Random toughts

So I thought on the best way to avoid having sleepless nights despite of all my troubles. The technique is to pretend that it somehow is part of life such as fish or cats getting tangled in the legs when they feel the smell of fish or when we go out on the street and all the taxis and all the hours waiting for taxis and all taxis down Augusta and we do not collect because we are always on the wrong side of the street and all will simply not exist and all the big fish and small and all the pictures and all that brings us back to that feeling of nostalgia and that meets all shouts desperate people out there that like fish in the boat and all the whores and sad that does not look sad at first contact but are short-lived fish such as these whores and whores.

All I know is only a heaven for them all whores and all the news I get the Internet via the phone by his friends certainly hate me and pretend to care about or love me until there is a peculiar kind of cynicism the enemies but I never thought about having enemies but they exist and wave when I pass in their cars listening to loud music in the car and they cannot see that I am doomed so I protect her and all the pizza and all movies and all the projects go to Buenos Aires but I know I'm the last in the queue of those who still have some kind of hope.
I force myself to trick me to pretend I'm a guy can someone worthy of memories and a well written verse or a miserable footnote someone who is still able to light all the lights in Augusta with a sincere smile to someone who killed 23 because he wanted to disprove all the predictions and horoscopes and witches Street Right someone who is still trying to find a way to prove useful to someone deserving and in fact these sleepless nights and that life always fish pie and fish as symbols of exhaustion delivery of surrender and I see her go after I give up all hope and all the purest feeling and all the sex and all the strangeness and allthe sky and open arms as a sign of what is best of all you want and return home alone and pro whiskey and movies pros and pros and plans for last slice of cold pizza and Coke for night and for that I witness to the window and soulful ballad that merges the sounds of bells notes agree that the fish and make me feel the most lonely guys who believe in fish and ponds that reflect my face fish sentenced to escape the tank and I remember your scattered hairs on the pillow and then suddenly I decide the top of my incompetence of not knowing how to swim with the fish it is time to do more boys not men's work.