Am I the shadow of myself, coz I really Don't believe in the empty shadows (but When I believe then and only then I Believethat I am not I) but it's nice
Feel the warm magma inside In veins the stream of honey colors ascend to the mind I greet the blue harmony ...only then I (...and not the singular I)
under blue glass Drowned I watch children dance In a mind of an echo (I know that I am I, if and only if I believe that I am I) I float to the distance
noisefloor? Is this the old empty future or the black eletric nature? Colors circulate inside of O Ambient mind, the overdose (...and I was injected
I could I would rape myself If I was pregnant I'd give birth to myself and my own death ...the man in every girl... Innocent (Innoceant) and young
Extraction from O'mindiary When I was younger (a naive christian with thoughts like melting sugar) my fingers were attacked by nails and I could hear
Of mine and I see The swans leave the pond But still the words circle Around my head like flies The gnashing marble teeth Were disturbing my slumber And there I