he knew by the sight of his blank eyes that his days ar numbered and he suffered a great deal to accomodate himself with the idea that his grandparents were illuminated by a concept of immortality that everyone in these propostrous islands consider as selfsufficent and obscure to denominate onself from the neologisms that castrate the very imaginative reality that betrays neverending stereotyping as a falsification of reality around our beloved castration syndrom that penetrates our souls and ends up in a bewildered state of half-mind so to speek in our mother language that is not present in this choreography of middle-aged aristocracy that bewilders us in such a manner that nothing-else-matters becoms a relgion of state of emergency and our ancestors raise to their feet in collosol insomnia of death to become once more acquinted with neurological red tape of gigantic importance to our nation, space station and culmination of time and matter, to evolution and transformity, to necrology, endorphin-psychology and medieval recreation of circumstances beyond our comprehension and attitude of self-awarenss leading to self inflicted castration of thougth and bulimia of reincarnation