"Mother night, drooling kiss bohemian angst of the day, I'm jealous Judas"
The moon pants,
I'm down, baring
sky, it opens the true darkness of the sun father, the real vice
your phrase brother, your words my friend ...
... appears as an epitaph on the grave of my ideas, it starts the daily monologue, only
conversation
've been like this before in other hobbies,
I've been like this before?
hear voices, I know where they come from my gluttony schizophrenic
a small child looks at me blaming me, believe me,
waiting for me in that empty corner,
where he left schedules,
brother's inside, not outside, it is waiting for you here in silence as you wanted,
radio megaphone, calling from away, ringing in my ears, the words of a thousand nights ago,
Orchestra of pain, moaning
human emotions, many of them at this time.
My steps are stakes.
nailing is going in the sweet memories of road trips,
but specifically
know if I'm not above or below the surface, negative or positive, what is the difference?,
this is diluted and becomes past, never future, as long past, the
silent crowd huddles around my eyes and makes me feel safe,
femina Silence, silence Oedipus blanket always, always cherish ...
Nobody
about all gone,
weasels are back to their graves chocolate
remember some love, as I fear the sea.
Mills
all fighting this thing in the morning,
On my way ....
