ARTHUR RIMBAUD
 

Just taking a step in i was in the thickest forest looking for a prey to feast  , lookin at a deer to pounce on but as soon as i reached out i found my self picking up some steel wool to clean the dirty utensil kept at home . But when i tried picking it up it would start sticking to my hands like the hooks on a velcro . But then taking a step ahead i was suddenly a kid at a birthday party with my friends falling into the ball pit , after getting out i was straight away handed over a package that had to be delivered ASAP because the person who was supposed to, got sick . Ouf ! As soon as i footed the pedal i noticed i was barefoot , i looked down to see what i was stepping , just to look up and see that i am standing in my grandmother’s garden while i could hear the wind flowing through the trees , i could again hear the scrawny kids scream . When i turned around to see what was happening, i was pushed in in a sponge pit by those brats , blinded by the amount confetti in the air . When i got out , i was looking for some bugs on this tree that I climbed so that i could just pop some bugs to pass the time and then steal some fruits from the tourist who came to see the caves . But after just surviving a plane landing that didn’t land how it was supposed to and without wheels i was stuck , stuck and freezing . Looking for something to burn , somehow i ended up finding this weird thick hair , it felt like it was of some beast who sheds more than my dog . After setting the fire , i poured some of the finest scotch whiskey and sat on my crocodile leather couch in peace . I fell asleep , just to wake up to see my horse was in a unfamiliar place that I didn’t know , i really needed to get that bounty and also wash  this stinky bastard , the stinky bastard being steve the horse . I was parched , it was the sunniest sunny day in the wild wild west . No grass to seen just dirt dirt dirt