Thoughts Recovered.

Just cos I don't perform or practice a certain field of sth/arts doesn't mean I havn't been given any talents in that whatsoever. I'm just givin you, makin some space for ya to show off. Then, w/o me in the team or the contra intelligence, it's way easier n smoother for u to do so. Otherwise, ur a dead man tryin. Another funny thing is, [I feel like sippin champaigne, that's one] they train us to read between the lines, all the mistery stuff for us to infer n implicate. Without noticing, it's my way of writing too that unconsciously, undistrubedly, smoothly as nothing before morphed into such a style too. Inadvertently, all I want to do is not to get caught with the explicit meaning. All they want us to master is indelibly and indefatigably the same.

On my date. there it was, the first time the whole audience sat for the entire end credits. demanding spectators. with me on top. there are people who feed on stare[s], should this kind of food ever be invented, should the right conditions arise. mesmerized by my language, hypnotized by the structures I utilise so that u can ponder over them me using. what is it about the thrill that we long for it to be delivered this way or the other? a totally English-frame thinking mind. though it's not the explanation, for it's only a rumination.