Take me there,
in and out the
When no longer able to handle the hanging
Of the soul colliding mischievously
About all the glasses
Passing light machine light
Filled with expressions turning,
Turning, turning in the sound,
The crawling vocals in the state
, savored with in touch
The all the systems,
Existing only just because.
Trail after trail, mailing
All the empty hearts in fulfilled boxes
Something like as if there something
To do about the howling of the
In all this bigotry of
Self satisfying noise and rust,
Marketing, telling chit-chats
And singing commercials devastating
All there is in soul malfunctioning,
Functions just for the sake of community.
Deprivation, plastic and sandy
Love that only means a word
To a crying soul, telepathically
Trying to convince, the life in
After death still existence,
When person cannot be alive
Even after being born.
Stab a human,
You will notice who, and how
It is easy to turn the world of heaven
Into completion of even more heaven,
more smiles behind the till.
More happiness that doesn’t even
Scrape the surface
That’s why all those kids of philosophy
Taking mothers tablets, pills,
Powders, liquids as the holly blood of sun,
Who the who, who screwed
His phallic deprivation in the
Womb of nature, nature that
So fragile in its musicality
Transiting from one state to other
Being as the moments are.
Smoking and smoking
Cigarette cannot finish the
Cigarette started before the
By the fifth, reflection in again
Exaggerated so many times its
Impossible to differentiate
whats happening now
Or whats about to happen
In the moment
Tell me child, why we are still infants,
Pretending to be adults, when we only
Comprehend the age as sanctions to
The virtues in sinister algo-times
Towards the majesty of self justification.
Take it easy, relax, enjoy yourself,
Diabolical convictus in prison
expressive where trying to be
A person on a stage, a character
Everyone sees, misses, lurks to,
In a narcissism of self indulgent
Manifestation that is lost in
Plus minus cocaine of focusing light.
Ego, center of the book,
Blow harder to hear it clearer,
Is it always that pleasant to be waisted
Walking on one foot, while having two,
Instances are rare, where is my biscuit?
Echo! echo! echo! echo
Tell me something more you don’t know
Splash your tears
Is it all that’s getting too abstract,
To tac to tac?
I don’t know if I told
Anything new, or old
The same wet towel, I guess…
You can’t buy madness on market,
It is too cheap to be sold,
That’s why you spend money in
Alterations, Sundays and Fridays
Again, just, to just, justify.
Higher, higher or with a bit of uncertainty
Lower, lower, colder, warmer,
Bi-polar order is here a season.
Strings of colors, grey, grey, grey, grey, grey, grey, grey, grey
Grey, grey, grey, grey, grey, grey, grey, well hello?
Summertimes, song fundraising torture?
You are such a beautiful animal,
Can, can, destroy the can,
Just to step can, that’s all
Well, that’s all.
See, I don’t remember if we talked
You as I, I as you stage
Division bells, resonating with high hopes,
Throat slightly cancerous aching from smoking,
Trying to be painted as one of those
You don’t know, classical establishments,
what have I said?