Monkey's End

The sound of an idea going through a skull. The version of the end that will arrive with my beloved friend and show the writer final dot.

Get overweight with ignorance, make the world spin with no control. Evoke chaos running around, the monkeys jumping over the moon. The wine of the gods poring down a dreaded brain, sucking the life out if it.

Dreaming the dreamer, asking the old questions, save us all in the arms of last end.