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From a View to World Confirmable only at Lazy Moments in Bad Condition

Boiling hotness makes anyone have a bad condition, from the beginning, even at a day we cannot spend so easily, either with not so well functioned brain state, additionally abnormally heated temparature rather makes me so unexpectedly, so remarkably spiritually surviving though in dullness.


Only the time nothing but unpleasant duration keeps so inertially, additionally its drivng exhaustion turning to sleepy consciousness manages me, I'm relucutant to making Haiku poems completely, at the result, only unknown logical yelling unidentified kinky melody nor shouting is gradually heard, making it disorderly sophisticational crying turns around.


However, only a scream caused from ultimately wearily bodily fatigueness is projected certainly to my mind.


Never completing, rather I need a crystal tasted pleasant destruction, very aggressively, upheaval tempting collapse, breakup, crevasse, division, dispersion of fragmental mind element, though very cooler and composed yelling turns around.


From the moment to wake up at early morning already very numb at my legs and hands, but after checking them with fMRI, only no problem was found.


That so particular sensation is never yet managed by completion, but done by confusion and even languor could be tangible, creative, finally, even death could never be felt scary to me.


Die! Kick the bucket, hey, completing, be none, wipe out, even these feelings come to me.


Afternoon only keeping with own laziness so inertially.
Gaddemn, bull shit, I'll kick you around, get away from here, I'll never die yet, ass-hole!


Dully lengthy keeping time never generating any better idea on outputting words, in it's extention, whole time so sleepy, though in hotness unpleasantly even blocking me from sleeping so well, although, only strangely very flamvoyant  ideas, next to next, emit to my mind, then after all, wholly my mood is absorbed into anarchy spirit only confused with punkish derrogation, and abusive languages on parade.


Death frees from me, but it must come to me, again, showing smiling face to me.
After all, I get screwed up condition to my brain, and getting confusion at arranging them so neatly, although I want to leave them all, in spite of these facts, only very regurarly, diligent spending of time is kept on my daily life.


Although I cannot help but laugh loud about all these things, though simultaneously come near weeping so sentimental but after all, only choosing is shown in me, physically.


However, so paradoxically, very enfeebled my it at early morning, out of the blue at a moment, so actively reacting to somewhat, in exciting, oh, so out of control to me.


Although, I want to speak out so loudly to my death, die out! But only it so rudely must  indwell my body and spirit, mentally physically on mind, either from now on, so persistently.


Then, I want to scream and conclusion would be accomodated into mad house, and I fart so limitlessly.


Eventually, for the present, I'll be heard so cerefully, all of my body's crying certainly heading for my death, only my ideas emitted from my brain, I want to sprinkle it to and fro, anywhere-else I can, hey mom, bull shit gramma, shabby grampa!


(Aug. 22nd. 2020)