THE BITE

In the pass of these last four seasons I have been prowling around the consistency, starving for self-improvement, while working on it but barely succeeding. There are some samples of advance, the summary of intermittent diatribes, which subject and object pictures myself and the chimeric me, is extensive. There are clear motives on the life preservation and on the table setting. They are individual, a priori, but with no other pretension that to broad them to a major cause. The nucleus of my personal matter is pumping to multiply into a vial dose for everybody; the untransferable essential ailment which fights for a cure is beneficial for the rest of the creation particles. So no egocentric motivations pinned on my self-centered reflections, there is no more than discreet philanthropy. I rack my brains pursuing the answer that with calm the dissatisfaction of this humble bug boring through the granite, and I am eager to share the answers that I find, as gems trapped into the compressed stone atomic structure. I bite, chew and swallow and the advance of my earthworm body works as a filter that traps the nutritious hidden information, sometimes I wonder where it goes, I eat but I don’t get any satisfaction, remaining empty like before the drilling operation. I bet that the result of all this diligent commitment wont escape leaving no legacy, the key is to control the for so long used learned impulses, what is left, cannot be in any other place but dissolved there in my body molecules. Take a table spoon. B_Nour