To anybody, only not smart time rag could be made, anywhere anybody stays.

Any synchronic move could never be submitted to anybody.

Though, only cheaper idea comes up to me either.

But soon after so, it turns away from me. 

Coz, just I hate it.

Not completely creative, and not so spiritually, mentally satisfied in rude keeping the same things.

After all, no creative fruit gotten completely in hot temperature, useless thinking circuit makes me lazy developing.

Necessarily but no other good exit found.

Only fly noisily flying around me is my talking partner, that daytime.

Murky sunshine doesn't smile to me.

Nevertheless, that keeping time gives me some so strange or kinky idea.

Our death personally talks to me, that is "You are satisfied at making nothing in daytime. We are never be doing so like now you."

Certainly, smile could be made at losing something probably to anybody.

I got that idea at the moment.

Because dead one must never lose anything not as well like our daily moment.

(Irregularly to be continued)

Aug. 3rd.  2022