last year i used onion fashion
to drink a few beers walking:
tanktop, t-shirt, shirt, a zipped-up
hoodie, a winter jacket...
this year i'm walking with just
a t-shirt, an unzipped hoodie
and a thin army jacket...
in the winter where spring blossoms
(white and pink) were blossoming
throughout the season, and the daffodils
sprouted in january.

2nd topic... the noun schizophrenia isn't
even medical these days...
it's solely political... most schizophrenics
are very creative, most dementia sufferers aren't...
schizophrenia belongs in the political realm
to shut someone up, it's easier that way...
it's when someone's ***** get cut off
and they don't realise it, because they're living
a very comfortable life and despair at a chance loss...
schizophrenia is a political word comrade stalin
used quiet a lot... it doesn't belong to doctors...
it belongs to politicians and the enemies of journalists...
when you get diagnosed as one
you get ridiculed: your intelligence is questioned
(even by the closest of friends you once had),
and along with everything else...
they find it hard to define insanity... i guess
you'd have to be insane to define it yourself...
come to think of it.. infamy and fame are quiet alike...
blurred lines... you never know what's more entertaining;
you never go mad on your own, other people
drive you to madness... it's not an automated system
of belief like catholicism passed down like a germ
from father to son... because there's no ritual practice...
and without a ritual of intoxication of Dionysian madness
everyone practicing a sober ritual will suddenly loose
the plot... given their deity is intoxicated and everyone
else is only giving a sip of wine, and a crumb
from the table that fed the five thousand:
take your anorexic joint out of here, smoke that ****
yours self... let me get drunk, say hello to your papa.
but here comes batman wearing a tiara... please excuse me.