buzzed on summer cyclist!!!

hell!!!
feeling strange since yesterday.
that's what intense conversations
and summer cyclists
can do your system
i mean, the mental well-being
of an unattached, single mallu
male who probably thinks
high talk is the most safe
and sure-fire way to turn himself
into an adrenaline-junkie.
what next?
endorphin transfers;-)))
and more philosophy
on the lives and loves
of schizophrenic entities
like us?
you tell me.
btw, is that red ink supposed
to signify danger
or exciting times ahead?
whatever,
bracing myself
for the tora-tora!!!