There must be something in the air I breathe

Or another reason why I just can’t breathe it properly

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I'M NOT CEASAR

I tried, but I could not be

Alexander TheLarge

Asked my doctor and nurse about my lungs, liver, and kidney

So they watched me and told me that I wasn't O.K.

I watch the world turning in front of me slowly

And I just can’t taste it no matter how much I lick it

So a stare a fire... that one that never ceases to burn

burn, burn, burn (I always wanted to write these three repeated words)

The rising sun,

heat heat me as I watch those burning girls bodies on the boulevard

h-he-heat me as I fall as a falling star

So, do you know what I mean?

I mean, there must be something wrong with me

the brown dead leaves,

so dead as well as my brown brain crushed on the wall

everytime I stride reaching a fuckin' mall

I lost...

the first spring day

The entire summer,

the golden hammer,

the thumb sucking baby

The silent movie

The smell of the smiling girl,
the smell of the rain,
the taste of the wet mud, (as I used to lick her as we lick a lollipop made of the uknown crumb)
the fresh water and fruits, (that I used in order to make a juice of you)

yes, there must be something wrong with the air I breathe

Sincerelly,

My Last Stream of Counsciousness.