In Formation

Chapter One
I fear i am going mad. A surge of love in autumn winds (graceful). A reality of more depth and chaos than
any earthly creation. And the taste of her sex. Oh, what a great specimen this will be! A man of great horror, yet fascination. Rise in economy, drop in population-what a feat!

Chapter Two
Can the cat live without the mouse? If a tree falls, and none witness, did he just sleep? What about that boy... That boy must have been away, for i noticed myself! Can you not see? Can that with no wings fly about? Can that with no fins scale the depths? Can we live? Can we die?

Chapter Three
I fear I am going mad. The population of our beliefs.

Chapter Four
Marching with brooms. Soldiers of new. Marching to the fist of sand. Marching to pain, to knowledge, to pain and death. Marching as I stroke my cock. In formation our attention seeks.

Chapter Six
March comes before May, and April between.

May I?

I fear I am going mad.

Mad, daM, Mad, daM

. Madam.