Cut-up

There`s something pleasurable about losing your mind. You hear it tick from a very deep sleep. Friday night i wake up at 2 am without speaking to a soul. And there`s so much silence here it`s absolutely vital to have these strict routines. It`s not like i sit here philosophizing ever since my childhood. How can i protect myself against strenght and joy ? I like it when it rains in summer and i don`tknow where i am. For a person as disorganised as i am i am never lonely. That peaceful, incenssant, long and incredibly wet anxiety. The demons don`t like ticking clocks when it rains. It`s just this thing about silence. Suddenly i feel infected because i started interfering with them. I`ve always had a weakness for not talking. I decided that this is where i`d sit. Watch the snowstorms and the sea. But most of all...may i make it through.