BIOILOGICAL

The dream didn’t come as expected. I guess you can have as many plans as you want but the outcome is barely a shadow with changing shapes, it all depends on the hour. The film maker would make a perfect high angle at midday to subordinate the subject, while with the low one would try to juxtapose his own inability to fit in the environmental set. This is the law of the falling hammer, the targeted firewood bundle, the biped walking as quadruped, queuing in the slaughter house. The denouement depends on how your synapses are doing today, a straightforward biological reaction, too much thought put into it, for what? The fact is that it is enough with only one second of sincere assumption and the living matter’s chain reactions will unfold like a firecracker that caught light. One to one is the ideal proportion, a combining ratio of sunny spells and skies falling over you, a lullaby soundtrack for a nightmare, in order to accelerate the rise or the decay. I am trying to slow down the rotting process, but fermentation is starting to accumulate layers of tiny foam bubbles. The appearance of this colloid is, as in most of the cases, deceptive. Look at the transparency; you wouldn’t say that there is anything there more than just you disintegrated in particles, going round in circles in the test tube of this experience. The atoms here are functioning to fill the shaker, shake it, shake it baby! It is the mother of all Molotov cocktails you are mixing. You are gone and there you are not, the detonation took place in an apparently free of matter space. This won’t finish ever, don’t you know that? As far as the illusion keeps on running, the chance is there for delusion to stop ruling. B_Nour