there's so much to life, lodged in your head,
than there is to life, "attempting"
to explore the world.
for the former? there are no boundaries...
for the latter? there always will be
             four walls, a ceiling, and a floor;
hence a cube... or what's called
   a lament configuration... otherwise known
              as a lemon.
                                     but!
imagine it, otheriwse though!
            a cat barking!
                                        a dog meowing!
oi! dalton! the grass is blue, the sky is
green... the earth is purple!
by now schrödinger is more concerned
with his hand...    
                     i am waving bye!
        and with the other:
                                 i'm shaking yours with it.
**** me... adios, is not exactly esperanto;
do i have to get all cockney accent on
this *******? or can the thrown **** truly
stick to the wall, and not slide down the wallpaper?