I was a crazed young man and then found this book written
        by a
crazed older man and I felt better because he was
able to write it down
and then I found a later book by this same crazed older
man
only to me
he seemed no longer crazed he just appeared to be
dull—
we’ll all hold up well for a while, then inherent with flaws an
skips and misses
most of us
so often deteriorate overnight
into a state so near defecation
that the end result is almost unbearable to the
senses.

luckily, I found a few other crazed men who almost remained
        that
way until they
died.

that’s more sporting, you know, and lends a bit more to our
lives
as we attend to our—
inumbrate—
tasks.