existence can be fraught, enough so one wants to say beg off the ordeal, like gym class/ P.E and other moments/events when all is against you/one -- I have not found the means to gain one sequence continuous enough unfraught to not be absent and kind of maudlin etc -- although I have been warm enough in futon, between futon and thick warm coverings, and drowse there, it doesn't allow for much of note -- but isn't it cold? I think that's the case: that one can freeze in the very cozy warm zones where there is nothing/ no-one to provoke much action of any note anymore -- only a stew of dreams, conversations day-dreamed, which are inexhaustible.
full stop
and that's how things turned up and out for the main, and as to say so is a little start, may as well start there/here, for no particular reason, but to see how things/what's shall end up, and delve or not, it's all the same to them --
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