"We try to put into words...what we think exceeds words... what would be expression and language without ambition and childs play...a dry lonesome shelf of mathematic...because he only knows words and shes deaf anyway....So the words try to say something...and i try to say the words...and between this dynamic struggle...we loose the sight of meaning...a perpetual conflict between the mommy and daddy...cost them their child...it costs us meaning...now he shall be raised as an orphan...in a lubricated dictionary...cruelty,child labour?Worse...A persian son of nobillity sold as a slave to a texan farmer...where are you my little ones?forgive me for putting you through this sodomy...What contraception can help us now?So hard to recognize these street urchins as our own offspring... One smells of church...and the other of incense... axle grease and sweat...your childhood abated and slowly suffocated...now you like me...married to a "cause"...anchored to a sea bed...our ethics and beliefs lie between health,wealth,prostitution and purpose... These are strangest of times...i have seen them before.. inventing and formulating new abstractions or dogmas.. new badges...different shapes...join a fan club...make a god...there are no real names.i am a nubile girl conscious of my breasts...since only they betray her progress and identity.Her only pursuit and purpose. Defeated...we try to feel aroused and alive by our only working organ...we lost the real names, the real purposes...well too bad...lets be fascinated by the human nervous system...we wont ever lose that will we...i will always have my boobs...my academic achievement...and my only mirror of the interior left... well no complaints... An inflation of meaning and words...surrounded by salty water, thirsty like a dog...sniffing the dustbins of culture at the backdoor of society..With a cold wet nose and a disappointment now resident of the heart...wave the tail...a humble shrug...Bewildered we look at eachother...begging the other with our eyes not to make another conversation..bored of them...tired of them...lost in them...and still lost without ...yet still i continue to throw these words...like stones...hoping they might hit the right window." Umars chance to speak...lol