Midnight lunch with a pig-like albatross

this is a deep deep forest in the dark story

not the additional ceiling-peeling

The day was long, as ever, the time a mantra

I walked the whole way, the way walked into me

the four thousand of me – and many others of them – who were not dead,

they act like they always do in such a way that

they act or do something – jedenfalls – I was thirsty, they

were thirsty, oh we wanted to drink!

but the trees melted into the ground when they saw us, unfortunately they

were not in such a good mood anyway.

 

So on and on my instinct screams and there was

Doctor Fish in the ancient clothes of God knows where have

you been all the time.

Oh, the swamp stinks and it’s cold and wet, I can feel it

in my bones, it talks and talks of histories I do not know and ever forever I can

tell you we never had the intention to resist, but the choice was only

left for Hairy Joe, oh we needed the eyes of aliens to see

ourselves in a way that would be propitory.

 

Oh God there she looked upon me as if the clouds were waves

and waved until there was nothing in between it anymore.

 

She stands in the doorway

She stands in the doorway

She stands in the doorway

and she looks like a crocodile

Her teeth perhaps not as large as I hoped for

but her mouth did make sense

well it was quite something, looking different evey time I

looked into it and touched the question which was waiting,

staring anxious.

Oh how could you, she said and her hips burned into me in a way

I won’t tell twice.

She was hungry ofcourse and who could feel sorry for that

AMNESIA! AMNESIA! she screamed but it was already too late.

The barks were waiting in the sea, we had to leave

oh how can I leave you

how can I leave you

I will pronounce you forever.