Walking...walking..walking , I still myself at a bend in this state.And Every Damn time !A bend which expulges perhaps a source or perhaps an absurd end.

This body , someday , will come to sand.Dunes by dunes some karma would grow like fungus and some would just dissipate.That askance from self to self of the Do-I-look-like-I-care look , I cannot forgo.How many feet and hands and ears and faces and asses care anyway?

Huh !!!

If atleast we humans could Fossilize , we could remain at the same place until discovered by some snoopy anthropologist at some vague try to hybridize our origins and create some whole new formula of man and mankind and all that evolution.

Not to digress , our subject remains this body , it's blood and it's bones , it's semen and it's meat - it's chassis as a whole.Granularly ,it's end.

I remember how Mr. X walked that galaxy in that stunning attire , o yes , his wife stood by him.I also remember how Mrs. Y jazzed that floor and got herself a visa for f**k-all-land.It isn't so arduous to remember that toady slut scoring 1 on 5 , 1 of course being the best ,w ith that tongue sticking out liek a tampoon.