i don't know how to produce dj mixes but i'm frustrated at that so i kinda rushed into somethin' that somehow produces these weird sounds in my head...so tell me if u also hear consistent sounds while reading this...this is my first ever written prose(or is it a prose?), by the way.

Thorough bus horns are perplexing,they tie some dollars that feed on headlights. I grope here at the backseat behind the windshield,dissecting every space of it with the details i prefer to input.
Felt cloth pampers my knees, its insides chatter from the lazy traffic. These are the days when i'd prefer to lay down on anything but the bed. I'd still pester myself with continents in my head that groans, some just stoned, while the rest are an endless popcorn that commingled with my knees, frittering away into the rolling gas. There goes that headlight again,(when's it going to learn that dollars are best found when it tapers the light like a xerox-acetate projection.) And yeah, those flies that dances with the street light, they don't know it yet but they're soon to cast a dimming bribery soon to reproduce photographic scratches like players on an ice hockey). I hoped on a bird shadowing a lit apartment window that he may deliver me one like it some day and we could together cease the day. Maybe drink some coffee and be brighter than May, higher than a prayer, less print marks than gray, it's spraying again on my face! The car risks the engine's grunting sounds and it fled away, rejumps my knees, and suffocates the dead plight. My head callouses from ceiling bumps, the driver reaches for my hand, says, it will all be over soon...i know i'm not.