‘can't You Be Speed? ! .'.....

What a snake? Cobra? There is a secret room in your apartment. Interest increased. Something special Which is quite lucrative hidden there ! ‘Trying‘ makes everything possible. One day got for what searching for. Intruding there found a lot of things Do not know whether lucrative to anyone But for menot at all. Only mentionable that some baskets full of pulps. As if coiling dead snakes. At night appearing in dream The great great great great grand Father said, ‘Those are useless orbits with corpses of stars-suns. Asleep dreaming of speed. Making me bewildered coming you stand face to face And ask, ‘Can't you be speed? ! .' What it is? A question? A comment? A desire? An expectation? Could not find appropriate words. Bewildered raising tail run away…