crazy for you
i know a few of those that might as well have retired to the suburbs unmatured, but stagnated instead in a city alcove like a ditch under a railway bridge which never dries out. they never knew what to do with those big days that demanded dropping everything and taking a stroll through a park whilst licking ice cream. those few make the lists of abstract necessities; the one hundred and one things to do before i can enjoy the fragrance of existence. come here and let me lick your ice cream and i will give you a taste of mine. there is no such thing as time to waste. we are the waste and wasted of the space-time mesh. a superfluous overflow. the multiverse doth run over.