Watch out the bull!

Life is that. Trying to understand what is not to be understood. We don't know the real purpose of the ants dying on the sugar, or brown palms covered with red fungus, but this happens for some reason for sure. I think. Some days are just boring, when the cigarette seems even shorter and the sun goes down almost without shining. Anyway we still try to keep the position, standing there doing nothing except scratching the eggs or loosing hair. Eventually the golden pig appears flying drunk over our heads, and then I hold your hand to make stinky farts while your boops grows up in a big rainbow. Then darling, be careful when the darkness approaches through the ancient towers, because the darkness can resides within you. Fight against the shadows with wisdom and beer, otherwise the devil will rip out your brain besides to suck all the caramel of your kidneys. Well, the joint is done and with she goes my motivation. Then it's kaput.