a sudden rupture in the flux - a subtle raise of heat - face to face with ineluctability the deepest vision of a tangible reality as a still force of ancient power an urge of action tamed by fear
security's not on my list having a list is also not
on the coach i'm observing through the window from here one can see how much it takes to come so far, to get this view you have to deal with so many thoughts, so many details, so many escapes all the snow, all the brightness cannot keep you away from starvation, from earthling needs
still happy, inside still smiling at it, still unsafe self-dangerousness diving through my veins, the spread circulating so far i'll be teached, i'll be trapped, but i'll be here
on a morning, the smell is different your sensations are back, old memories in your body, shaping again turn the head, walk, walk, walk keep on walking and maybe the fear will leave
the peaceful chant of the tide brings me to a melodic state pink are now my memories and as from the top of a mountain my vision's now clearer i can feel the freshest air passes a cloud through me the stream possesses me now floating i am over the edge above the rain
sharpened feeling strikes me vértigo follows, doubts all filled with clues but no path to follow how deep is the wound? how clear the fog? try to clean the head try to reach the truth nothing's never the same, but repeatedly the stumble happens on the same stone, a grey and rocky one wounds have to be cleaned and healed again where's is the simplicity? the artlessness?
patience as a path, as a burden looping, delaying, archiving war against me all anger disguised within a smile chorus trumpets bells in a chaotic and ultimate orgasm
open the box, turn it upside down fly again.. did you ever? fly? not bouncing, that i know you can, but flying, ejecting yourself above the ground, terra orbita
rip-off your ribcage, show your organs all secrets shared all shadows illuminated the mask is on still visible
funny happy ongoing without subtlety without memories just submerged only sinking no kindness no restrictions the security of it passing instantly returning to a violent state to the pink-nik area
live to feel empty always back to the starting blocks recreating the race enjoying what's ahead but nothing happens as dreamed just find myself stuck on a rack not even crying
no more relief unpleasant rage narssisylum cephalalgia
weirdness in the need for pain heartless in the path for destruction quickly sliding into the abyss absolut self-negation, most unique sensacion, pure and intense extasy
again it's like that like being afraid of afraid of anyone like loosing track my forgotten path state of hints state of being bravely empty solely thankful once again
Little fish. big fish. Swimming in the water. Come back here, man. gimme my daughter. Little fish. big fish. Swimming in the water. Come back here, man. gimme my daughter. Little fish. big fish. Swimming in the water. Come back here, man. gimme my daughter ....
you said: "do you know what happened today?" and i said: "no" he was family to millions all over the evening news but i tend to keep away from the press the TV and the radio i like to keep my mind clean, when i can i always choose to focus on what's here and not know what the world wants me to know you said: "would you want some tea or another drink?" and i said "no"