幻の詩集 『あまたのおろち』 by 紫源二

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My brain is cold

2017-03-19 12:26:51 | Weblog

My brain is cold. There is no power to think. Will continue even more. I can understand well that his head is scratched. Headache, tinnitus naturally. My chest is painful. Does God exist? I want to write God on paper. That is called "automatic secretary". You do not have to say anything sublime. No, rather it is better not to be sublime teachings. Let's get together. Let's gather and experiment. Let's heal the sickness of this world. It is good to enter a love hotel saying such a thing. Because he is a man of ability. You can read the wave of the room. We know a lot of mistakes and we know that one step further we will fail from the beginning. There is no other choice but to travel. When traveling, you can become "viewers". I do not have my own opinion. No sightseeing spots are visited. A lonesome poor hot-spring inn is good. Otherwise it is a love hotel that is built along the highway. Just give the key out of the box. Even if you do not talk with anyone. I do not want to have a trivial greeting. People's warmth is not necessary. Other than having to flock and play. If the sight is buried in the crowd, there are still more people on the back street without anybody. If you can keep out of hunger, you do not have to walk for something to eat.
"I can meditate, I can fast, I can think of it"
Meditation that I can not do. I can not make my heart empty. I can not fast. Eating is the only pleasure. Even cheap one cup of ramen. I am looking forward to eating. I can not think of myself. Thinking advocates reasoning behavior, logically orderly reasoning. To derive the correct solution. Thoughts flies on the way. Like a bruised record, a needle flies. Thoughts slip. Even one song can not be played. Slide to the last groove and keep circling the same spot. Pointless. It makes no sense to put a broken record. But there is more meaningless existence here. I sleep sleeping pills to sleep at night. Stabilizer so that the daytime spirit does not run away. I wear antidepressants so as not to do anything. Spirit that continues to be controlled by medicine made by pharmaceutical companies. It is made quite crude. It is made considerably cheaply. If you buy it in the market, it will be cheaper than the price of prescribed medicine. Three hundred yen. That's it. In the case of I. But it costs money to keep this. Since the spirit can not exist without a body, a sublime spirit requires what the physical body eats. I have not sold some 300 yen ramen. It's about 750 yen. It's a bit cheaper than the amount you can get an hour byte. The remaining gold, can juice. Or a train fare. People want to go back to where they were. So, the train runs and the land has its name. Also to be able to return to original. But there are things that can not be restored. Life is an unprecedented journey. To the end, everyone will be missing. I do not know where I went. It just disappeared from this world.
















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