Let's Talk about Lamp, Milk, Bra, and Civilization

Two men look out a window. One sees mud, the other sees the stars. 

-Oscar Wilde

It's like a lamp without its light that darkened whole place, including the window that face the sunshine and moonlight. Sea faces sky like kissing it all times without the doubt. Milk splashed my face with its sweetness, and space fell down to the earth like balls crushed your body. It seems alright when you can nosebleed and it is kinda showing weakness from your strength. We need to nosebleed because we are not powerful. Weakness shows the strenght, and strenght shows the weakness. Walking to the wall for wondering, why champagne is a water with a taste and supernova lightened the clouds. They have glory in this month, which is full of dreams streams out from head of people. We need an abstraction to make many things clear and soft, like a breast of an ocean, beating with words and spells. I see bubles in my head, squishing and splashing like a childhood memory with friends and baloons. Crying is only eating, drinking, and travelling around the universe of our body in the circumtances. Typing. Psychopathology of death life, and gloomy fog of Saturday afternoon. We are animal with river of blood and thoughts, flowing from above to below, T-shirt of the band in our hand, and smoking weed from our parents who dogmatized their children that taking nap is better. I see bubles again in my head. So holy like Gabriel and Michel. They fly to the shiny sky, there is God. And I miss Him so much. Bra and underwear are the form of disatisfaction of our animal shapes. We have brains that are limited to wander in the way of system in civilization. Clothes and pants closed our real form that are weak. We, actually, can fly like birds and few insects. We just try not to believe that we can fly. We can swim like whales or fish, we just force not to think that we can swim. Superiority of nature puts us in the middle of the Borneo and Amazon, Sahara and Alaska, we are distracted to be us as an uncivilized form. I wanna eat chocolate, and drink it hot, enjoying life with dreams and imitations from TV, internet, and advertising. Looking around, we're in another planet without realizing we're on earth. Sandals are claping on our cheaks, and paper full of hand-writing are in our head, they are all the concept of absurdity. Absurdity of civilization.