maddening

shit.
the world moves in different directions. different levels. different phases. phrases. in different phrases. low and high. yes and no. here and there. now and then.it depresses you, only cuz its depressed. its depressed cuz in you there is world thats depressed like the one out there. lets write the depression. live it. celeberate it, for it gives us no choice at all but to live it. but to hate it. but to like it too, cuz in it there is existance. in it the living goes on. chiocelessly seemlessly. pitylessly. in it we live those lives that love us. those we love. in it we see the manifestations of the narscious self destructive selves that give us pain. that seek pleasure. that run the heads that run our heads. that seek the pleasures we have been seeing. that eliminates the pains we seek. that eliminate the pains we run towards. we should psychoanalyse the selves. we, the hundred bunches of crazy fuckedup ones sitting weeping loittering here and there everywhere every time in every possible pain and place. in every probable whining and sinning. we, the depressed souls. me and you. me. you, nomore depressed, cuse i was no more depressed then. but now we are, me and you. the faces that we saw them see us. the faces that we hid from the faces that would see us. the faces of all those everlasting deaths. deaths of faces that we made to show off how nondepressed we were. how depressing they were. the faces that tried to analyse and reanalyse our faces just because they were faces too. whats there in this goddamn face. smile. tear and thats all? the eyes that shrink and bulge, at the same time and the lips that soften and widen in the same moment we can make it too. like we make a doll out of some mud. like me make all that we can make of all that we might have had.like all that. i ve to bath now