why is man not swayed by the muses,
doomed to conjure silly little things in his little folly head
this practise is a novelty, he likes to think
so folly. he believes his little dot-point voices in his skull
is as inspiration, emanating from a higher, "divine" source,
as the dot-point skull-voices accumulate, grandeur follows,
he begins to believe, that his dot-point skull voices are phenomenon's
superior to colour and objects,
and the folly little head feed on this grandeur of delusion,
the heroin, coke-addict is the opposite to this inner dot-point voice conjurer
drifting in a kind of authentic romance with super-chemical forces,
seeking the physical, amos dios, the sensation for its own sake,
each rush is like a holiday from the ape in him,
and so, the heroin, coke-addict, has, through intoxication,
a deeper sense of the nothing within him,
and this tragedy of the hollow senses,
