XIV

me and my old man had entered a dan when everyone was seeing a scene of unusual poetry me and my old man beckoned a cup of tea and drank and awakwardness sank into the hearts of human who believe the wholeness of place has seen the nadir of sophestication but my old man was having the knowledge giving and sandwich taking in the aura of unspeechable darkness but my old man was hungry and i was in dread coz my bread is sure for dead is in the name of old man my old man had it and i was expressionless coz my quench wasn't that that i had but of an old man to see the srtificiality of life and advocate his kinds to go for real