He takes the words meant to describe life and makes them beautiful.
It's his attempt to juxtapose a squalid life.
Sometimes,when he tries too hard, his goal is self-defeated because everything seems forced. It's kind-of like people who have life mapped out before they get a chance to live it, as if this will prevent and avoid the roadbumps.
When he thinks, it's usually in two or three lines. And the next set of lines make no superficial sense.
One day, when he was feeling down, he went to Mapquest and typed "life" in each box. No results came up. Soon after, he learned that sometimes his sentences were being forced.
Now he just goes with his sets of lines, even if they don't seem to make sense.