quo vadis?

some people find talent in others and become insecure about their own talent...others become fascinated...(not the right choice of word) they want to see where this bloke is headed and whether or not he'll reach someplace nice...because it doesn't matter if he gets their earlier than them...they just want to know that yes...there is something after this...there is something at the end of this really very very long and boring tunnel of misunderstanding and rains of crap.
jinlge jangle oggle booble sample...cock...n...bulll...i never went to cock n bull...or maybe i did...i really don't remember...have been annoyed but not so much rigjt now...don't even feel like washign the sky with paintballs out of heaven...just don't feel like seven sickly blades and ten thousand needles and all the happy divides that once in unity with the magic powder could take us a for a trip so far behind time and mirages that you wonder where this here brook came from...who are these gremlins waking up and crying for mother...who're the sad looking chipmunks that should've or rather would've listened to us had we been a bit more...adult...in their mind. there are strategic pauses in the tape but none that we can usually recognize quickly and therefore...complete lack of coherency.
a boy just trained up and said that trains was nice...i think so too...there's a strange haunting quality to it.
i had this really fierce head rush...had to sit down in the park...i lost all sense of people in the area and acting "normal" and what-not...have to show my song...i don't mind i don't care i don't mind..blooh blooh blooh...time is up good night cerelac...i will miss you.