(...) oh, and those ubiquitous mosquitoes. Flying around, like high hopes, right here, over there. And I hope, someday, I’ll fly around, as far as possible, reaching ideas of enlightened achievement. I’ve said, so sad, words can open worlds, to move out there-staying here, so omnipresent. Then, in order to make it happen, spread ideas, like words, through the entire world, as ubiquitous mosquitoes. While the mind is up above the clouds, the toes are scratching the sand.
(…) oh, and those ubiquitous mosquitoes are nomads. No mad, no meds, with no address, no direction, no history, no philosophy, no respect, just buzzing around, while you try to sleep. Are they concepts? Peut-être, but, only in order to escape the notion of concept-in-order, prêt-à-porter, that is usually built to capture living ideas. Free your living ideas! Feel your living ideas! Living – oh, but you don’t know how?
(…) oh, and those ubiquitous mosquitoes, just buzzing around, while you think you’re busy. Oh boy, (poor) busy man, what are you doing in this exactly moment? It doesn’t matter for those ubiquitous mosquitoes, if you pretend, so alike, you’re so alive, like if you could, but then, so.
(…) oh, and those ubiquitous mosquitoes, does it sound funny, (so it’s almost familiar), and you hate these species, because they are just buzzing around, while you try to concentrate. No distractions, please. Thanks. You’re more than welcome, so the ubiquitous mosquitoes are (not).