Toys.

In Innsbruck there's a toddlers inn

where they throw chocolate

toys at each other and if you ever sat there and

watch them play, I am sure you will

be filled with

rapture.  

It's funny that I consider myself to be a member of 

this first 

quadrant (double positive) that we invent for ourselves, 

yet I was morose, 

watching them,

throw stuff at each other. 

I felt that,

those little things should be tied down

to a post or something, and one mustn't let their hands move 

so much, 

so that when they grow up, they  are not 

going to just 

make their own stupid toys and throw at 

each other and perhaps an 

innocent dog, smiling all the same. 

Smiling 

all the same. 

You must think, 

I am a little mad for saying so, well yeah, 

but I belong to your 

world, 

don't I?

When I was young they let me play with books

and I threw all of them back, but in that process I 

remember, there were 

a few diaphanous words that would sometimes seep out 

from those printed paper

which I would learn, 

where
I would learn 

that terror is the word of my time, and 

I also learnt this -
that it was possible to

break a man's two hundred and six bones only by 

breaking his

mind

and for that you needed 

to make toys

with 

words.