .

i'm hoping you're listened to me, otherwise i'm going to be in a lot of trouble . . . the thing is i really give up, i can't figure it out at all . . . . i'm at the proverbial 'loss' . . !

one needs a dad i guess . . . . i feel so nomad, rooted beyond belief yet disconnected . . . . not three . . . . but 4 dots . . . ! i tried reading

Desmond Morris

(the naked ape) to see if at least i could get the monkey things right! it did make me feel better i must admit, but no answers . . . what d'u say when our earth gives up on us? if we were made to procreate, why don't i feel the urge? not small tinges . . . the need to root, spread and infect the world with more screaming kids which turn into polluting humans? doesn't somehow sound real anymore . . . forgive me . . . !

the need to absolve intensity with reason

trash the stable . . . shake the still

no the birds gave up ages ago . . . and yes mumbo jumbo . . . hot . . . .
i think i shouldn't do this . . .