Step into the path of my smile
Then walk towards me
And trespass the impenetrable boundaries
That are the untruthful expressions
Carved over my face
To transcend into a new dimension
Inside of me
A realm so opaque
Where no sun shines through
And shadows quitely move about
In a somber procession
Upon landscapes very stony
Rugged and coloured gray
Over a million roads that cross each other
And lead to nowhere
Which is where you discover me
Inside of me where I silently sit
Wrapped away carefully under that smile
Trying to make you unbelieve how
I died a hundred times today
Disclaimer The
Neurotic One shall use this narcissistic recluse to blow his own trumpet, to
question the parentage of Communists and to blast the world for what it is.
Readers who do not concur, are requested to bend over and kiss his buttocks.
Readers are also strongly advised against side effects of reading Neurotica,
such as strong nausea, splitting headaches, insomnia, visions of Baba Sehgal
chasing you in a thong, suicidal depression, delirium, anti social behaviour,
transformtion into an ugly toad, nightmares about ugly and naked fat men, STDs,
Kafka dreams or brief flashes of intelligence.
If you do feel these side effects, oh well. Sue me.
