NOUR'S REMEDY

Order suspended in a chaos preparation. I was meant to feed the chain of some evolutionary cycle; and there, in the depths of the ocean, it was found a trace of my ego. As a dismembered Hydra, whose seven heads are embellishing some columns capitals while the torso still moves. What a bunch of useful appendixes, wrung to extract the juice from the great beyond! There is a dose coming up in the morning, in a glass old fashioned bottle, like one of those from the milkman’s delivery service. Or it may come wrapped up, under the protection veil of three or four tissue paper layers, in between the roses from the a surprise bouquet. Brunch snack or heavy dinner, the way of getting in immersed in it, can be taken as you like. Scribbles, round or pointed, fold out volume adapting to the needs of the consumer. Peace pill without prescription, remedying paranoia relieving the addiction to gloat in oneself’s miseries quarrel. Let me nourish you, in the name of golden dreams the same as to honor the memory of past nightmares. The madness is blinking, naughty, to reaffirm the suspicions that confirm who the sane ones are (if there is any I may add). Rancid perfumes loading sprinklers, holding perfidy essences, which are the rule, I challenge established you. Let’s have some fun, let’s make it crazy to add some salt, the salt of life is called after this math. How different it all would may be one day if we start to use that part that’s never used. B_Nour