Forgettable

11:30 p.m., burnout, loud noise right on my face. What was that? "As someone with a PhD, who has lived in three different countries..." What was the rest? I couldn't recall the full sentence, maybe I'm getting old. "... find another man to have children go raise in your own way." Another request from something with a label of expert-level of human knowledge. A PhD needs no preaching from an ordinary bachelor. A PhD always wants to give you a lesson. Thank you very much, US, for giving me this life lesson I never want to learn. P.S if you want to create little lives with me, you know where to find me. 

2 stop. Won't stop here, or there. Where to stop? Nowhere. That sentiment, has grown to an objective existence that is independent of human will. Every "stop" suggestion, no matter here, or there, is nothing but a やめで, with a slight pant.  Naturally, don't stop, stop nowhere, thrust every where. 

 .- ..-. - . .-. / .. / .-. .- -- -... .-.. . / - .... .-. . . / .-.. --- -. --. / .--. .- .-. .- --. .-. .- .--. .... ...  "Fuck."  "Why fuck?" That patience for preparing to listen to what is going on is love.