Friday evening...for a change my grey cells were becoming volatile with fluid inside, it was a reaction...a nice one with a severe pain and somewhere when it was guiding my footsteps along the corridors one of the cells plopped and said 'sex'...and the rest joined in chorus and everybody together in the cacophonous battalion of the grey army marched, muttering with contempt 'sex, sex ,sex'.

My hands rose to my head, whats that?, my eyes turned inwards, my conscious checked out for fantasies...Oh no not now my body screamed, and my lips bent into a culvert and choked its cells into a smile and my fingers twitched and my tongue felt the wet water, and i moved on, clutching my hair in 3 fingers and a tamed flame in the other hand...

i woke up in the mornings and i could hear the distant slogans from me...the urge passed and my foot touched the cold floor as i gropped for a towel. It was over, it was over....and surmising my intentions the cacophonous battalion went on a march....'it was over, it was over, it...was...over...'